As Usual, My Thoughts Through Mediation

As always happens when I have difficulty expressing my thoughts on a particular subject (for example, my dubious feelings regarding Twitter) I have found somebody else who explains exactly what the problem is. Do read the associated text entry, also, since some people think better textually than visually. It may work better for you. Also, “Tycho” is prose gold as it stands, so you’re doing yourself a favor either way.

To return to the subject at hand, let me phrase it now in my own words. Twitter is the Borg with closed captioning. Collective consciousness for the hearing-impaired. A facially mind-blowing mass of continuous, streaming thought. It’s scary.

I understand that there are ways to actually filter the unrelenting flood of “tweets” so that you only obtain the thoughts of the people who you want to follow. Be that as it may, the whole concept of Twitter implicitly embraces a degree of connectivity that I do not want. Now, I’m all for connectivity. I get twitchy if my cell phone is AWOL. I would like to say that I don’t need to check my email every day, but that would be a filthy dirty lie. Still, I have my limits. I like my privacy. I like being unplugged every once in a while. The day I want to hear everything going on with everyone everywhere is the day that I have an interplexing beacon in my head and nanoprobes in my bloodstream:

At least then you get personal force fields.