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I Love Twitter


I love Twitter, and I might be addicted.

Fortunately – or unfortunately – I have to work all day and so can’t access Twitter until I get home around six.  Even then, I don’t dwell on Twitter Lane as many people seem to do; I just love to walk up and down the Twittersphere and look into people’s windows every chance I get.

I think we choose our Twitter friends as we choose our blogroll; someone interests us in some way, so we add him/her.  Oh, sure, there are people who add and follow anybody and everybody, but I’m not that girl, either.  I have to be interested in the potential Twitter friend, and the potential Twitter friend must have a blog.  MySpace doesn’t count.

That’s right, that’s right, you read it right:  I don’t follow anyone who doesn’t have a personal blog.

I also don’t follow anyone who uses a lot of profanity or too much text code.

Perhaps I’m an odd Twitterer, but I don’t really think so.  But, just what’s the Twitter attraction for someone like me?  Answer:  many things!!!

There are some really nice people following me, and BEING followed by me.  I find their tweets interesting, and I like to join in when I can.  I also discovered that people on Twitter are helpful and knowledgeable: a lovely combination indeed.  I asked a techie question (sort of) last night, and a whole lot of people were kind enough to tell me what to do.  I appreciated that a lot.  A WHOLE lot!  I took their advice and my problem was solved, too.

To sum up:  Twitter is cool.  The people there are nice.  I like Twitter.

Oh, I’m sorry, did you say something?  I was looking at these really sweet pictures a Twitter friend sent me; they’re fascinating.

Mmm, Twitter.  Love it.

WE Are the Village!


I think sometimes that if there had been blogs when I was raising my children, I might not have made quite as many mistakes.

Often, during those years, I felt very isolated.  I was sure that nobody else was feeling the same emotions, having the same problems, trying and failing at so many things, when it came to parenting.  I felt like I was the only one, struggling with this and that, with my babies, and later with my children.  I was embarrassed to ask some questions, because I knew that nobody in the universe could possibly have my same problems.

I used to wish that there was some place where I could find a lot of advice and sure-fire plans to help me.  I used to wish that there were people who had BEEN there, who could share their successes and failures; word of mouth is stil the most believable way of selling anything, and advice has to be sold, you know.  We SAY it’s :given,” but if it’s not packaged and presented juuuuust right, nobody will take it.

I was given pamphlets and booklets and diagrams and videos, but what i needed was something else, someONE else, someone who KNEW.

Sure, there were relatives who were laden with advice.  Friends, who had a lot of advice.  Some of it was good, too, and just as much of it was horrible.  And the “supply” of relatives and friends was limited, so limited, there was no way their experiences could help me with very many of the problems and questions I had.  Besides, they were, well relatives.  And friends, however beloved, don’t always agree with our own parenting methods or theories or needs.

The Blogosphere has changed all of this, and changed it drastically, and changed it for the better!  For every question or problem a blogger posts, there are potentially millions of people who have BEEN THERE, and somehow survived, and who therefore have believable and practical advice for a young parent who is wondering, puzzled, or even at the end of his/her rope.

For parents, some small thing some other parent mentions, that OTHER parents comment on, might make a world of difference.  Bloggers have created a neighborhood of trust, friendship, and advice that really counts because it comes from people who really do know.  They KNOW.

It takes a village to raise a child?  Bloggers, WE are the village!

Blog World Expo: The Best of Both Worlds!


Blog World Expo excites me.  It thrills me.  Blog World Expo is like the culmination of bloggerhood fantasies: the coming together of people who know each other quite well, often so well that we could order for each other in a restaurant, or pick out shoes for each other.  We know all about their jobs.  We know their children’s names.  We know about their pets, and their gardens, and their opinions about big government, world peace, and whether they prefer brown or white eggs.

We know almost everything about them, in fact.  Everything, perhaps, except what they really look like.  Much of the time, we couldn’t pick each other out of a lineup.

But that’s okay, because online, assuming we’re all telling the truth – and we must make that assumption -bloggers have turned this huge planet into a neighborhood of relationships – friendship, business, and everything else, deep and lasting, and proof positive that we don’t have to know what people LOOK like, to know what people ARE like.  Most bloggers have found and made wonderful, genuine friends via blogging.

Our blogrolls and readers are full of people we wish lived next door to us, or even WITH us, because we’ve come to love them as dearly as though we met for lunch daily.

You know, we’re all just so BUSY.  Most of us work and raise children and try to nurture them and a marriage and our friendships and our talents all at the same time.  Many days, something’s gotta give.  With blogging, the conversations can wait till we can get there.  Bloggers are friends who don’t put any kind of time limitation on us.  We are here, and we’ll be here tomorrow if you can’t stop by tonight.

Blog World Expo excites me.  Bloggers will be there.  BLOGGERS!  People who, well, KNOW!  They KNOW.  Blogosphere neighbors who sit on each other’s virtual sofas several nights a week will get to sit at each others’ tables for real.

For real!!!  Then again, the Blogosphere is real, too.  Blog World Expo excites me, because it is the best of both worlds.

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