
Time to write about Twitter, which has changed my life. Robert Scoble has written a sophisticated post about how he uses Twitter today, but he’s writing to people who already use it, and I’m writing to people who may never have heard of it. The image on the left is of Twitterific, the way I view Twitter when I am logged in as Earth911, giving out environmental tips for recycling and product stewardship. It’s in a space on my desktop (I have a Mac, so I have Spaces), and I look at it every few hours to answer people back, or to post something.
In Twhirl, another Twitter “client,” (which means it sits on my desktop and I don’t have to go to Twitter’s website to look at my tweets. Here I am logged in as @hardaway, which is the “real” me, if you think there’s any such thing as reality. But here’s where I follow the most people and spend the most time. Why do I do it?

Because Twitter has allowed me to meet and converse with people all over the world, without much of a commitment. The tweets come in as a stream, and if I see something engaging, I answer it. If not, I don’t.
Twitter allows me to share my knowledge. I’ve been on this planet 66 years, and I hope I have learned something. Every once in a while someone tweets “I’ve just been diagnosed with breast cancer,” and I can refer them to @susanreynolds, who is a breast cancer survivor with a blog, or to the women’s health portal called Empowher, which has a wealth of information. I can also offer my wisdom about movies, or hotels in Phoenix.
Twitter allows me to have fun. Some people on Twitter love dogs, and we have a commonality of interest. I look st their dog pictures, and they read my Buppy blog.
I can also participate in group games, like Color Wars, with people who have the spirit of play while they spend the day sitting at a computer.
I can help raise money for charity.
But most important, Twitter is a way to glimpse our common humanity: how people tweeting from Australia, or the Phillipines, or Beijing, or Paris are doing the same kinds of things I am, worrying about things, taking their kids to the bus, or brushing off insults after public performances. They may be reporters, cameramen, stay at home moms, cancer patients, political junkies — they are a piece of me, and I am a piece of them. Twitter makes manifest something I have believed for a long, long time. We are all interconnected. Only now we can see it.
