PHOTO: MARY VAN BALEN
Last evening after dinner I decided to see a movie at the old local art theater. As I waited for lights to dim, I pulled a small black notebook out of my purse and began writing starting with the day’s date and time in the top right corner as I always do: “April 12, 2010, waiting for “The Ghost Writer.” I jotted down a few thoughts and suddenly remembered a conversation with a friend I had had the day before. She was just beginning to post remarks on twitter.
“I opened my account, posted one remark and minutes later I had a follower,” she said.
“A ‘follower?’ What’s a ‘follower?’”
“It’s someone who reads your Tweets, you know, someone who follows what you are doing.”
“I don’t do anything interesting enough for anyone else to care,” volunteered our mutual friend who was driving us all to a play. Read More
Last evening after dinner I decided to see a movie at the old local art theater. As I waited for lights to dim, I pulled a small black notebook out of my purse and began writing starting with the day’s date and time in the top right corner as I always do: “April 12, 2010, waiting for “The Ghost Writer.” I jotted down a few thoughts and suddenly remembered a conversation with a friend I had had the day before. She was just beginning to post remarks on twitter.“I opened my account, posted one remark and minutes later I had a follower,” she said.
“A ‘follower?’ What’s a ‘follower?’”
“It’s someone who reads your Tweets, you know, someone who follows what you are doing.”
“I don’t do anything interesting enough for anyone else to care,” volunteered our mutual friend who was driving us all to a play. Read More