The 58th edition of Four Stone Hearth, the anthro blog carnival is up. One linked post at Ethblography by Fran, an anthropologist, asserts that twittering means nothing:
Like Wikipedia, then, it is for this reason that Twitter gets under my skin in a most uncomfortable way. It doesn’t mean anything. It is genuinely uninformative, ego-centric and self-obsessed drivel. The audience is no one and everyone; the subject is nothing and everything. I don’t need to know when someone brushes their teeth or takes out the trash or picks their nose. I really don’t. Humanity is exceptionally ridiculous. We seek out freedom of expression as our one and only avenue to universal truth, then we turn it into a free-for-all reality televisionification of daily banality.
I am saddened by the initial hopes that the “idea” of Twitter (though not only Twitter) stirred in me upon discovering it. Its romantic potentiality still calls to me from beyond its disappointing reality. As a quirky tool for relaying to oneself and their friends or strangers some spur-of-the-moment lucidity or lack thereof, it remains (at least) generally amusing, and (at best) even cathartic. I foresaw the temptation of running to Twitter when I coined some spectacularly funny turn of phrase, clever insight or revelation which could so easily be lost among the 50,000 processes running off my mental CPU at any moment.
I don’t agree when the author lumps Wikipedia with twitter (Wikipedia means something, even if most of it is superficial) and when underpant twitters are cited with a frown. However, I think the author’s insight is remarkable. We all (boggers, that is, and who is not a blogger these days…) have felt the urge to post when we suddenly realize – many times a day – what astonishing geniuses we are and what glorious praise shall pour forth when the world knows our genius. Of course, disappointing reality intervenes and normalcy returns. However, the time lost in day-dreaming remains lost. In this time we could have pursued that inspiring thought to a deeper and more fruitful level, which we did not because we decided to expose that thought to the winds and let it wilt.