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Thoughts on Twitter

I still love Twitter.

But.

I’m using it too much. There are days when I keep clicking the “New Tweets” link over and over and over and over again, which can be time-consuming, considering new tweets show up every four seconds. I keep clicking on the “Connect” button, because I MUST KNOW WHO HAS MENTIONED ME OR RETWEETED ME OR LINKED TO ME, AND I HAVE TO KNOW IT NOW.

This is probably a failing on my part. A person can always “just say no” to Twitter when they have to get work done, but these things are so seductive and needed (especially if you’re involved in media and publishing and work online all day) that they grab hold of you, and before you know it you realize that you’ve tweeted more words that day than you’ve written. I have to plug my stuff! I have to retweet this! I have to comment on this other tweet so people know my opinions! I have to congratulate this person on their promotion/birth/great tweet, even if I don’t even know them! I have to make sure I don’t miss anything! I have to plug my stuff again! What’s happening now? And right now?

Twitter has always been my social networking platform of choice because, well, it’s not really social networking. Not in that Facebook/Google+ way. It’s news, information and entertainment from various people, my place for breaking news and links to interesting things. It has become something I need online, like e-mail. But if I’m to be honest – and if a lot of the people on Twitter were to be honest – most of the tweets we send are not only unneccesary, there’s an agenda behind them. If we’re not plugging our stuff, we’re commenting on something that someone else has tweeted, which is really just another way of promoting ourselves.

For a writer, Twitter can be an amazing distraction. I envy the writers who can tweet 20 times a day and still get work done. I’m not one of them.

Yes, I’m going to keep using Twitter. It’s a great way to connect to people I wouldn’t be able to connect to in other ways, and there’s always something fun and interesting to see (always, which is half the problem). My love for what it is hasn’t changed. But the reality is I have to start using it less. A lot less. It can’t be my main destination anymore. I can’t keep it open in a tab anymore so I can constantly keep track of it. Oooooo, there’s a number next to Twitter…someone has posted something! That’s sort of ridiculous. There might even be days where I don’t tweet at all. What a concept!

(By the way, if you want to tweet this post, that’d be great! Have a good weekend.)

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One thing we have to do about writing on the web right now

Stop calling it “content.”

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I am not a blogger

Killed a mouse last night.

It’s spring and it’s getting warmer, and that means the beasts are starting to come out again. Spiders and bees and creepy crawly things with a thousand legs and also the mice. Mice are usually only a winter problem here, as they come in from the cold to get warm and look for food. But here it is spring and they’re coming in and getting into the trash, and I think they’re also somehow getting up on the kitchen counter and playing with the bread and bags of chips.

I don’t know how they’re doing it, though I picture them lowering themselves from the ceiling a la Tom Cruise in Mission: Impossible.

So I set some traps (peanut butter works the best) and caught one rather quickly. It was all white and cute in a Disney animated feature sort of way, but I’m sorry I hate mice and I’m setting the traps again tonight.

By the way, why are you reading this? You shouldn’t be. Seriously, stop reading. It’s a waste of time. It’s all over. Pack it up. Nothing to see here. Blogs are dead. The media says so!

According to this article, changes at The New York Times, BuzzFeed, and Andrew Sullivan means that blogs are going away. They’re all sooooo [take your pick: 1999, 2005, 2012].

I’m waiting for someone to say “lists are dead!” and how this might affect BuzzFeed.

This isn’t the first “blogs are dead” story. At last count, the number of articles pushing this theory hovered around 4,227,304. Whenever I hear someone saying that blogs are dead, what I hear is “writing is dead.” What else are blogs besides a longer form of web writing? This wasn’t always the case. A decade ago people were saying that blogs were going to be the death of longform writing. This was before Facebook and tweets and Tumblr blogs that are just pics and captions. Now those days seem quaint. Wait, you mean long blogs were once seen as the first sign of the downfall of writing? Yes.

Blogs will always be around because writing will always be around, and it doesn’t matter which media outlet has decided to do away with them. There are plenty of blogs out there, personal and professional. What exactly is a blog, anyway? Does it have to have links to other sites? Does it have to have a newer-to-older structure via date? Or is it any type of longer writing that’s on the web? People have different definitions of what blogs are, and the online world will always be around. Put those two things together and it means blogs can never go away.

This brings me to a point I’ve been wanting to make for a few years now: I am not a blogger. Now, I know that seems like an odd declaration to make on a blog, but it’s true. And it’s not one of those scenarios where I think being called a “blogger” is beneath me. No, not at all. I’ve run blogs and written for blogs since 1996 and there’s nothing wrong with them. But I think “blogger” is a limiting designation, and often inaccurate.

Think of someone who writes a weekly newspaper column. You wouldn’t call them a “newspaperer” would you? Of course not. You wouldn’t use the term “magaziner” for someone who writes for a magazine either. A blog is just the technology, the vehicle for the writing, and calling someone a blogger is needless. Not to mention it’s often used to diminish what a person does. The word blog is one I’ve always hated, just the sound of it, and blogger isn’t any better. But it seems we’re stuck with it, like “LOL” and “tl;dr,” and “SEO.” (And “BuzzFeed.”)

