Why Twitter is Awesome and Everyone Should Use It

Also In This Issue: Why My Twitter Updates Show Up Here As Entries On My Blog

A couple of months ago I jumped into twitter, and I liked it so much that I soon began looking for a way to incorporate it into this blog, which at the time was still unknown and in the process of being built.  Unlike, um, now?  I’ve had a couple of friends and would-be readers of this blog tell me they didn’t know what the deal was with twitter and didn’t understand why I have twitter updates on my blog.  So here are my best answers.

For those who don’t know, twitter is a little web 2.0 service that lets users publish brief comments, often referred to as microblogs.  There are numerous other microblogging formats, but twitter is a nice clean and simple one that works well, and as far as I know it was also one of the first.  Ostensibly, every twitter update is supposed to answer the question “What am I doing?,” but most people, including me, do not slavishly answer that question with every update.  An update has a maximum limit of 140 characters, which usually works out to a couple of sentences if you push it. This forces a concise brevity.  It helps comedic timing.  It forces others to read between the lines.  It usually just enough to get you intrigued.

You can and would want, of course, to follow the twitter updates of others, and when you log in to your twitter page, your updates and their updates are all racked up there together, with the most recent updates on top.  So you can visit twitter once every day or two, or every week or two, and quickly see some of the things that your friends and family members have been doing and thinking in the past little while.  I like it because I feel like the friends I follow are around and I kind of know what’s going on with them, even if I don’t see them very often or talk to them on the phone every day.  All the time I am thinking of other friends and family members that I wish were on twitter because I want to know what’s going on with them and I know they would have funny and interesting little comments to make.  A random blog entry that I happened upon one time compared twitter updates (as well as chat, to which I’ve never really been converted) to the kind of quick, useful and/or fun interactions that happen in an office of cubicles (like where I work), in which people pop their heads up or around for a minute to say hi or ask a question or just spaz out for a minute, and then after a moment everyone gets back to work.  That’s twitter.  It’s brief and informal, yet somehow intimate.  It doesn’t take more than thirty seconds to write an update, and it doesn’t take more than a minute or two to catch up on all your friends’ updates.  Much easier than reading or writing massive blog entries, like this one.

I do admit that twitter is not entirely unlike Facebook’s status updates, but it is a more pure and direct service for making concise or pithy statements about your thoughts and doings in the world, and it is much easier to find out what is really truly up with your friends, rather than how many Ghostbusters II movie quizzes they took yesterday or who gave them a virtual Dwight Shrute bobblehead.  No one on twitter will invite you twenty times to become a vampire ninja and join them in the fight against the pirate werewolves.

So, I think I’ve shown why I feel that twitter is awesome; but why is twitter on my blog?  Well, I started to  address that in a prior entry, but basically it is here because I like my twitter updates and thought they would make nice little breaks between the longer, more essay-like blog entries here at the Froz-T-Freez.  I also thought I would use them as springboards for longer entries, but so far that has only happened once or twice.  I thought it would make for a more steady stream of content, as I’m really irregular with keeping up on things here.  I thought it would be fun to practice some verbal brevity, as twitter has reminded me that you don’t always need to write paragraphs to express something well.

And with that, I’m going to sleep now.  Goodnight.

Apocrypha

Wow.  This has certainly been a week.  This week I started writing a novel, voted and had part in the somewhat collective feeling of hopeful euphoria at the election of our new President, acquired two fun new toys, failed at continuing to write the novel that I began, stood on the sidelines of a weirdness and meltdown in my once happy fun office workplace that I still don’t quite understand, and cooked a couple of genuine dinners right here in our little home.  This is a week that should be recorded, and yet all I have to show for it are several half-written blog entries and eight pages of nonsense that were supposed to be the start of a novel that was/is to be drafted entirely in the month of November.  So, for lack of any other, more-fully-realized expressions of my thoughts and feelings of this week, I begin with this post, which is now almost at its end.  Hopefully I will finish up those other fabled posts soon.

p.s. I’ve been trying to write about the San Rafael Swell for a month now, and I won’t let myself post pictures unless I’ve written about it first.  Sorry.  The apocryphal promises of posts continue.

Hypernovel

I guess I’m going to try my hand at that NaNoWriMo thing this year.  NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month.  It is a little organization that encourages people to plow through becoming a novelist by drafting an entire novel (50,000 words) within the 30 days of November.  It is all about writing in quantity without editing or second guessing.  The goal, or at least my goal, is mainly just to have some fun with writing and hopefully crank out some new ideas.  It may not lead to anything.  I may fail.  It would be foolish to hope for an On the Road type of improvised writing success, although I have to admit I was fascinated with the idea of trying to write using Kerouac’s typewriter scroll method when I first learned of it and read On the Road as a teenager.

Now, ten or eleven years later, I think I’m going to give it a try.  One thing we have up on Kerouac is that word processing does much to facilitate such a writing style.  Now that I think of it, probably a big part of Kerouac’s success in writing a great novel in 3 weeks was that his narrative was largely autobiographical, so he was simply describing memories, and memories he was passionate about, rather than making up characters, events and settings.  I realize that this is something that I should think upon as I begin.  Then again, maybe I shouldn’t dwell upon it, because the point of the exercise is to have fun and be productive and ignore all the rules, I think.  Maybe I should place no expectations on myself beyond those just mentioned.

