My ancestors left Mexico and came to America to make a better life for themselves. One day, I hope to leave Twitter and to do the same.
I have been tweeting a good deal. (Because of my schedule I tend to tweet and walk, which so far has not gotten me into any accidents.) I’ve found that Twitter feeds my ego and starves it at the same time. I love how Vince can articulate the moral ambiguities of this Matrix-like world in a hundred and forty.
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Sent from my iPhone much worse! Where’s the hope. In that ?
The next day I was at a cafe, and the cute young people at the table next to me were wondering who made the latest “Star Trek” movie. They knew it was the man responsible for “Firefly.” So the tall one picked up her iPhone, held it close to her mouth, and said, “Who made ‘Firefly’?” There was a split-second’s pause, and then the phone said, “Joss Whedon.”
I fear for us.
But the digital world also brings dysphoria—a low-level but constant heartbreak that is one of its most controversial side effects. I used to try to ignore the blue mood that haunts much of the writing about the Web. . . . And yet it’s still here, the persistent sense of loss. Read more
Someone just showed me an iPad, and he showed it to me, and he said: “Fran, you could get this. Look how easy this is.” I thought, this is much easier. I’m going to wait until it really works because at the point when it really works, it’s going to be a pad of paper. As soon as it becomes a yellow legal pad, I’m set.