Tweets out of place/time
Last weekend i decided to switch off. I needed a break from the world of stuff and so exercised my Jewishness and went offline cold turkey for the Sabbath (From Friday eve to Monday morning).
Apart from the much needed break and the (leaned) ability to not be (self) distracted one thing I found really fascinating (again) is how social publishing tools rewrite our social cognition and how when Twitter is becoming integral part of your communicative life, it mediates your experience of things.
You react to and sometimes even process a whole bunch of situations, from the most mundane to the most significant, through the prism of this new self-other relationships. If i had the time i’ll be writing about it in the context of the Dialogical-Self.
On a slightly different note, as an introspective exercise, I took note anytime that I instinctively wanted to tweet. When I looked at all the tweets as notes this morning they looked (un?)surprisingly out of place/time. Some random insignificant snippets of life that when seen outside of their place/time/context they almost become somethimg else altogether – here you go, judge for yourself:
Tayaabs is not the same without @therealshemi
2K morning swim now being offset by having Thalia on my shoulders for 2 hours
Brunching with Thalia at Graceland Kensal Green (4sqr)
OMG Sarkozy sr. portrait of Carla Bruni is so tacky! He should have a stall in Camden market.
Shut your horsey face you loud f**k you’re waking up my baby!
Posh Meryl Streep look-a-like in a convertible Porsche sporting a minicab-driver-like Bluetooth Headset. #seriously?
Principles are meant to be broken? But sometimes you need Cbeebies at 10AM to babysit! #parentingdilemas