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You have 42 new texts…

Early novice engaged twitter behaviour and networking giving way to background, lower level use.  Particularly noticed scale limits: 25 people is my ceiling.  Phone notifications off after quiet walk in the woods was disturbed by busy aviary like twitter from pocket.  I had 42 new texts in the space of 30 minutes.  That’s when continuous partial attention becomes proper attention and bugs me.  Still, I’m intrigued by the comms structure across different mediums and the affordances of those mediums – AIM can ping away at will but phone not good at background media [though obviously that is a huge generalisation and I’m ignoring context  etc. and should be whipped].  Twitter is one of the few instances where you can see how the narrative, fragmented and distributed such as it is, plays out differently across space and time and medium.   And in that sense actually ‘doing’ social media like twitter is far better than reading about it [and tends to be my recommendation to clients which kind of puts me out of further work]. 

However, that said I’m going back to read Dourish and ‘Where the Action Is’ and enjoying him far more this time around.  Had not given him credit for cutting through vast swathes of impenetrable social theory whilst remaining lucid and relevant and only occasionally disappearing up his derrière.  I’m particularly enjoying reading the book with reference to Wittgenstein’s "Language Games"; the construction of meaning through shared ‘interaction’, through ‘doing’ rather than a pure expression of some inner mental state. Of course when you take up using a new social media like twitter and the ‘rules’ take a while to play out, there’s a lot of negotiation and in many ways that’s the most fun ‘bit’.  The imperfection makes it perfect, at least for a while. 

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  1. one of the imperfections and new ‘rules’ I’m finding interesting on twitter are the overlapping friendship sets. As we talked about, there’s still an element of ‘performance ‘involved but it gets tricky when you’re conscious of different sorts of audiences.

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