“Twitter” rhymes with “fritter” and that’s what I’ve done–frittered too much time away following other people’s interests. The stream of information is compelling, but my continuous-partial-attention time slicer doesn’t slice thin enough for me to follow your tweets while I do my stuff.
Yet online connection and conversation enriches me. It’s my intention to follow Bill Meloney’s lead back to IRC. More than 140 char, real time, meaningful engagement, no pR0n spammers…
Yesterday Bill posted this:
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
I’m going back to IRC … See you there.
If you are old(er) like me you will remember the communities in IRC. You will remember the conversations. You will remember the friends…and the feuds. You will remember when groups of people talked with each other in near-real time. You will remember full sentences. But most of all you will be a member.
irc://irc.freenode.net#Pa^Patois
irc://irc.freenode.net#Joiito
irc://irc.freenode.net##Slackware
I cannot promise that I will be on all the time – I do have a real job and some semblance of a life. I can promise that if you catch me there we can share more than 140 character blurts.
Posted by William “Papa” Meloney at 7:04 AM 0 comments
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The last few years I’ve lost track of a lot of the things I value about personal web publishing and the interpersonal connectedness associated with staking a claim on my own chunk of that notional environment we call cyberspace. My bad.
Here’s a Byrds tune that comes to mind…
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