Twitter

Most of you have probably heard of twitter. It’s been plastered all over the news – celebrities using it, politicians using it, jurors tweeting during trials, basketplayers tweeting during halftime, people losing their jobs over it, yada, yada.

Some of you may even be twitterers. I am a twitterer – my username is cindyoyo.  I’m not sure now how I came up with that name. I had decided to sign up for twitter to see what it was all about, but didn’t think I’d really use it, so I didn’t put much thought into a username. I did try using cindyo (since my name is Cindy O’Something), but it was already in use.

Most people liken twitter to a huge cocktail party. Everyone there is milling about hearing snippets of conversations. Since it is a cocktail party and you are suppose to mingle, you may hear someone talk about something that interests you and you stop there and chime in with your thoughts about the subject.  And, then, if they drift into another conversation that doesn’t interest you, you might continue strolling around the room to join in another conversation that does.

 The basic premise of twitter is to answer the question, “What are you doing?” in 140 characters or less.

So, at this most basic level, you might see comments like, “Stuck in a traffic jam,” “Eating sushi for lunch,” “housecleaning sucks,” “kids at soccer practice,” “why did the chicken cross the road?,” yada, yada.  These kinds of comments are aimed at no one in particular. They just answer the question, “What are you doing?” Some of these comments can be boring or incredibly funny or disarming.

I have become friends with “tweeple” from all over the world. Well, some are mere acquaintances, but some, those that you engage in conversations with often, become actual friends. These are people you would take the time to see if you were in their hometown, maybe meet for a beer or a cup of coffee.  I talk to people in Australia, New Zealand, Germany, Lithuania, England, Ireland, Wales, Canada, and all over the U.S!  It’s fun to see how we are different and also how much we are alike. Some of the people I follow are writers, gardeners, cooks.   I enjoy our conversations, and also learn something new everyday!

So, if you want to twitter, go for it. But, after all the positive things I have just said about it, let me also warn you about its negatives.  First, twitter can be addicting. Once you start meeting people and having conversations, you discover how much fun it is and you spend more and more time twitting with them. And, while you are twitting, you are not doing other things. This addiction makes me think of a quote from John Lennon, “Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.” Modify it for twitter and it would be, “Life is what happens while you are busy twittering.”  

Second, all twitterers have to keep a vigilant lookout for spammers and phishers. These are people that follow you and then encourage you to follow them back solely to either sell you something or to direct you to a link that might ask for personal information or might download a virus.  Since twitter is a casual social experience, some tweeple may have a tendency to let their guards down and can sometimes get suckered into one of these scams. 

There are obvious things to look for when deciding to follow someone you don’t know yet. One is the twitterer’s profile. Does the profile include a picture and biography of that person? Does that twitterer have followers and how many? Does that twitterer engage in conversations with other twitterers (real people) or just send “sale messages,” i.e.,  “I got a free PC and it really works! Click here for details.”  There are some “bots’ (not real people, but rather computer generated robots) that aren’t so blatantly obvious. But typically, if after looking at a profile, you think it’s safe to follow someone you don’t know, then follow. Try to engage the person in conversation (‘bots’ cannot reply). And, don’t click on any links sent to you by this person until you are sure, it is indeed, a real person that is trusted by numerous other twitterers. Spammers and pshishers are not out to find quality relationships. They simply reach out to the masses, hoping to rope someone in. It will not take long for you to determine if another twitterer is worth following.

You don’t have to let what I just said scare you off, though. From a security standpoint using twitter is no different than using email. You handle your twitter account like you handle your email account. You don’t open emails from people you don’t know, right? And hopefully, you are extremely selective about what links to click on. It is the same with twitter.  

If you decide you want to try twitter, you must sign up for an account at http://www.twitter.com. You also have to start following people and engaging in conversations. Follow me at @cindyoyo! I’d love to twitter with you!

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A day of little things

I had the day off from my paying job on Monday. Brian was at his job and the house was fairly quiet.

So, this was my day of little things. I love this kind of day!

A day of little things is when you get to do all those things that are just too small to put on your to-do list.  It’s a day to start and finish those smallest of projects that you think about wanting to do from time to time, but never can seem to find the time in your normal daily routine. It’s a day, that your relaxed mind might think of some little thing that needs done and so, you go do it.

