|(art by Alexsandro Palombo: http://www.alexsandropalombo.com)|
But recently I've been problem-solving how to improve my client numbers and when even my career-coach-slash-therapist asked "are you tweeting?"--and even though I found myself thinking 'oh come on at 65 years of age what do YOU really know about social media?'--I decided to give Tweeting a try for at least a few weeks.
My wife and I have little television program compatibility other than Project Runway, and so as I am watching Project Runway Australia Season 3 for the fourth time it dawns on me I could be multitasking to make this questionable use of quality(?) time with my spouse more rewarding. That's when I pick up my iPhone and start the Twitter dance with a big sigh.
Well. I can tell you why people half my age find it addicting. If you follow enough organizations that post information pertinent to your own interests, the speed with which you pick up followers merely for retweeting someone else's clever or useful web link is both astonishing and falsely back-patting. "Oh I am so clever," I think, when in celebration of Father's Day, I retweet a link to someone else's essay on dumb things their father has said to them on family vacations, and my phone bleeps two new Twitter followers within seconds.
I can see this being like playing Dungeons and Dragons in the 1980s with my artist friends. Our imaginations, the five of us so hot and fresh out of art school to begin with, could get almost too completely immersed in a world as interesting (if not more so) than Game of Thrones. Often, after too many glasses of wine at one of these gatherings, I'd arrive home alone in the wee morning hours. I would push my key into the keyhole and find myself thinking ridiculous thoughts like, "Oh. be careful! Might be an axe-yielding goblin on the other side of that door....Oh wait. This is REAL life. Ha ha ha. Silly me." And then I would stumble safely into my studio apartment and clap on the lights.
But I have to admit, it feels useful (Twitter, not Dungeons & Dragons). From reading tweets within the last 24 hours, for instance, I have learned the following:
I find I can even now forgive a friend of mine who, when out to dinner in a group, has a tendency during any lull in the conversation to start skimming through the tweets she follows on her phone and telling us what her other friends are saying right now in binary versus English or Spanish. Now that I think about it, it does usually get the conversation going again. So...I guess I really do recommend Twitter. Still, I'll have to keep you posted, since I have in the past sometimes been called a flash-in-the-pan mad-genius-social-media player-poet. And...I am easily distracted.
- My father was not the only male Cassandra to turn his daughter into a neurotic who now worries about things like drinking too much milk (http://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/vacations-with-mother-and-father#.Ub3jOc_K0Y0.twitter).
- There are starving seniors in Rhode Island who could use my help (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIra70CTHgc&feature=share&list=PLFHcNOmb8uITI4kIUY4Mqat1-E8OIVnJ2&sf13535715=1).
- Max Kostenko is an amazing illustrator and I now want to draw a caricature of everyone I know in Photoshop to make them look like James of James and the Giant Peach meets Botero on canvas. (http://www.behance.net/MaxKostenko).
- There are other visual artists out there who wish they could convince the nonprofit and small business groups they work with to do something about that horrendous logo the director is convinced is absolutely divine (http://smartblogs.com/leadership/2013/06/12/go-ahead-change-that-ugly-logo/).
- There are several people in my near vicinity at any time also interested in saving the humanities.
- Some of my wife's tech-savvy friends are more interesting and intellectual than she'd given me reason to believe. (I have no tech-savvy friends of my own.)
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