No, not Three Mile Island. Too Much Information.
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In college, I had an amazing sociology professor, Dr. Leo Rigsby. I was fortunate to also be in his employ with a work-study grant. I was thinking about him, and the research we did, (well he researched, I collated, punched computer cards of data and got coffee) I also listened, a lot.
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While one side of my brain was thinking of him, the other has been trying to figure out why I dislike twitter so much. Why, every time I go there, my palms get sweaty and my head hurts.
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Finally, both sides of the brain met. One of the projects we worked on was about the dissemination of information and how we dilute experiences by talking about them too much. The more people we tell, the less intimate the experience. The more people that repeat it, the less accurate the details.
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You do remember whisper down the alley, don't you?
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Much as I have tried, I do not understand it. You talk at people , not to them. You sit in front of a computer screen of pixels with no idea who is on the other side. Why?
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I made a whole list of important people who don't twitter. And then, I realized, they don't care if you do or not. I don't either. It's your choice.
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I'm not going to say that I never found a valuable piece of information on twitter. I have. But I could have found it elsewhere without also reading about the NPR reporter who tweeted about a blemish on his nose or what someone had for lunch.
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I keep thinking I'm going to miss something. I'll scroll through pages of tweets. I'm not missing anything. It's just not for me. Now I know for sure.
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Making time for something else and kissing the ones I love,
xoSherry
