tinydoctor twitters
By way of David Bonta at Via Negativa, Dr. Omed clicked upon "Twitter," a blogging tool for cellphones and blackberries (Wikipedia on Twitter). On a Twitter microblog, a post is called a "Tweet" and is limited to 140 characters.
An interesting challenge, no?—to shrink one's blogself down to an arbitary limit...and since my blogself was already shrinking, I have had so little to say, perhaps I would find sufficient expanse within the constraint of the 140 ascii characters of a tweet. I set up my pup tent on the cellphones of the world, so to speak—I signed up as tinydoctor, an e-moniker that Mrs. Dr. Omed found quite disproportionately amusing. I soon discovered that other pilgrims and seekers of my E-quaintance had found their way to Twitter; in addition to David B., who tweets at Morning_Porch, Neva Miss Feva (nevafeva) and DavePollard are also all a-twitter.
So far, the result is mixed. I have mainly avoided making sense. My last update was "Cranberry meatballs?" I liked the faux-spam haikus I composed out of the chaff floating around in my own head—I didn't have any interesting spam in my email trash can, so I just made them up. However, I don't think I have quite taken the measure of the tweet as a constrained form. Most tweets (Check out the "timeline," the log where the sleet of tweets from around the world appear and disappear) are like snatches of conversation overheard in a noisy bar.
Haiku Tweets (Tweeku?)
Alas, diplomat, full / of djinns; must you lick the lace / of her velvet spur?
Her plush pantaloons / remain oracular, no / pat yammers to gloss.
Hoist the retablo, / mute the quirts, haul the dashes, / belay that murder.
The best staid plaids loft / go Cathay, and sore trousers / kiss grandmother's teeth.
11:36:44 PM 
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