I must be one of the few people who doesn’t get Twitter, the SMS service that delivers short messages to either a mobile phone and/or over the web. According to the FT (sorry – paywall):
Warning against the temptation to reject Twitter as a flash in the pan, Mr Schwartz (CEO Sun Microsystems) added: “YouTube was funny until it was worth $1.65bn (£840m) to someone,” a reference to Google’s purchase of the company last year.
To my mind there’s a differrence. YouTube showcases some great material and often turns up with helpful gems. Twitter is something else. Why on earth would I want to send SMSs every time I ‘do’ something? How quickly might you get bored [if not already -:)] if I was to send messages something like:
Twinkle (cat 1) just pounced on Isabella (cat 2) which made Stella (dog) start barking insanely or Jude just made a great omelette or…heaven forbid: Dia’s got some great deals in the frozen fish section. As if anyone cares?
Yet the craze seems to have caught on like wildfire. According to Phil Wainewright:
Twitter is currently getting 70,000 messages posted to its site a day, and many of them are distributed to large numbers of subscribers
Hell’s teeth. That’s a lot of texting. But then James Governor tells an interesting anecdote:
At about 11:30 this morning I found out on Twitter that Shai Agassi had resigned from SAP, to spend more time with his sustainable energy…I found out through Twitter, through some of the sharpest minds in SAP’s dev ecosystem (Mat, Ed). Which is cool.
Hmm…the news broke in the Wall Street Journal at: 1.11pm according to email registered at my inbox around the same equivalent time as James. If I did not have access to my computer then Twitter would have been useful in that regard. But given there is a 140 character limit to Twitter messages, it’s not as though I could have done much useful with the message anyway.
Bottom line? I still don’t get Twitter except as a potentially expensive waste of time. Sorry people – I may enjoy writing about innovation, but I’m with Andrew Keen when he says:
This doesn’t excite me. When I want to tell someone what I’m doing, I either tell them in person, call them on the telephone or send them an email.
And if that makes me Luddite of the Day – OK.



