Today is a Red Letter Day for Mrs. Given! The strange 't' icon at the bottom of my blog posts has haunted me since November, so out of curiosity, I clicked on it, detonating a two-hour process causing me to become a Tweeting Member of society.First I had to 'follow' other twatters and the limitless choices paralyzed me. Eventually, I chose randomly. I now follow President Obama, Paula Poundstone and one prison-bound serial killer on death row. Also, Nora Ephron even though she is dead.
Meanwhile, I tried to send out my first 'tweet' but I have no idea where it went. I'm 54 and very preoccupied with myeloma research so I've already forgotten what I twatted out there.
Eventually I will ask one of my students, Jamie F., to please tell me where my tweet went.
But until that day comes, I am inventing and patenting my own brand of Tweeting, using the wisdom gleaned from twenty-five pages of legal documents harboring Twitter disclaimers and consents I believe I signed just so I could hit "NEXT."
I have sixty characters per twit. Or maybe 40. This is no problem.
No, really.
I'll start this in a different post to show you. I can't call this Twitter or Tweeting, and twat would just upset my brother and one of my offspring. So I guess I will call it Blitter, where I will Bleat on my Blog.
I will start this process in a moment.
Love, Carolyn with anticipated gratitude cast toward Jamie F.!!! My techno-hero!
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