Tweetdeck just sends me over the edge. All those rows of talking little heads, stacked in dark buildings, talking to no one, looking at no one. It’s Babel. It’s Bedlam. I recoil. Are you a Tweetdeck user? I marvel at your capacity. You have the ability to partition cacophony while following thousands. You slide your little black towers left and right, peeking into windows. Somehow, you find cadence. I decided long ago to make my Twitter feed ‘natural,’ I prefer my Twitter to be a room full of people. Not a crowd, but a few I could follow. I track only 80 ‘tweeple’ now. Any more and I can’t ‘see’ what’s going on. I can’t follow a conversation for the uproar.
And I choose to constrain my Twitter sessions to my iPhone. Being in the moment — responding and recording — means being mobile. My Twitter stream flows across my palm. The little handset throttles the stream, too.