In recent weeks I’ve become a huge fan of Twitter.  In, fact, it’s now a daily staple, or something like that fast pick-up you get with that morning coffee. Forgive me, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, but let me count the ways I dig Twitter:

  1. It connects me to a whole lot bigger world to rattle my culture and routine beliefs against.  If I can shed defensiveness, Twitter helps me grow aware and thus become more tolerant.
  2. I like that a lot gets said in very few words.  A few sips gives you the flavor.
  3. I relish following people and trends I find interesting.
  4. It flatters my shameless ego every time someone follows me. I  understand now why my Bichon likes being petted.  Hey, you can pet me anytime!
  5. It grows my interests as I come upon how many there really are out there.
  6. It feeds my fly-on-the-wall instinct to spy on newsmakers, starlets, celebrities and sports icons.  Secretly, I hope they’ll tweet me back!
  7. It saves me on subscription costs as I get free admission to the big mags and splendid articles.
  8. I like how it puts you in real time as things happen and people get impacted; take Syria for example and its freedom fighters or at home, recent Sandy.
  9. I admire its uncensored access.  Here you’ll find the good, bad, and ugly: the saints and anarchists; tolerant and militant; the sane and, yes, the crazies.  It’s like waking up in San Francisco.
  10. It helps my blog.  I can see what interests and find outlet for my own.

Twitter,  I can’t really number all the ways I’m fond of you, but suffice it to say,  Je t’aime!

Do well.  Be well!