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Deu no Financial Times:

Twitter is benefiting from all that attention. Visitors to surged 131 per cent in March to 9.3m, suggesting that more than being just a fad, Twitter could in fact be going mainstream.”


Haverá esperança fora do Twitter?  E quem não couber em 140 caracteres, como fica?

Adiciono uma reflexão do Nick Carr (todos os grifos são meus):

Twitter is the telegraph system of Web 2.0. Like Morse’s machine, it limits messages to very brief strings of text. But whereas the telegraph imposed its limit through the market’s will – priced by the word, telegraph messages were too expensive to waste – Twitter imposes its limit through the iron law of code. Each message may include no more than 140 characters. As you type your message – your “tweet,” in Twitterese – in the Twitter messaging box, a counter lets you know how many characters you have left. (That last sentence wouldn’t quite have made the cut. It has 146 characters. Faulkner would have been a disaster as a Twitterer.)

Only on the length of each message is a limit imposed. Because there’s no charge to send a message and no protocol governing the frequency of posting, you can send as many tweets as you want. The telegraph required you to stop and ask yourself: Is this worth it? Twitter says: Everything’s worth it! (If you’re sending or receiving tweets on your cell phone, though, you best have an all-you-can eat messaging plan; Twitter is, among other things, a killer app for the wireless oligopoly.) You can also send each tweet to as large an audience as you want, and the recipients are free to read it via mobile phone, instant messaging, RSS, or web site. Twitter unbundles the blog, fragments the fragment. It broadcasts the text message, turns SMS into a mass medium.

And what exactly are we broadcasting? The minutiae of our lives. The moment-by-moment answer to what is, in Twitterland, the most important question in the world: What are you doing? Or, to save four characters: What you doing? Twitter is the telegraph of Narcissus. Not only are you the star of the show, but everything that happens to you, no matter how trifling, is a headline, a media event, a stop-the-presses bulletin. Quicksilver turns to amber.”

O resto, aqui.  Mas ressalto esta passagem:

Being online means being alone, and being in an online community means being alone together. The community is purely symbolic, a pixellated simulation conjured up by software to feed the modern self’s bottomless hunger. Hunger for what? For verification of its existence? No, not even that. For verification that it has a role to play.

“Deserto do Real” é pouco.


Porque diabos 140 caracteres, e não 150 ou 130?  Alguém sabe? (talvez este seja um bom lugar para começar a descobrir)


Esse Primeiro de Abril do Guardian foi ótimo _ inclusive a idéia de reescrever os arquivos da publicação em twitterês desde o seu início em 1821:

  • “1832 Reform Act gives voting rights to one in five adult males yay!!!”;
  • “OMG Hitler invades Poland, allies declare war see for more”;
  • “JFK assassin8d @ Dallas, def. heard second gunshot from grassy knoll WTF?”

E o discurso de Martin Luther King:

 “I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the colour of their skin but by“.