...To Make a Long Story Short...

My family has a history of engineers in it, to some degree or another.  Mostly mechanical engineers.  Tinkerers, builders of odd widgets and cogs.  On occasion, usually after their passing but sometimes simply during spring cleaning, there is the practice of going through their stuff; dividing it up amongst the family or simply reboxing it for storage.   While going through this, I remember, from time to time, coming across a rogue box. Hidden somewhere in the back of the garage or shed long forgotten.  And within that box there would be a thing. I can only call it that because the exact nature of its purpose is seldom immediately recognizable.  Something machined with such precision, the placement of tiny valves and hoses so deliberate, that I know it has, or at least had, a purpose. Which prevents me from simply discarding it. I can't decide whether to throw it away or not, until I know what it is. 

This is how I feel about Twitter. I know that it obviously does something, the purpose of that something however remains hidden.   

I haven't updated my Twitter in a while mainly because my cell phone is on the fritz and is preventing me from doing so.  Updating from my computer just seems silly ("I'm currently... uh... at my computer.. HUZZAH!"). Which is why, for now, I've removed it from my blog.  Once I break down and spend the money to get my phone back running the way it should, I plan to experiment some more with it.

http://twitter.com/notmsn