Please Twitter, Just Stay Weird
I am an inveterate Tweeter. I use Twitter more than any communications medium other than email. I check it first thing in the morning, last thing at night, and about a billion times in between. (Assume that for every sentence in this article, I’ve refreshed Twitter three times.) I’ve tweeted my wedding, my kids’ births, and my major surgeries.
I have joked with my wife — who, like most sensible people, doesn’t use Twitter but loves Facebook — that by neglecting the microblogging service, she’s missing out on the most interesting facet of my personality. The sad thing about this is that, most days, it isn’t really a joke: @fmanjoo is usually a lot more fun than Farhad Manjoo.
