Day of the Twit has come and gone, as have 6 other non-twitteriffic days, and some folks have been asking me if I’ve learned anything from the experience. In the spirit of lazy writing that inspired this whole thing in the first place, I figured the best way to detail the lessons of DOTT would be through a bullet list:
All things considered, my one night stand with irresponsible and inane tweeting was very much like all one night stands: It was fun, irresponsible, I felt really bad about it the morning after, and while I say now that I’ll never do it again, I may feel bored and starved enough for attention to do it again at some point in the future. Let’s hope it never comes to that.
More than anything else, this whole endeavor stemmed from the AV Club Blogfolk’s continuing love/hate relationship with Twitter, so I should probably at least defend twitter and social networking after dragging them through 140×100 characters worth of mud.
Andy’s 2 main beefs about twitter seems to be that it depersonalizes our relationships, and that it carries an absurd signal to noise ratio. My counterpoint to that is that a lot of our offline relationships carry an equally absurd signal to noise ratio, and could do with some filtering. Case in point: my godson.
About 6 weeks ago, my cousin gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, and I had the honor of being named his godfather. Now, since this is my cousin’s first child, she is now in a state that is best described as “Baby-Stupid”. This is perfectly normal, mind you, and I’d be worried if she wasn’t. I’d go as far as saying that if you’re not mind bogglingly baby-stupid for the first few months of your first child’s life, you’re not doing your job as a parent. This doesn’t change the fact that this state is horribly annoying to nearly everyone who’s not a parent.
Now, if this was 10 years ago, I could probably expect daily calls from my cousin, ZOMGing constantly about how amazingly amazing the baby is. Instead, she now has a dedicated baby blog, and she makes constant updates to Facebook. The awesome thing about this is that I get to see how my absolutely cute godson is doing whenever I’m curious, but I can also ignore the mayhem completely whenever I’m not. It’s that level of control over what I get to read or ignore that makes me a fan of the technology.
Is this form of communication less personal than phone or email? Yeah, probably. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing, all things considered. It also doesn’t replace more personal forms of communication, just like email didn’t replace the phone, and just like the telephone didn’t replace face-to-face meetings.
The one thing I learned from DOTT was that a whole lot of people are just bored enough to genuinely want to read every bit of inane minutiae from other peoples’ day, and the ones that don’t can usually find the “off” switch easily enough. If that “off” switch didn’t exist I’d be right there with Andy, waving a cane at the damn script kiddies loitering on our digital lawn. Right now, though, it’s late December, LA is a ghost town, I’ve exhausted my RSS feeds, emails and Forum threads, and I’m terminally freakin’ bored.
So, what are you doing right now?