Wednesday, February 11th, 2009

Oh, I’ve gone and done it.  I’ve set myself up with a Twitter account!  Yes, it’s true, for all of those inane little bits of myself that I just long to share with all of you but which don’t merit a whole blog post – there’s Twitter.  Unfamiliar, oh ye of greater than twenty years on this earth?  Twitter is a free service which suggests you answer the question “What are you doing?” in 140 characters or less.  You can text from your phone or use a web browser and update the entire world on what you’re doing at that moment.  I think this is interesting coming from:

  • People with exciting jobs that take them to nifty places and who post entries like “standing at the foot of the tower of pisa watching them drop the ceremonial water balloon.”
  • People who do stuff you can’t quite believe is happening.  I quote from (I kid you not) Lance Armstrong’s post of this morning, “Got the kids off to school. About to eat breakfast then 5-6 hours on the bike.”
  • People you wish were really your friends.  Like Stephen Fry, who posted this picture of his chair from the set of Bones yesterday.  “Ooh the glamour.
  • And perhaps, people who have mothers who worry.

I am none of these people.  But you can still follow me on Twitter!  It’s sort of a “What did Hamlet eat for breakfast” kind of thing.  It will last until I have amassed scores of avid followers that I simply must update to please, and I throw myself into the lake because the pressure has become too great, OR until I’ve given up hoping that anyone will care.  Either way, YOU can be there to see it happen!

And, hey, if you’re one of those people for whom writing a letter (I know, archaic) or email has just gotten to be too much of a burden, then you can open your own Twitter account and send random updates throughout your life.  And I will follow you (that’s Twitterspeak) and know that you have read a poem, or scored pepper bacon on sale, or taken a cool photograph…and I will be happy in the knowledge.

So unbelievably warm here, and all the snow is finally melting.  No hat on the last several runs – though it will undoubtedly return soon.  A sampling from Winter 09 So Far.

It has to be in the teens for me to run outside.  But one needs a balaclava at 13 degrees.

One needs a balaclava at 13 degrees.

Teeny tiny icicle on my porch railing.  Teeny.

Teeny tiny icicle on my porch railing. Teeny.

Its a metaphor.

It's a metaphor.

This is fun.  Really.

This is fun. Really.

Where are all the pretty horses?

Where are all the pretty horses?

Because what one needs after a sub-freezing run is to ice things.

Because what one needs after a sub-freezing run is to ice things.

Ho!  Ho!  Ho!

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Buried in the snow.

Buried in the snow.