Paid to tweet, like I was paid to blog
So, I've done many awkward things in my bespeckled and bespectacled community career.
I've worn speaker Oxford after speaker Oxford - and you tech geeks know the ones. The ones that have embroidery that say "Speaker - Teched Amsterdam 2005" and you feel you can't give them away, yet you can't wear them to a hipster bar - or anywhere except your own house - without feeling like Class A Dork.
I've been recorded saying "um" on channel 9, channel 8 and other random podcasts. Be ready for more!
I've been photographed with Ms. Dewey. That, may not come again.
Now, it's my duty not only to man (or woman) a blog for Live Search on occasion, but to drink and stream into (now, that doesn't sound right does it) the firehose that is Twitter. And more than that, I have to pick a twitter client. Because like blogging, mystic vital forces forbid you actually type into a Web interface. Nonono. The hands they must not be sullied in touching web...parts. No, you have to find some desktop client with a t in the first part of the name - twhirl. Tweetdeck. Twitterific. T-rouble my friends. T-rouble right here in Twitter City.
Pray for me. And if you have a favorite Twitter client (sorry no Macbooks - just a T- Mobile Wing and a T- hinkpad laptop running Vista) feel free to tell me what to do. I am currently fascinated by this writer who left the choices of his life up to the community.
Live it vivid!