This month will be an exercise in testing the limits of oversharing, because I've seen over the last several weeks that Twitter has eaten my blog. And many others. Its appetite is rapacious, unending, always eager to pluck a fleeting thought from the average brain pan and stick it on the world's bulletin board. And the number of pathways to this bulletin board seem to multiply every day--Twitterberry, Twitpic, Twitterfeed, Twittelator, Twitteriffic, Twittenkaboodle. We are all bearing eye-twitness to momentous time, when twillions of twitterpated twitaholics indulge their twitterhea.
Where does it end? How much else is there left to share? How many more darling anecdotes about a three-year-old's crush on The Little Mermaid are left? How can we broadcast it all, and how can we digest it all? Have we fallen in lockstep with our financial system, which built up a false plutocracy of wealth that wasn't really wealth, and whipped ourselves into a twhirlwind of information that isn't really informative? News that isn't really news? Life that isn't really life?
Maybe we can all take a breath when this brutal election cycle is finally over. The sudden silence will be twittersweet.
