What were we doing tomorrow? Next year? The life I had in the 15th century wasn’t satisfying enough, I needed to head to 2015. When will I find you drinking a sherry by an open fire? Must be 1958. But I have to say I will only learn to appreciate good wine in 3042. What will the dirt taste like then? You’ll have to ask the worm where the books have been left. I am, right now, not doing much of anything at all, that is, besides wondering whether it will be possible to see the way through the layers of Twitter-texts and Guardian responses to find this block, to recognize that what I will write in the next hour is not written in 1863 or 4668. I needed a drink (for some peculiar reason) and you from 1658 informed me that this life was only ghosting the surface. I wondered what it meant to be hot and bothered under the collar when I arrived from 630bc in the steamy office of Mr Peters in 1976. Those were the days when I might have glimpsed Sputnik in a dream but my alter-ego certainly had been examining the pasts through her time-transporter, debating the worthiness of stepping onto the moon now that the moon had collapsed in on itself or was that another lost angle of a solar system? Yes, might be 6 billion years from now, but if now is X and X is a variable still in motion when now is nearing the truth of me, who am I? That is I suppose the tag line in Hesiod’s twitter feed. Now, if only I can locate the stone slate on which I kept that scratched up botched excuse for a namesake.
On the seventh birthday of the earliest version of Twitter we’ve been taking a look at our coverage of the platform as it started to emerge. The earliest article we can find which mentions Twitter is on a Comment is Free piece on 28 November 2006 by Michael Kinsley where he writes amusingly:
For the ultimate in solipsism, check out twitter.com, a site where you can answer the question, “What are you doing?” At 7:47 am on Monday, for example, Lynda was going to get a glass of cold water. This raises more questions. Did she get it? Was it cold enough? Tragically, we won’t know until someone starts a site about what you were doing before what you’re doing now. Or a site about what you are going to do after you finish what you’re doing now. There could be multiple options. People could vote. Someone call Google. We’re rich!
The rapid-fire model may be superseded when internet access become ubiquitous, but right now Twitterers have found that a quick text message does the trick for them. It’s even been the medium of choice for some breaking news announcements.