I’m 34. I’m not some crusty old Luddite who has a VCR (!!) with blinking zeros instead of the time. I was an early adopter of the iPod, I have a Mac laptop and an iMac (PCs make me want to smash things). I’d like to think I’m pretty adept with many things technological.
I had a Facebook account for about two months in 2007 until it put me in touch with people I didn’t want to be in touch with. Instead, I do something totally crazy with people I know and like: I talk to them.
But I don’t get Twitter. It’s one of the most narcissistic, useless tools around (I could change my mind if it were used for good, like “Godzilla is only 35 minutes away from the downtown core”). And people who use it resort to solipsistic, adolescent nonsense: “I just bought shoes”; “I’m thinking of eating lunch” and the banalities continue.
Why would anyone be interested in the mundane elements of anyone else’s life? Would you read a biography on Einstein that focused on his choice of pens, his favourite pairs of socks to mismatch and whether he struggled between eating the Maultaschen or Knödeln?
This is on my mind (and I’m feeling squirrely this Friday morn) because Mayor David Miller has joined other mayors like Gregor Robertson and London’s Boris Johnson in reaching out to citizens by “tweeting” meaningless, pointless stuff about his day. Our mayor is so human, so accessible.
Here’s an excerpt from the Toronto Star on Miller’s tweets (even that word sounds small and insignificant):
Yesterday, 10 a.m.: At press conference for Cricket in the Snow. Kudos to RBCWednesday night: At the Leafs game. Not winning.
Wednesday, 11:32 a.m.: No workout this am; ran at lunch – beautiful sun by the lake, Ontario Place. Construction of new wave deck near harbourfront well underway.
Tuesday, 3:20 p.m.: Cllr Mammoliti to Cllr Ford: "Rob, trust me on this."
Tuesday, 1:32 p.m.: As requested. Unfortunately, he will not stand still.
Tuesday, 12:58 p.m.: Just came from the memorial service for Mary Cone Barrie. What a wonderful, loving, accomplished woman.
Monday, 6:23 p.m.: All is well in the world – at my daughters' basketball practice: a helpful reality after some of the posturing we saw at council today.
Monday, 6:58 a.m.: In City Council: today's agenda: development charges; panam games; clean beaches; new boards for invest/build Toronto; affordable housing.
Saturday, 1:17 p.m.: Just went for my second run today. If I keep this up, I am in danger of getting fit!
Other than Monday, 6:58 a.m., see what I mean?