I am not new.
I am not on drugs,
I am not really, truly comfortable on Facebook (friendless, a face without a body, a name without a spirit);
I am not on Survivor.
I am scarcely sociable. I suspect I am constitutionally disabled from social media.
Given all that should I be ” on” twitter?
I am not new. I bought a mobile phone, I made a call and then wanted to hang up. I turned my phone off, powered off, as the purser says before takeoff.
I am not new. I bought a CD player, listened to the disc then asked my son to turn the record over.
I am not new. my face looks like a scrotum – pleasant enough, but wrinkled.
I am not new. Twitter is new. I tweeted last week (@howiegoldenberg, apparently), and made my cerebral, pedantic self incomprehensible. I am a creature of big words, old habits, clumsy fingers, ponderous expression and I do not know what a hash tag is.
I am not new. I have achieved absurdity well before twitter, and have retained that condition. Do indeed to tweet to make myself absurd? I am told I need to poll my readers and followers on the question. I am so unnew I won’t be able to track the responses.
Should I tweet? The prime minister of turkey has just vowed to close down twitter. An Australian MP just took himself off twitter because of hate mail. Someone, he said, tweeted in the name of Tony Abbott and displayed an image of a penisface.