One would think that someone as twitful as my husband would love an organization like Twitter. I mean, it has his nature in the name. But no. Scott will never twit me on Twitter. And I have to say, my viewpoint isn’t so very different from his.

For him, there’s just no reason to type something you could as easily say.

I want to like Twitter. But for me, the problem is that I could not just as easily speak my tweets. Tweeting is, for me, the ultimate act of self-censorship. To contain myself to 140 characters, I must slice an idea down to its barest grains, and then break it again, until scant fragments remain.… Read the rest