Imperfect Strangers

I’m not anti-tweet, exactly. Just a bit flummoxed.

What exactly is the killer app here?

Semi-friends or imperfect strangers informing me, and thousands of others, that they’re having a spinach salad with candied pecans for lunch?

Maybe Twitter is tapping the celeb factor:

Jessica Simpson sends tweets about her lost dog. Jim Carrey about his lost love. Mariah Carey (‘Grandtastick!’) about various sightings of Nick Cannon’s mullet wig. Eminem tweets plaintively “I’m ‘Not Afraid,’” and then there’s the ubiquitous Courtney Love with her snitshots and her 57,177 fans—‘Chance of Friendship: Excellent.

In the digital universe, there’s a constant struggle between privacy and the need to share even a tiny piece of our existential souls. Celebs have been battling this for decades. Now, everyone can tap at least 15 seconds of fame and the right to say: I exist.

The killer app, perhaps, is that we all want to be Twitterati.


On Sibling Rivalry

About a year ago I bought a book titled Siblings Without Rivalry. My kids were arguing chronically–over who gets to the front door first, who sets the rules for dodge ball, whose turn is it to give voice to Little Bunny, and who hit whom, when, where, why, and how.

The book sits, barely cracked open, beside the bed. I’m too worn out from all my kids’ bickering to read it.

Back in the Saddle

Overheard at an Elementary School Open House, from a fifth grader speaking to an incoming kindergartner:
“Have you heard about lunch? They send out brainwaves that go all through your head and out through your ears and that’s what they make school lunches with. So the next time you eat your ‘Lunchables’ you won’t know what’s in it. It might be brains. I know you’re a vegetarian, but . . .”