Friday, April 10, 2009

A Tweet and a Twit

I'm on Twitter, up to 2,000 I'm following and 1,200 following me...and last night two things were evident.

One: my neck, wrist and hand hurt. This cyber communicating is tough on the body yet there is no body needed. It's fascinating to me how in the moment Twitter is without the physical presence of human beings. ME, ME, ME -- it screams. I craved comfort, so I listen to the waltzing 3/4 time of Ray LaMontagne crooning "Let It Be Me" and thought something's false about all this tweeting--yet I'm hooked and fascinated. This was what my parents must have felt like staring at the black and white TV that invaded their quiet lives when plugging something in for the first time all those eons ago.

Two: I had the weirdest dreams last night, like a Martha Graham or Merce Cunningham dance sequence of humanity with tables and tables of people. It was a family gathering of sorts, but not MY family that I've known and loved for 43 years (or my husbands) it was strangers who embraced me and my three kids, fluffing out white table cloths, opening folding chairs in preparation; showering us with fattening, buttery foods and laughing at shared family stories. I didn't recognize anybody in the foggy, billowy dream.

Weird.

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