I Don’t Do Twitter

img_0928I don’t do Twitter. The closest to writing a tweet is once a week when Kat Myrman posts her Twittering Tales prompt. She shows us a picture and asks us to post about that picture using 280 or fewer characters. Not words, characters.

And you know what? It’s damn hard to articulately express intelligent, meaningful, and coherent thoughts in just 280 characters, including spaces and punctuation. It takes a lot of patience.

And speaking about patience, please be patient with me if you are a Twitter fan. I don’t have a Twitter account. So you may want to take my observations about Twitter and its users with a grain of salt. My opinions are based upon what I’ve read and heard about what others have tweeted, and the most likely reason I’ve read or heard about such tweets is because they’re so outrageous.

And that brings me to my impression that people tend to post the dumbest, most incoherent, and nastiest comments on Twitter. No offense to those of you who love Twitter. No doubt you are the exceptions and your tweets are intelligent, coherent, and articulate.

Still, how many times have you read or heard about a tweet from Donald Trump (the tweeter-in-chief) that causes you to do a facepalm? Or to just shake your head in disbelief?

And it’s not just Trump. So many people — from members of his administration to other politicians to movie stars and TV personalities — have tweeted such stupid, thoughtless, nasty, and/or incoherent tweets that they end up having to apologize, delete their stupid tweets, or walk them back. It’s a medium tailor made for people to post stupid things.

Because, it seems to me, many Twitter users tweet first and think later. For some reason, they feel that time is of the essence and it’s more important to get it out fast than to take their time to write something intelligent, articulate, and thoughtful. If that’s even possible in 280 characters.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not suggesting that all Twitter users are stupid, mean-spirited, and thoughtless. But Twitter does seem to attract many who are.

Maybe I’m wrong. If you are someone who uses Twitter, maybe you can help me understand why Twitter even exists. What need does it serve?

Anyway, this is why I don’t do Twitter.

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “patience.”

Corporate Pep Talk

357B9AC6-B311-4610-B6CC-9A56F1778FE0All right, team. It’s time to get down to business. In full transparency, we are at a critical juncture and we need to do some big-time brainstorming and outside-the-box thinking. It’s time to take things to the next level and begin solutioning. We need to closely examine our corporate values and core competencies.

To that end, we are going to empower each of you to get out of your swim lanes, ladies and gentlemen. This is the only way we’re going to be able to move the needle.

We must get buy-in from all you that you will give 110 percent toward achieving our critical goals. We need to be out there on the bleeding edge, opening up our kimonos, and using our best practices to ideate scalable solutions.

Yes, our very survival in this dog-eat-dog ecosystem requires us to get all of our ducks in a row. We need to drill down and reach out in order to achieve the greatest leverage possible. It’s time for a real paradigm shift. We have to be data-driven because this is where the rubber hits the road. The net net is that we need to come up with the next big thing.

So you need to wrap your heads around coming up with our next-gen product offerings. I need each of you to step up to the plate, to be proactive, and to come up with some strong, customer-focused ideas that we can allow to incubate.

I want you to blue sky this without trying to boil the ocean. Remember, at the end of the day, it’s all about synergy.

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “incubate.”

What Ever Happened To Dungarees?

07F437D8-8C94-42A8-88A6-A5F0357806BEI walked into a department store a few days ago and asked the sales clerk if she could direct me to the department that sold dungarees. A wrinkle appeared on her forehead and she said, “Dungar what?”

Okay, that didn’t really happen. I wrote that as an excuse to use the word “wrinkle” for today’s one-word prompt.

But seriously, folks, are you familiar with dungarees? No, it’s not the native language of the people who live in the country of Dungar.

When I was a kid I wore blue jeans at home (we weren’t allowed to wear jeans at school), and when the knees in the jeans became threadbare, my mom would always say, “Time to get you a new pair of dungarees.”

Back then, dungarees referred to pants and overalls. The word is a relic of the British colonial presence in India. “Dungri” is the name of a particular type of thick, durable cotton cloth exported from India to England in the 18th century. It was originally used to make sails and tents. Eventually “dungri” cloth was used to make work clothes. Somewhere along the way, an extra syllable was added to its name, and became “dungarees.”

These days, dungarees is simply an antiquated term for what we call “jeans,” casual trousers made of denim, most often blue in color.

The term “jeans” is allegedly an altered form of the name “Genoa,” the Italian city that was once an important source of the cloth. Similarly, “denim” is a mutation of “serge de Nimes,” referring to Nimes, France, also an early source of the fabric.

The more you know….C473F332-E1A5-43BB-9744-A13BF9B5FC51

#writephoto — A Little Bit Caveman

0217E687-0803-4C9B-98A3-1B3660FC6068Benny was just trying to cope with being homeless, which was, at the time, a new thing for him. How could he have known not to provoke the head of the unspoken, informal hierarchy of homelessness when he didn’t know any such hierarchy existed.

But he should have understood that, like with everything in the world, there was a pecking order, even to life in the streets. So when he quite inadvertently poked the nest of the top dog at the makeshift tent city near the docks, he found himself shunned, even by those who, like him, were down and out.

If you go after the alpha male, you’d better win, Benny learned. Because if you lose, you’re either dead or banished. And to Benny, it was better to be banished than dead. So he grabbed the sleeping bag he’d ripped off from a Target store, along with his few other possessions, and left the city.

Benny considered himself fortunate to have stumbled across this isolated place far from the beaten path. The small, natural cave was a tight squeeze, but it kept the cold, the wind, and the rain off of him.

Definitely crude, it lacked any creature comforts. But Benny had gotten used to living without creature comforts ever since he joined the ranks of the homeless. Besides, he liked the idea of being a little bit caveman.

This is a twofer, Written for both today’s one-word prompt, “provoke,” and for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Photo credit: Sue Vincent.

The Sounds of the City

61B143F3-94F2-4B6D-A450-747572FC3D4BMy wife and I are seriously considering moving out of the city. It’s not that we don’t love living in the heart of a big, bustling city. We do.

But it’s noisy.

There is a city bus that drives by our house dozens of times a day. We live a half block from a police station. There’s a hospital two blocks away. Our local streets are continually under repair and there’s lots of construction all around us.

We hear car horns honking, brakes squealing, engines roaring, and people partying on the streets at all hours.

We hear planes overhead flying to and from the local airport and the ohhhhh-wahhhhh sounds of foghorns in the bay.

We have grown somewhat tired of the noise and are thinking about selling our urban dwelling and moving into a cabin in the mountains, a bungalow by the ocean, or a cottage by a lake.

Someplace quiet. Someplace peaceful. Maybe even someplace off-grid.

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “noise.” Image credit: Brian Timmer at briantimmerart.com.