Outfaced and twittered am I
Seduced by a twit
I used to have a blog to which I contributed on a irregular basis. It
ran for almost ten years. Sometimes it attracted comments or complaints
but never so often that it became a chore. Occasionally, during days
when I was fighting The Black Dog, it came out somewhat acerbic or
failed to show up at all. On balance, I enjoyed it but it was never
ever near to becoming a major part of my life.
What I did get serious about in the blogging context was reading the
work of others. After a while, I had so many listed as Favourites that
I decided to get a blog gatherer and that led me to Bloglines. I got to
know about RSS feeds and every day I would have some 50 or so blogs
which generally ran into 250 or so threads. The wide range of topics on
which one could find a blog amazed me. I started dreaming up really
obscure interests and never failed to find that someone somewhere was
providing a blogged opinion.
Then someone got me onto Facebook. I did not think that it and I would
get on but I stuck with the messaging. I see it as a form of email but
without spam. I've only a small circle of virtual friends; mostly
family but with a couple of others picked up along the way. From one of
these, I was shown Twitter. Again, initially I did not see what we
might have in common but I lurked on the edges and eased my way in.
Now, it seems that most of my free time - of which I have plenty as
befits a 76 year old coffin dodger - is spent catching up on my
electronic world. If I had half the short term memory that I used to
have, I'd be unbeatable in a general knowledge quiz.
I think I have adjusted well to the IT age.
