My father used to wake us up with an Arabic rhyme: "wit-wit-wit-wit the bird sings, get up lazy ones". He predicted the overwhelmingly popular twitter craze, of which I am, as a blogger, a singing participant.
Perhaps, music makes for a large amount of my twitter babble. A hit plays on the radio and I tweet my feelings, linking to a favourite DJ on air at the time, or stalking @example or @coldplay @katyperry or @calvinharris, dreaming the aforementioned would respond, disbelieving they would even read my 140 character lyrical celebration. Indeed #lyricsmatter!
#Artmatters also, as I attend a fair, see a show, reflect upon a painting, visit a museum, admire a sculpture, gaze at a structure. I tell the art editors, quote LeMonde, follow the artist, admire the photographer-trend setter, post a photo of an artistic creation and discuss the latest artistic developments. Short tweetable details on art, compressed in shortcut vocabulary and words attached.
In strange connection, I will tweet ferociously about my sports activities and whereabouts. The #fitnessmatters tweets are detailed, make for much exchange and debate and may bore the #artmatters crowd, who would choose to unfollow. Indeed, twitter is about exchanging ideas. Reading, responding, quoting your fellow followers by re-tweeting. In a moment of lassitude you can unfollow the over locatious who tweets every single detail, every single thought.
"Your posts are so engaging" tweeted a person I follow when I pondered the triviality of twitter. Twitter is my sketching as a blogger, a person who shares her energy, her positive vibes, her thoughts and ideas. I once convinced a friend to get a twitter account: "don't you share your thoughts on blackberry? Twitter is communicating with more people, reading their thoughts, having your fingers on the "casual" news."
"One day, we will all laugh at our twitter days", predicts my brother.