I try not to be one of those crotchety old guys, muttering about how much better things used to be. I almost never shout for the kids to get off the lawn and I never wear suspenders. I try hard to keep current on diverse newsworthy issues.
But lately, I’ve been reflecting on a book I wrote way back in 2009, when there were a mere six million users on my favorite social network.
I named it Twitterville because I wanted to connote a certain homey, small-town feel– a place where you met up with people you already know and through them people who shared your interests in business, sports, politics or whatever.
I described Twitterville as a cozy, neighborly, safe place place.
Was that only two years ago?
Now the place feels more to me like Twitteropolis, a noisy, unwieldy place.I still have lots of friends in Twitteropolis. I share interests, information and ideas every day, but often, Twitter feels more like Times Square than it
does a small town where neighbors might learn where to go and what to buy, by chatting over the backyard fence.
This is not all bad. When we have something to say, each of us has the ability to be heard far and wide. If we complain about a company, chances are someone there is monitoring what we have to say. As a writer, more of my research and new leads come from twitter than Google.
In fact, Twitter is more valuable to me today than it was when I wrote Twitterville. The success of the network today confirms predictions in my book of 2009. In the course of a week, I chat with people in more than a dozen countries about the ten or so topics that are dearest to me. Twitter is my global neighborhood and I meet so many people who are pretty much like me, except they dress and eat and talk very differently.
But something there is that doesn’t love the noise, the skyscrapers of Babel, the buzz meisters and conversational intruders, the deceivers, brand logo screamers, phishers, spammers and scammers that now crowd the streets of this little hamlet that has grown faster than any megalopolis on earth.
Sometimes, I see myself as a small town kid in cyberspace. I moved from a rural community to a big city to study and work. I found a great circle of friends, we go to places we enjoy together and our little circle of friends could only have been assembled in this big city.
But each of us has to watch out. While there is so much to see and do, there is so much worthless or damaging distraction. While my circle of friends is always open to new people with new information to add to our conversations, there seems to be an ever-growing number of those who intrude into these conversations for less altruistic reasons.
Twitterville has grown into Twitteropolis. Much has been gained and a little bit has been lost. The growth cannot and should not be stopped. The brilliant, unassuming founders have built something of astronomical value and the horde of cynical Twitter detractors have been made to shut up and sit down.
But I miss the folksiness and intimacy of Twitterville. I am told I am a public figure in this new place. As such I have to temper my tendency toward irreverence, I need to more polite and show less attitude.
So I find myself poking around new social networks. Most recently, that has been Quora, which has been gaining steam in recent weeks. To me Quora is a very useful site. Specific questions get answered, usually in a reasonably objective manner. I find myself speaking almost exclusively with people I already know.
Quora has stringent rules, intended to prevent the network from being tainted by aggressive marketers. Those rules work well, but they eliminate banter, irreverence, humor and digression. Quora is useful but for me it is not very social.
But those same rules prevent Quora from adopting a social.
So I will keep looking for a new small town. Maybe I and some of my friends will eventually relocate from Twitteropolis to NuNetVille. Then more will come and still more until it too becomes s a megalopolis.
Or maybe my view has become jaded, and I’ve become one of those crotchety old men.













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