My favorite line from the New Republic piece:

We will still have blogs, of course, if only because the word is flexible enough to encompass a very wide range of publishing platforms: Basically, anything that contains a scrollable stream of posts is a “blog.” What we are losing is the personal blog and the themed blog.

This is completely wrong. If blogs do start to go away, the last ones to survive will be the personal ones. (I love the “we will still have blogs, of course…” line, because it contradicts the entire premise of the article.)

Less and less do readers have the patience for a certain writer or even certain subject matter. Instead, they use social media to efficiently pick exactly what they do and do not click on, rather than reading what a blogger or blog offers them.

Uh, OK, but if they’re clicking that means they’re still interested and still reading, right? Or is he saying that people use social media to find just the writing/writers they like and then they…ignore what they’ve written?

I guess what he’s saying is that blogs are dying and the only thing that will survive will be tweets and Facebook posts, which will link to writing which no one will read, because there are no blogs. Or something.

Actually, my favorite line is the very first one, where he mentions political blogs and how those famous political bloggers are changing the way they do things. It’s a misconception that continues to be pushed by people who don’t know what they’re talking about. Political blogs were not the first blogs. Personal blogs came first. Political blogs make up unbelievably small percentage of blogs out there, but they are always, repeatedly, constantly trotted out as the only example of what blogs are, because blogs became mainstream around the time of the two wars, in the early-mid 2000s. It’s irritating.

Smaller brands within brands…make increasingly little sense in a landscape where writers can cultivate their own, highly discriminating followings via social media like Facebook, Reddit, and Twitter, while readers can curate their own, highly discriminating feeds. In this world, there is no place for the blog, because to do anything other than put “All Media News In One Place” is incredibly inefficient.

But what are writers cultivating that following for? Isn’t it their writing? Or will people simply follow writers to read their tweets and Facebook posts and Instagram photos?

Oh, never mind. It’s all rather confusing. Maybe the web will completely disappear forever and we’ll go back to a world where it’s 100% print.*

*LOL!

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Meet The Jetsons

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My friend Matt Novak of the Smithsonian mag’s Paleofuture blog was on CBS Sunday Morning today (here’s the video), talking about The Jetsons and what came true (or didn’t come true) in their predictions of the future. Back in 2011 I wrote a piece for the print Paleofuture about the food on the show. I don’t think the issue is still available so I figured I’d post the article here.

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Meet The Jetsons

I’ve often wondered which time I’d like to live in more, the rock house and dinosaur-filled Stone Age of The Flintstones or the whiz-bang, computerized future of The Jetsons. I used to think it was The Jetsons. Flying cars! Robots! 3D TV! Moving sidewalks! Those are things that make a boy raised on science fiction magazines very excited. But if you include food? I’d have to go with The Flintstones.

In the first episode of The Jetsons (titled “Rosey The Robot” – yup, with a “y,” not an “ie”), Jane (who is 33 years old, which seems rather odd since daughter Judy is 15 – I wonder what she and George were doing in high school?) is in a panic because the Foodarackacycle, the machine that creates food at the press of a button or two, is on the blink. Coffee tastes like tea, hot fudge pizza comes out instead of scrambled eggs, and the whole thing eventually just explodes because it’s so old. They need a new one, so George has a plan to ask his boss Mr. Spacely for a raise.

Conveniently, Spacely’s wife can’t cook dinner for him that night and he longs for a home-cooked meal (which doesn’t really make sense when so much of the food appears instantly from a machine he could probably do it himself), so he invites himself to the Jetsons apartment for some home cookin’. If George can give Spacely that home-cooked meal he’ll get the raise. Rosey saves the day by making a roast out of leftovers. Spacely loves it. In fact, Rosey’s pineapple upside down cake secures George’s job and raise.

By the second episode, “A Date with Jet Screamer,” the Jetsons have a brand new Foodarackacyle. Though I’m not sure if it’s “new,” exactly. Where the one they had before was simply push button, this new one needs punch cards inserted into it. But the result is the same: instant meals that the wife (or Rosey) don’t even have to prepare. While Rosey shows that she *can* cook, she really doesn’t have to. And that’s why there’s no food joy in the future. The Jetsons shows us that it’s all push-button insta-meals and flavored pills. It’s hard to picture a man or woman cooking all day to make a Thanksgiving meal: basting the turkey every once in a while, trying to get a pie crust just right, mixing the perfect martini (the Jetsons have a machine for that too). There’s something intoxicating about a home filled with the smells of food cooking, something beautiful in the process of learning a recipe and trying to create a meal from ingredients. Something we can share and pass down to our family members and friends. In the future, it all seems to be done behind a giant gray wall filled with buttons and lights.

I haven’t watched all of the episodes of The Jetsons in quite some time, and I wonder if cookbooks are going to be a thing of the past if the food world depicted by the show ever comes to be. As it is, this Foodarackacyle contraption isn’t made very well. By the second season the Jetsons need yet another new one, which they win on a game show. Maybe Foodarackacyles, like computers, have a built-in obsolescence. Maybe in the future Foodarackacyles are made by Microsoft.

So for the food, give me The Flintstones. They might have to power their cars with their feet, but at least they have Brontasaurus ribs.

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