A while back, I decided (and I quote):
I don’t have a Twitter account, and I probably never will
As you can see on the right side of the page, I changed my mind on that one. What happened? Well, Emerson, after all. And flattery will get you everywhere. And I’ve been doing so much following on Twitter that my own account became a matter of efficiency.
But mostly, I became curious as to what a Twitter version of me would look like. I have a blog persona, a critic persona, a composer persona, a book-author persona—sure, they’re all kind of like me, but they’re also not really me (or they’re only distilled portions of me) in a way that I find kind of fascinating. So I wondered what part of my personality would come to the fore when forced into a 140-character suit.
(Though I still think that tweeting during concerts is a bad, bad idea.)