Twitter, the soapbox for micro-speechmakers, is going to have all public “tweets” archived by the Library of Congress. The Writing Loft has been told that generations from now historians will be able to delve into the minds of people and see – in so many bytes – what burning issues were pondered.
Here are a few “tweets” for future historians to assess …
“Goin’ for Pizza”
“Mushrooms or onion?”
“Bring home bread.”
“Running late”
“Get my laundry.”
“You get it!”
Yes, these great conversations will be logged in the Library of Congress along with the Inauguration Day speeches of U.S. presidents, the works of Hemingway and all the versions of the Bible.
Twitter, the great equalizer of writing, is now the home of every thought someone can punch into a keypad.
Go tweet, young man, go tweet!
To tweet, or not to tweet! That is the question!
In news stories about the archiving of Twitter at the Library of Congress, it was reported the tweets could be considered the same way “letters and journals and photographs and maps were in previous centuries.”
To that I say ROFL!
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This is as disheartening as continual writing rejections in the face of some of what does get published, especially when one might think that some of the more intellectual minds of our time are too busy to bother to tweet.
>Would not Romeo have saved himself and Juliet much heartache if they could have tweeted? She would have known he was ‘running late.’ Then again, their parting wouldn’t have been such sweet sorrow.<
I loved this, thanks Larry. Very funny!
Great observation. For me, that’s like placing those who utter the phrases “whazzup” and “shizzle” along side our great orators of history. All I can say is, “Go Figure” 🙂
Wasn’t it Dante who said, “Mushroom or onion?” to Virgil when they were ordering Pizza on their tour of Hell? When Melville’s character in “White Jacket,” falls overboard, is not the laundering of this garment as it drags him to the same depths, a matter of import?
Would not Romeo have saved himself and Juliet much heartache if they could have tweeted? She would have known he was ‘running late.’ Then again, their parting wouldn’t have been such sweet sorrow.
Then again, my elbow itches, I am wont to scratch it.
Someone at the Library of Congress drank the Kool Aid.
Tweets, those narcicistic blurbs about nothing, can be saved by social scientists or hoarders, but not the Library of Congress, unless of course, it was The Best of Tweets Volume I. (kidding of course)
People who would save tweets are the same kind of people who blow their nose in a tissue then put their glasses on for a good look see. ICK
But of course, this is just MHO.