I'm taking a break from Twitter.
Twitter's stock value plummets.
Correlation?
Twitter's stock value plummets.
Correlation?
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| Not a mockingbird.... |
Yesterday, while walking home from school after feeding the various critters in my classroom, I spied a mockingbird perched on a low bush. The day was cold and breezy, occasionally the wind fluffed up a few feathers. The bird was in no hurry to leave if I was not a threat.
I was not a threat.
A few seconds after realizing this, the mockingbird and I had a few fine moments "conversing," or whatever verb you call this kind of inter-species communication.
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Twitter has a cost--and the cost goes beyond the time you spend tweeting.
Twitter has benefits, and has been particularly good to me. I've gone to wonderful places, and met wonderful people. My practice of teaching has improved, and my students have benefited. I have chatted directly with the titans of education.
On the face of it, taking a break looks preposterous. It's been a rush.
And that is exactly the problem.
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Twitter, a collection of like-minded souls spewing off tiny bits of information, lives in a linear universe. I do not.
I get that Twitter is a tool, but I also get that a good chunk of my interest stems from the dopamine loop it feeds. Call it a high. For me, that high has become destructive--it keeps me away from my old guitar and my new mandolin, from people I pass on my street, from moments with a mockingbird.
I am speaking only for me--no one wants to hear a dry drunk prattle on about sobriety.
With some luck, I have a few good years left.
With a little bit more luck, I'll spend more of my awake hours under the sky than under a roof.
If you want to chat, drop me a line.