Everyone talks about them – the snake oil gurus who corrupt the essence of Twitter. Even the gurus themselves talk about them. After all, if they didn’t – they’d look guilty, right? After hanging around this medium for a few years, I’ve developed a way to identify these people who can potentially fuck up your entire Twitter experience if you’re not careful. And please, don’t let them fool you into thinking that being like them is somehow cool – because…
Yesterday I paid my barber a visit. After years as a SuperCuts guy, a few months ago I started visiting a local salon that was recommended by some gay friends who have really nice hair. My new stylist is friendly, Southern, and consistent. Because when it comes to my hair, consistency is key. I don’t need anything fancy. I get in I get out I move on with my day. Boom. Anyway, I’d always considered the barber-customer relationship particularly interesting. Almost…
Dear All New People on Twitter, First of all, I can’t believe people are still new here. But that’s only because I’ve been at this for a couple of years. And if you think that sounds like a long time, it’s not as long as most of the people I follow here. I still consider myself something of a rookie because of them, however (and they do too). Anyway, welcome. I wanted to take a few moments to give you…
They arrived unannounced. They could have been here for weeks. Months. We don’t know. “Honey? Could you come take a look at this?” I called to my wife while standing above our youngest daughter, Cozette, last week. I was looking down onto the top of her head where I thought I saw a flake of dandruff. It’s winter, so everyone’s skin is dry. But a seven-year-old shouldn’t have a flaking scalp. Right? My wife, Tina, came over and looked. Then…
When Elizabeth Edwards died on Tuesday, it made me think about death again. Our 13-year-old dog died recently, and it caused some serious grief. Yet, I felt nothing for Edwards. I didn’t know her. I didn’t even know *of* her, but for the fact that she was married to a guy who ran for president and who was unfaithful to her. I also knew she had cancer, but that’s about it. So I tweeted: When I hit ‘send’ I knew…
Last night, after the kids and wife were tucked away, I settled into a comfortable chair to surf around and see what was going on in the world. One of the first things I noticed was an RT from an account called @LiftUpEllie. I followed it to their Twitter page – and reality slapped me across the face. I spent a good half hour reading backwards into the @LiftUpEllie Twitter stream about the 8-year old girl who was fighting a…
