There was an article I read today in the Financial Post discussing how a study was done and 60% of Twitter users abandon the site within one month of joining the social networking site. One blogger noted, fairly, the study did not draw a comparison with sites like Myspace and Facebook.
However, I've always found Twitter to be useless. I, like many, don't use a cell phone for Internet purposes, and I don't use text-messaging as frequently as some. Sending short messages telling people "what are you doing?" can easily be accomplished on sites like Myspace and Facebook, which have more networking features than updates of what I'm doing. This makes Twitter absolutely pointless and useless to me from a home computer. Then again, I never understood why Myspace stayed bigger than Facebook for so long. I fell in love with Facebook's more streamlined, easy-to-use format with a lot less graphic-overload. Now and then I do admit to logging into Myspace for the original reason I ever joined in the first place, to discover new music. This is something Facebook hasn't outdone.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Hourglass
I can’t tell the difference
between the top or bottom,
the beginning or finish
of the hourglass.
I was born with little depth perception.
The bottom of the slide never seems to come.
Or perhaps I’m just walking a giant magnetic hill,
with its peak too far down.
A doctor prescribed pink-tinted glasses,
thinking they’d help me see better.
I don’t like what’s coming, though I still don't see it.
A 12 or 18-wheeler?
It’s not going to make a difference when it runs you down.
That photo in the local tabloid
of the man burned and bloodied.
I didn’t recognize
the name,
yet I still shuddered.
I can’t see where I’m going
but the feeling of my stomach dropping is not comforting.
I can’t see the top or bottom of the hourglass,
But know one way or another,
sand is falling.
I did receive some really bad news today, on a personal note, which I may or may not choose to post here until after the news is made official.
between the top or bottom,
the beginning or finish
of the hourglass.
I was born with little depth perception.
The bottom of the slide never seems to come.
Or perhaps I’m just walking a giant magnetic hill,
with its peak too far down.
A doctor prescribed pink-tinted glasses,
thinking they’d help me see better.
I don’t like what’s coming, though I still don't see it.
A 12 or 18-wheeler?
It’s not going to make a difference when it runs you down.
That photo in the local tabloid
of the man burned and bloodied.
I didn’t recognize
the name,
yet I still shuddered.
I can’t see where I’m going
but the feeling of my stomach dropping is not comforting.
I can’t see the top or bottom of the hourglass,
But know one way or another,
sand is falling.
I did receive some really bad news today, on a personal note, which I may or may not choose to post here until after the news is made official.