Every day for the next month I need to spew out between 1600 to 2000 words to meet the quota for conquering NaNoWriMo.  The words won’t be showing up on this blog, though.  I want to put all of my writing energy into my hypernovelwriting project, so the Froz-T-Freez may need to close shop for the off-season.  This makes me feel kind of bad because I built this new blog and I was about to hype it to everyone I know, but I already have failed at adding substantial content on a regular basis.  (By the way, my idea of “hyping my blog” means to send out a single email to family and friends, letting them know that I have a blog.  My method is not quite as extensive as the J.K. Rowling or Kanye West publicity models.)  I’ve been debating whether to continue importing my little twitter updates, because I know they can be confusing or irritating in their brevity in a blog context. My original intent was that they serve as interludes to the regular posts.  Minimalistic, improvised blog haiku, if you will.  I also had the idea that I would use them as seeds for actual blog articles.  So far, this post is the first time I have successfully used the twitter seed method; all the other seeds I scattered have not grown.  Despite the minor frustration they may cause, I have decided to continue with the twitter updates.  They may be the only action this blog sees for another month.

So, thanks for reading, and please wish me luck on my little November writing experiment. I have one request, in all seriousness: please don’t ask me at all what I am writing about.  I’ll get nervous and frustrated and  I won’t tell you if you do, anyway.  As of right now, I don’t know what I’m writing about myself.  I guess I’ll find out when I start tomorrow.

Happy November! (I’m kind of a humbug when it comes to that holiday that happens today.)

THE FUTURE IS YOURS SO FILL THIS PART IN

Years ago I had a musical pining (one among many; I should probably verbalize and codify all of these sometime) for guitar that sounded like neon.  That is the simplest way I know to describe it.  Vibrant, loud, pulsating, humming with a palpable electric energy, intensely clean and clear.  It’s been in my head all this time, and although occasionally I have heard glimpses and allusions to my imaginary timbre, its full actualization has forever eluded my ears.  At times I have entertained the possibility of trying to take up electric pedal or lap steel, for, among other reasons, I thought it might be the instrument best suited for me to eventually obtain my Disneyland electrical light parade fireworks star wars light saber hyperspace sound.  Haven’t gotten very far on that one so far, but I’m not dead yet.

Last night I was on emusic.com and on a whim I downloaded an album by one Marnie Stern, after hearing a few seconds of clips.  By all extraneous indications, this album does not appear very exciting.  The cover art looks a lot like it could be a Joni Mitchell album. (Nothing against Joni, I love her music.)  Marnie Stern isn’t exactly a name that screams out “Rock Goddess.”  But all of this melts away in fervent heat when you press play, as I did when I got home from work today.  No one else was here to confirm or deny, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a constant smile on my face while loading and unloading the dishwasher, as I did today, listening to the album two times straight through.  Marnie pretty much stole my neon sound (well, at least one aspect of it), but I’m not mad because she’s done so well with it, adding layers of overdubbed joyous vocals to her songs and finding a totally kickass drummer that is in all ways equal to her enthusiasm and stratospheric shredding.  In order to prove my unspoken sonic theories she has called forth a frenetic calculus of rock and roll exultation.  I’m just proud to have been such an important influence upon her music.

Of course I make this post all about me and my overly baroque writing, but still you must hear a track.  Her record label is offering a  gratuitous mp3 of a great one, entitled “Transformer,” a line of which provided this post its title.  Enjoy.

This Is It and I Am It and You Are It and So Is That and He Is It and She Is It and It Is It and That Is That

This Is It and I Am It and You Are It and So Is That and He Is It and She Is It and It Is It and That Is That

by Marnie Stern

Released by the label Kill Rock Stars on October 7, 2008.

I don’t know the name of the drummer because I just have an mp3 version, but I can find out.

Cascade and Timpanogos

As I was driving home this evening I just couldn’t resist driving a little ways up the Squaw Peak Road (okay, it was only about one or two hundred yards to the first turn) para tomar estas fotos.  I payed the price, too: for one or two fateful minutes of frantic gear shifting, clutch release and re-engagement, gravel/mud spewing, restarting the car twice,  and the slight smell of burnt rubber, I thought I had got our little Vibe stuck just off the road.  But I and my car are here to tell the tale.  I think a contributing factor to this situation was fact that the back was weighed down with a bunch of recent Costco purchases.  It certainly wouldn’t have anything to do with my manual transmission driving skills.

But that’s not why I called.  Here are the photos:

First Snow at Vivian Park

I guess it’s only appropriate that the occasion of the new Froz-T-Freez going public should be heralded by snow.  The pictures shown below were taken this morning. It has actually all melted now, but still, this foreshadows the commencement of a cosmic battle. It is now cold enough that we are burning wood whenever we are home. If you are confused as to why the coming of snow is such a conspicuous event for us, you need only to take a look at some of the pictures from last February.

See the rest of these photos by clicking the link:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shua/sets/72157607964516271/