Hey, today’s Tax Day. Woot. And I was going to write about the “tea parties” scheduled throughout the country, described by ABC News as “massive anti-tax and anti-spending demonstrations.” But, alas, writing about the tea parties would have taken me a 1,000 words or so, which is well beyond the limit of even long-form journalism these days. So I’ll defer to Michelle Malkin and others. Let the twittering, blogging and text messaging begin.
And I wonder how Twitter would have played out during the American Revolution. You know. During the inaugural Boston Tea Party (1773) and subsequently with events such as Paul Revere’s ride to alert his fellow countrymen, many of whom I expect grabbed a pitchfork in an attempt to register their unhappiness with the British. Cautionary note here for AIG execs and other Wizards of Wall Street currently living in New England.
And since I know we can’t teach much of American history in high school these days because of the limitations of standardized tests, here’s the backstory about Paul Revere as described by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:
Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend, “If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,–
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm.”
Ah, but consider the possibilities if Paul had Twitter on his cellphone:
@paulrevere No. 2. Go for it. #revolutionride
Wonder what we did before text messaging, Twitter, Facebook, blogs and so on? Social media have certainly changed the nature of communications — and relationships. I was thinking about this this morning while on the treadmill and after reading a story in USA Today, “The popularity of Twitter has some relationships in a twist.” Here’s from the story:
In the age of Twitter, it may be necessary to lay down some rules — such as, don’t let your personal gadgets interfere with your personal relationships.
Or to say it in Twitterese: Put down that phone! (Only 20 characters.)
For Donald Bond of Kingwood, Texas, the rule on a first date with a woman is clear: No Twitter twaddle. No cellphones, no iPod, no BlackBerry, no blinking device of any kind.
“When I take a woman out and her cellphone is glued to her hand, there is no second date,” says Bond, 46, who meets women through MySpace. “One woman was so obsessed with MySpace, she had to check it while with me at my home — and then proceeded to get into a virtual argument with her ex-husband.
“I escorted her to the door,” he says.
Bummer. But you get the idea.
And I’m as addicted to social media as most in my little echo chamber — but at least I can still keep the cellphone in my pants during dinner. Last week I was eating with a group and a cellphone went off. The lucky recipient of the call grabbed the phone and embarked on a lengthy and loud conversation. And clearly, my ruminations about the decline of the USA as a world power in concert with the adoption of baseball’s designated hitter rule went to the back burner. WTF.
Oh well. I did the only honorable thing. I sent the waiter a text message for another double Jameson.
OK. OK. I get it. It’s generational. And I would opine more here but I’m already about 200 words over the recommended limit for most blog posts.
And besides. I have to get to Twitter and find out from Michelle Malkin how the tea parties are going.