Do you know what I’m talking about? I call doing the little things  “putzying around.” This is not really an accurate term. I must have somehow modified putz’s (which means putter) many years ago and it stuck with me.

So, I putzyed my day away. I wrote a blog, hung the laundry on the clothesline, cleaned the grate on the barbecue grill, cleaned the outdoor oyster pot (dirty from the last oyster roast, which means I had to let it soak awhile), washed and filled the hummingbird feeders, began preparations on the kitchen garden, washed some clay gardening pots, twittered for a little while, and I don’t even know what else!

There are lots of terms people use to describe their putzying. One  more common term I hear is “puttering.” So, I asked around. 

My neighbor says he likes to fiddle fart! That’s funny! 

Another friend said she likes to piddle! (When I hear the word piddle, I don’t think of putzying around. I think of someone having a small peeing accident, as in, “Jane, that was so funny,I laughed so hard that I just piddled in my pants!”  But hey, if piddle is her word for putzying, who am I to judge!)

One of the guys I work with said he calls putzying “dicking around.” I dunno about that one! My first thought was of a man that puts his you-know-what where he should not!  But, okay, on second thought, I can make the connection from dicking around to “doing nothing important.” Either way, I don’t know any women that use the term, dicking around, for putzying.

If you had called me on the phone on Monday and said, “Hi! What are you up to?” or, “What’s up?” or “Whatcha doin’?” I would have answered, “Putzying around the house.”

If I had called you on one of your days of little things, what would you have said you were doing?

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Reflections of my life

Since Brian and I are both smokers, I buy our cigarettes by the carton at a convenience store/cigarette outlet that I pass on my way to work.

It’s a nice convenience store (as far as convenience stores go). Since it is located at the interstate, it carries lots of  South Carolina goodies and knick knacks for the yankee travelers, and of course, it’s a gas station, too, but I never buy my gas there.

I don’t know anything about the owners, but I’m guessing they are somewhere near my age because of the music aired in the store and blasted outside at the gas pumps – always a nice selection of oldies.

On Thursday, when I stopped there, the song I heard playing as I got out of my car was “Reflections of  My Life” by Marmalade.

I love this song, and although I don’t hear it often, when I do, I like to pause and just listen. So, after my purchase, I stood at my car door until the song was over.

Now, this must be a Murphy’s Law kinda thing, but have you ever noticed that usually when you hear a song that you can’t get out of your head, it’s a crappy one? It’s a song like “Ooooh That Smell, Can’t you smell that smell?
Ooooh that smell, The smell of death surrounds you” (Eww! -yeah, I had that one floating around one day for a few hours!) Or something else equally awful that you’d give anything to forget!

But, Reflections is nice.  I hummed and sang it for the rest of my trip to work. I whistled it while I worked. I looked up the song lyrics and found a performance on You Tube and read about the band on Wikipedia. I encouraged my brain to keep it with me. And, so I fell asleep with it on my mind and woke up this morning with it, too.

And, of course, I can now also share this one tidbit with you.  Reflections was co-written by Junior Campbell and Dean Ford in 1969.   (Ford was the Marmalade’s lead vocalist and had later fame with The Alan Parsons Project, fyi).

So, if you are interested, you can watch Marmalade perform this song on You Tube and keep it in your brain for a few days, too!  I’ve included the lyrics below the link.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=79NiN7ISW7E

REFLECTIONS OF MY LIFE
Marmalade

The changing of sunlight to moonlight
Reflections of my life, oh, how they fill my eyes
The greetings of people in trouble
Reflections of my life, oh, how they fill my mind

All my sorrows, sad tomorrows
Take me back to my own home
All my crying (all my crying), feel i’m dying, dying
Take me back to my own home (oh i’m going home)

(guitar solo)

I’m changing, arranging, I’m changing
I’m changing everything, ah, everything around me
The world is a bad place, a bad place
A terrible place to live, oh, but i don’t wanna die

All my sorrows, sad tomorrows
Take me back to my own home
All my crying (all my crying), feel i’m dying, dying
Take me back to my own home (oh i’m going home)

(fade)

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