I couldn’t care less about Twitter–or any social networking site for that matter–but I just spent an hour watching Twittervision. I found myself entranced by the plenitude of avatars stochastically zipping across thousands of virtual miles (virtual miles that of course signify real miles); the oblique series of text boxes seemed to reply to each other in a bizarre conversation made wholly of non sequiturs.
George Orwell was wrong and Alduous Huxley was right. We will gladly give up our privacy, and think it’s fun to do so. I’m not complaining. Maybe I’m complaining. No, I’m not complaining. I’m sure of that. But I’m not sure that I’m recommending that you check out Twittervision. It’s really, really addictive. It’s like the Videodrome signal, or the movie in Infinite Jest (the movie is named Infinite Jest). Or that new heroin with the fun name that the kids are into these days. I just don’t know. Clearly not good for mental health.