“ It’s not that I don’t get it. I do. I didn’t understand the allure until I truly grasped what Twitter’s deep intimacy with SMS allowed - a universally available thought machine, my own Ixian dictatel. And this with a built in editor, a hundred and forty character cage to excise my worst propensities. I tried to include them there, in that very sentence: unnecessary poetry and an addiction to verbiage. A need to analyze my own writing, in writing, while I am writing it, makes up the third sin. I may also have a problem with italics.
April 23, 2008
