We found this old newspaper crammed in the wall of the kitchen, probably as insulation. It’s from 1936, which is interesting to see all the cigarette ads …   Also, it’s clear that today that dude wouldn’t be arrested unless he was black … :-(


  

So, I went to a conference this week.  Turned out to be a really great one, but the way to ask questions was to tweet them to a hashtag.  I didn’t have a Twitter account.  Wasn’t sure I wanted to.  But I did want to ask questions. I did (and still do) think that I’ve got enough internet in my life, between this blog, a derelict Facebook account, and LinkedIn.  I didn’t feel like I needed the Twitter.  And I’m generally opposed to the wholesale harvesting of my content by the T&C of these services (hence this blog).  But, I decided that the Twitter would be more of a professional exercise than a personal one, alongside LinkedIn, and that seemed reasonable.  There were not going to be any pics of my kids on Twitter (or Facebook for that matter), and nothing personal.  Of course, the internet being what it is, what you put out there is out there forever, but at least I’ll keep the personal stuff to the site that I own.  And so, on to tweetering.  Or whatever.