Twitter, the new Frontier.

Eggbeater's been gathering a bit of floury dust lately.
It's because Twitter has invaded my life.
Twitter. Just a few words, a sentence or two, short & sweet
or bitter and succinct, ironic or silly, both and neither
fantastic and flirtatious
dope and phat and fly and foxy and sexy and bomb and
narcissistic and generous
haiku and iambic pentameter
professional   practical   networking   advertising
ferocious and shoulder-shrugging
maddening and meandering
jabbering and stream-of-consciousness
educational and voyeuristic
famous   trendy   haughty  conceited   sophomoric
spontaneous and stupid
absolutely, hands-down, definitively, no-doubt-about-it
crazy.

Twitter.

A medium that's exploded, imploded, vomited, fermented, and taken off like wild fire on crazy string.

Why?
Why another thing?
Why does Facebook look like Twitter now?
And who the hell cares, or wants to know, or wants to share or cares to listen
to all your bleeps and woots and tweets and blobs and blurbs and shit?

Well.
Millions of people.
Not that you should join.
Or pay attention. Or log on. Or add to your never ending to-do, to-understand list.

But---
it's where
after 12 - 14 hour shifts, and 70 hour weeks and tired arms and hands and fingers and shoulders and neck and back
I go for a quick fix. A bite of espresso, a drink of food, a catch-up, a flirt, a question or answering/sharing moment.

Twitter is how I keep in touch with chefs and friends and lovers and mentors and heroes and heroines and glitterati and people I've never met and people I've known for ages and family and newspapers and my president and people who randomly lead me to delicious and educational places I don't have time to find on my own.

And if Twitter disappeared tomorrow
we might all have a little bit more time to read books or sleep or walk dogs or swim in oceans or be IRL, as they say.

So Twitter isn't necessary.

But it is pretty nifty.

And if on days where you might be wondering what recipe I'm testing or what job I'm moving to next or where in London is my new favourite place to eat or shop or skulk or photograph
or if you just want to have a little tweetdance yourself
shhhh, no one's watching, no one has to know ~

come aboard. Take a whirl, or a twirl. Or not.

And eggbeater? Something tells me big changes are on the horizon for shuna fish lydon and her marauding alchemist pastry goings on... but it's too soon to speak of.

Let's just say that I look forward to transforming bad news into new challenges = growth experiences. I'll just say, tweet

'every day in the kitchen is one car of many on one long roller coaster ride.'
'is the kitchen's call a siren's song?'

'I'm starting to think years are just broken up into patterns disguised as coincidences.'

''when you're displaced, you have to find home in yourself.' azo

See, talk, tweet with you soon?

Comments

[Sean]

As a fellow Twitter addict, I have to agree. Though I sort of miss having an attention span that's more than 140 characters strong

[lindsey]

Things sound ominous, though that's usually another word for a challenge. Hope things are well with you.

[Anastasia]

I enjoyed your twitter and the words of Greek origin - iambic pentameter! This said I've forgotten most of my ancient Greek. And yes ...I am a wreckless cook (!). Hopefully your blog will help me improve my...culinary skills.

[Jean]

Now you've got me hooked on twitter. Can't decide whether to laugh or cry.