I have never had any desire to open a Twitter account. 24 hour rolling news on the tellybox is too much for me, plus I struggle with a bon mot in less than so many characters. Is it 140 or something? I’m not witty enough to deliver a clever, perfectly placed joke and I am slow to react to news. I like to mull things over for a bit, listen to pros and cons, do a little research, before declaring a definitive opinion that will be transmitted across the ether for ever. I’m far better off enduring long nights of the soul, black thoughts disturbing my sleep, than incontinently using my thumbs, only for the cold, hard morning light to shine on my gibberish. I am not made for Twitter and Twitter isn’t made for me.
However. For the first time, I feel I’m missing out. My hero, Kanye West, is writing a book of philosophy live on Twitter as we speak. In real time. The man who brought us the second best album of the century is expressing his deepest thoughts on the meaning of life, the secrets of success, the constant quest for independent thought and, for all » Continue Reading.