Twitter: Something Old, Something New
I'm still a bit amazed at the growing dominance of Twitter, as it really seems a very limited tool in my obviously unimaginative mindset. That is, until I read this recent post by music artist Amanda Palmer, wherein she rants about how she made no money from her major label album this year, but was able to some serious fundraising in just days (hours, even) on Twitter. However, It wasn't the fundraising aspect of it that caused my epiphany, but her simple and early description of "the night it all started."
Now, you'll have to forgive me while I take the wayback machine here and provide a little autobiography. When people ask how my wife and I met, I usually say "on the computer," which for years was an oddity, made oh-so-less so with the increasing ubiquitousness of the Internet and social networks in general. But in the mid-1980s, when we both started college, having a computer wasn't the default for a freshman in college, and having a modem was even more unusual. For those of you born in the 1980s, a modem was this thingamajig that allowed you to use a normal phone line to call another computer--yes, pre-DSL/Broadband/wireless. And, in 1984, you could only connect two computers together using this method, so those of us who were "online" these days had to practice serial monogamy with our computers, and special software was available on your computer to endless redial that other computer if it was being monopolized by another user.
The big development at that time (and how J and I originally "met") was a new service in Austin called RoundTable, which allowed you to call a computer and be connected to eight (8!) other computers. Having nothing else to compare it to, it was called a "CB simulator" after the popular Citizen's Band radio fad of the 1970s that first brought the airwaves to the public masses. Once connected, whatever you typed could be seen by the other seven (or less) computers hooked up to the RoundTable, and a chat could take place that was, for the most part, entirely public.
One feature that RoundTable had that has been dropped by most subsequent chat systems was a cached backlog of messages that you could read once you had signed on. The purpose was so that you didn't have to enter the conversation in media res--instead, it was kind of like joining a party in which you could overhear snatches of the conversation as you walked up to the group. (There was a feature that allowed you to send a private message to only one of the other computers, but many of us disliked using it, as we felt it detracted from the "party" nature of the chat.)
Reading Palmer's blog about her spontaneous creation of "THE LOSERS OF FRIDAY NIGHT ON THEIR COMPUTERS" group on Twitter reminded me of those nights spent on the RoundTable, cracking jokes and puns, each of us trying to be wittier and smarter than the others, while sharing likes and dislikes and generally getting to know each other. People would log off and a new person could log in, read the backlog, and instantly be up-to-speed and in the conversation, just as Palmer mentions how those who joined in later were able to review the hashtag archive. And just as Palmer's instant creation blossomed into an opportunity for her to connect a little more directly with her fans, and them with each other, back in 1984 the cached backlog of RoundTable, on the night before the system went from its "free beta trial period before we start charging $6/hr," J suggested that those of us who had spent the last couple of weeks chatting with each other should actually get together in person at a pizza joint close to the UT campus. As each of us logged off to head over to Conan's Pizza, others logged in, read the backlog, and promptly logged off to also head that way. And thus is the story of how J and I met, along with another 10-or-so of our closest friends.
The difference between RoundTable and Twitter? R/T had eight (later expanded to 16 a year or so later) connections versus the endless mass of possible Twitter users. And it's all out there, public, for anyone to join in. (Need to send a private message? This anachronism called email is there--if you can get past your recipient's spam filter.)
Does this make me want to use Twitter? No, but it does help me to understand the appeal somewhat more.




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