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I still fail to see any purpose to Twitter, other than stroking the egos of celebrities or wannabe celebrities. Why would I want to hear about the minute to minute mundane machinations of other people? I lead my own life and that is sufficient.
…and yes, I did read Mike’s article and I disagree with those who profess to simplify language and make it less flowery. Stretching the vocabulary also stretches the mind and thought process. I disagree that handwriting is preferred.
NEB, we seem to be kindred spirits in our desires for more expansive language; I don’t think that using pens is the way to access the ability to write with more eloquence. I am moe musing on whether or not the change in writing and reading preference is due to the changeover from handheld (not palm device!) writing instruments to pens to keyboards.
I don’t think that there is a metaphysical relationship, of course being a hardcore materialist; I think that since writing with a keyboard produces more immediate results that writing has moved from being a deliberative process to a “quick results” process.
A poet attempted 2 twitter/And though he was never a quitter/His limerick forms/Did not match their norms/And his punchlines were left in the sh
Four too long.
Didn’t know if //// counted. As you might guess, I don’t have a twitter account. Don’t get me started on what it does to sonnets, or the ballad form.
Off topic and only because I’ve been empowered by the delightful Cuttlefish:
There was a young man from Hong Kong
Who had a trifurcated dong.
A small one for sucking,
One larger for fucking,
And a honey for beating a gong!
*. . . making the best of it since 1951 . . .*
Twat: One who Twitters.
Also, anything embraced by the GOP has got to be suspect.
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