Now. I have maintained that twitter is where I draw the line, and the reason I have consistently given is that I recoil at the ego rampant. It mystifies me that anyone would imagine their every waking moment should be documented for the edification of others, and, to be fair to me, it still does. Sure I blog a bit, but mostly for my own amusement, and at a frequency so intermittent that it's clear to all and sundry that hey, I am doing things, other things, things which don't involve a keyboard.
But it's only part of the truth, and it's time to confess the whole. You see, I also have a bit of an addctive personality when it comes to information, and then I tend to get nothing done. I have learned this lesson bitterly as the net has evolved, and I know damn well that twitter would tip me over the edge if I let it. Proof positive occurred today, when I was forced to tweet for professional reasons, and before you knew t I was deep into some utterly utterly meaningless media gangbang about whether or not the grauniad was right to run a lily allen interview given the poor girl's recent travails; a subject about which, at one remove, I realise I care little.
And you know what, I suspect that all the tweeters, were they stop and thnk about it for a second, would realise that hey, they didn't actually care that much about it either. But no, call must invite response und so weiter ad fucking nauseam.
You see, I'm inclined to agree with Giles Coren's point that it wasn't in the best of taste to run the interview, but then, I don't think it's in the best of taste to start an argument on the internet about it, either, because you see, Gilo, YOU'RE STILL COVERING THE STORY. And now I realise I'm getting involved in something I still don't really care about on any personal or visceral level, with respect to poor Ms Allen. And then I realise oh fuck, I'm following something on bleeding twitter, and that's half an hour of my life I'm not getting back.
Now some people I respect and admire are advocates of social media, for various admirable reasons, but in my case, as the hardened drinker refrains from even cider lollies, you can shove it up its solipsistic arse, for reasons of self-preservation.
But it's only part of the truth, and it's time to confess the whole. You see, I also have a bit of an addctive personality when it comes to information, and then I tend to get nothing done. I have learned this lesson bitterly as the net has evolved, and I know damn well that twitter would tip me over the edge if I let it. Proof positive occurred today, when I was forced to tweet for professional reasons, and before you knew t I was deep into some utterly utterly meaningless media gangbang about whether or not the grauniad was right to run a lily allen interview given the poor girl's recent travails; a subject about which, at one remove, I realise I care little.
And you know what, I suspect that all the tweeters, were they stop and thnk about it for a second, would realise that hey, they didn't actually care that much about it either. But no, call must invite response und so weiter ad fucking nauseam.
You see, I'm inclined to agree with Giles Coren's point that it wasn't in the best of taste to run the interview, but then, I don't think it's in the best of taste to start an argument on the internet about it, either, because you see, Gilo, YOU'RE STILL COVERING THE STORY. And now I realise I'm getting involved in something I still don't really care about on any personal or visceral level, with respect to poor Ms Allen. And then I realise oh fuck, I'm following something on bleeding twitter, and that's half an hour of my life I'm not getting back.
Now some people I respect and admire are advocates of social media, for various admirable reasons, but in my case, as the hardened drinker refrains from even cider lollies, you can shove it up its solipsistic arse, for reasons of self-preservation.
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