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I signed up. I tweeted three times. I have one follower: my devoted husband, who indoctrinated me, brought me along on his journey, and got me excited. We are the last in America to tweet and the technology was surprising, thought-provoking. I leaned over his shoulder here and there, taking it it, editing his tweets, offering recommendations. In a day he had 30 followers, in a month close to 200 (am I hallucinating?) A lot are porn stars, with names like waxmyvagg. I don't know if I will get them. He said the porn star ratio stays pretty steady--more followers also means more porn star followers.

It is reductive. Yes. It distills you to your very essence. If you love all the messy details of life you are in BIG trouble. And yet, you do get to the nub of people. Boring when you are only promoting. Unless you are promoting how funny you are--that is funny. Some are brilliant, delightful, like a daily vitamin. They just leave you happy, like a bite of chocolate. It's fleeting, but a pick me up. Mine is not personal. Mine is to promote VoxHollywood. Twitter seems best for that: a one note advertisement on a single message. Stay on point. The perfect sound bite. You edit it yourself.

I am still an oval on a square--later I will put up a logo. Still, I am excited. It is a small, real step towards the paper. I KNOW I can do 160 characters three times a week about Hollywood. I can establish my voice, experiment (just me, my husband and my porn star followers--if I am lucky...).

Sad posts are supposedly funny people who are not funny. Or supposedly cool people who are not cool. You want to avert your eyes. You feel embarassed for them. It is worse than facebook.

You know it leaves some people isolated in a narcissistic universe where it is just them, alone, living for thousands, but really, no one cares, at all. It allows them to keep up the illusion. Should tools like that be allowed? Is that healthy?

But some people have voice in 160 characters. They really do. They provoke. They recommend. They delight. They make you think. They make you grateful. They make you laugh.

Even I do not know what will come out of me. Will I hate my twitter personality? Will she bore me with her observations? Or sicken me with her earnestness? Will she revel in the brevity, since she never gets to do that? Will her tweets be like poetry? A running commentary? Filled with self-importance (GOD! I hope not!)

I am not a natural tweeter, but I am up for this. I am diving into the future, and this is just one more funky body of water. Shallow water.