Twitter, I owe you a mea culpa, i.e an apology. Mea culpa rates as a much more serious atonement than “my bad,” for one thing it’s in Latin.
In February 2009 I wrote, “And I look at Twitter and for the most part, it verbally looks like a Google Earth close up of a mangled beaver swamp.” I was lamenting the loss of things like complete sentences–even paragraphs, possibly periods.
Oh, how far I have come… I’ve been tweeting away for some time now, with a complete disregard for complete sentences, and yes, sometimes even things like “verbs,” and you can just forget about “periods,” i.e. “.”.
My obscure Twitter handle — @MaryBakerArt. I’ve fallen as low as to tweet things like “Blizzard in #Newburyport tomorrow afternoon and evening – Oy Veh #Nbpt #Snow #blizzard” — notice, no verb. So versatile, I am with even beginning to master things such as the hashtag “#.” 21st Century here I come.
One of the things that I like about Twitter is that leading up to a potential blizzard, I can follow all sorts of meteorologist (my favorite one is @growingwisdom, I’m a sucker for the word “wisdom”). When whatever winter storm of the winter 2014 is over, I can then happily unfollow them. Who is to know, who is to care.
If anyone wanted to know what Market Basket was like early this morning — “#Marketbasket crowded but calm at 8:15 this morning in #Newburyport #Nbpt #blizzard” — according to other tweets, it’s slightly more crowded at the moment (like can you find a parking space–a little like the afternoon of Christmas eve).