To tweet, or not to tweet
Part of this is just a lame excuse to tag on to the story of the day that Pittsburgh Magazine has named Jamie and Ali McMutrie as their Burghers of the Year. Not really actually, but it did remind me about how I really learned about twitter. Hang with me, this all connects. As their story was unfolding, and we were all snowed in and wondering when we would ever see spring again..... the crescendo came as rumors of a mysterous flight to Port au Prince were bouncing around. There was little actual news reporting to corroborate any of it. Who was going, what it was going to do and just about everything else were unknown to most of the public. Sounds like some of it was even unknown to those on the flight.
Then... as I was bored there watching news and watching twitter for the first time because of an escalating case of cottage fever.. It turned out that someone I met when he came through town for G20 was Fox News producer Adam Housley who was 'tweeting' direct from Haiti. Nice guy, and what I remembered he was a big Steelers fan. Specifically he was set up at the Port au Prince airport. I was not expecting anything like this when out of the blue this tweet popped up:
I will still be more shocked if my mother ever tweets. That won't be soon. She sometimes brings up this vague concept of hearing that I am 'on the Internet'. That and I still am waiting for live tweeting of the pension board meetings, but that may happen pretty soon.
Now we just have to worry about tweeting the afterlife. In NYT today: Cyberspace When You're Dead.