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Definite sign of the Apocalypse: me suggesting that you follow my Twitter feed.

I went on Facebook and Twitter with skepticism. Facebook I could at least see some rationale for, it was not unlike LTHForum in its social interaction, Twitter seemed totally illiterate and ADD by comparison, a receptacle for the most banal and evanescent of brain farts.

Yet I have to admit after using both for a month or so I actually prefer Twitter. Part of the reason is that Twitter isn’t overrun with quizzes (“Which Nazi war criminal are you?”) But the anonymity and simplicity of simply scribbling something up there and people can either follow or not seems more useful and less fraught with baggage than having to decide, do I want to be this person’s friend, do I want to know this much about them, etc. Give me the zipless tweet, I can just see what’s happening in others’ worlds without having to commit to anything. (It helps, of course, if you only read Twitterers with a certain gift for the droll, 140-character aphoristic Tweet, like my old new media colleague Stephen Strong. I would surely feel different if all my Twitter contacts were 22.)  I still have one big reservation, which is not putting anything that really matters on a platform owned by somebody else; my serious content will always be somewhere I control.  But I see some point to sharing the ephemeral and trivial there.

So anyway, if you want to see what’s happening in my world without commitment, follow me here. I promise to keep the signal to noise ratio fairly high and construct a version of my persona which seems to be enjoying the Chicago restaurant scene on a busy, bon vivant level, even if I have to stay home eating ham sandwiches to do it.