Twitter, Twittiando, Tweet
Inspired by a business story in USA Today, I logged into Twitter a few weeks ago.
My husband always has said that I have no unspoken thought, so this constant vomitation of the inane and ridiculous would be perfect for me. And, if it sells a few t-shirts, well there you go.
I felt, and still do in a way, like the wallflower at the dance. While some people have 15,000 followers, I struggled to figure out how to follow. I eventually found some friendly business people, mega-smart bloggers and friends to follow. The network expands as followers of followers become your followers and you theirs. It is a little like high school.
In blogging I attempt to be relevant, or at the very least, amusing. But on Twitter, simply making noise seems to be OK. I’ve attempted to hold back from the impulse to hablar too much mierda. Sometimes though you can’t help it. The thing asks you “What are you doing?” every time you log in. I always want to say: “Aqui, comiendo mierda, wasting time. Y tu?”
Here are some examples of things I didn’t post:
“My father just taught Maria the word Sacamoco.”
“I have lost control: Animal cracker under my kitchen table for three days.”
“Why exactly am I following Guy Kawasaki?”
I hate to admit it, but overall, I am enjoying the blasted Twittiando. I’ve met some cool people and reconnected with old friends. I think I am going to like it better when I do a little unfollowing though.
Twitter has its critics. And they’re mostly right.
But, if you’ve got a little start-up, are looking to expand your circle of influence, or looking for a quick way to stay connected with friends and meet new ones, Twitter has possibilities. Just make sure you know how to edit.
I am @LosPollitos by the way.








Lospollitos!!! How is it possible to hablar too much mierda? Coño, chica! Twitter is the perfect app for the jive-talking Cuban in all of us. :-)
Totally perfect for the Cubanitos con el mucho habla habla habla. I am happy to follow your Tweets all the way from here…
I can’t stop giggling about the animal cracker thing. I had one, okay, a couple, (growing moho) in my car that my little candela had stashed there. I too felt a bit sin control!
Mi cielito, pero como tu vas a estar hablando mierda cuando tienes un negocio. Thanks for popping by, much appreciated. The Little Englander character, as well as the Southerner are figures that will always exist, whetehr they will prevail or not is up to us. Stay tuned for the end of hte story, it has only three parts left (casi nada! :-), as my Abuela used to say, “primero se mata a un buey a pellizcos”)
Greetings from London.