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Thousands of characters everywhere and not a word to read!

As everybody on the internet is undoubtedly aware, last month Twitter, a platform of which I am rather fond, announced that they are considering expanding their strict 140 character limit to a whopping 10,000 characters.

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Although the powers that be at Twitter HQ were quick to defend this change as being in the best interest of the micro blogging site’s users, allowing them to communicate more effectively and with greater creativity, the rest of the world was pretty sure the proposed character expansion was a thinly veiled attempt to appease shareholders who have seen the value of their stock plummet in recent months as the number of active tweeters reportedly falls.

Sadly, for Twitter HQ, I suppose, their much maligned character adjustment had the exact opposite effect, spawning a heated backlash across the platform and prompting the value of their stock to fall even further. Despite this, it looks as though the change is still going to go ahead giving readers the option to see tweets in their original, concise form or “read on” by clicking a link to an expanded view. Whether this change proves to be positive or negative is yet to be seen and I don’t intend to jump upon the bandwagon of Twitter-bashing here. I do, however, want to address the proposed change as it relates rather powerfully to my use of the platform for the creation of 140-character works of micro fiction.

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I started writing Twitter stories in or around February 2010 (I can’t be sure of the year off the top of my head and I can’t be bothered to look back and check just now, but I’m reasonably sure it was about then) initially as an experiment – could I write a complete tale, convey a scene, a snippet of plot, character, or perhaps just an emotion with so few resources? It’s a challenge I blogged about here, and the answer is yes, sometimes. Writing one piece of 140-character micro flash every day means that my output is admittedly hit or miss, but in 2014 I did collect the best ones together into an illustrated ebook called Vestigial Tales which sold atrociously, but of which I am rather proud nonetheless.

The bottom line is that come what may, I won’t be expanding. I do write longer stories – often more that 10, 000 characters (gasp!) – but that’s not what Twitter is about for me and, as long as the platform exists, I’ll be sticking to my self-imposed, artificial limit. Is it frustrating? Sure, sometimes. But it’s also inspiring, and, occasionally, downright brilliant. Who can read Ernest Hemingway’s six word story For Sale, and not be struck by the sadness conveyed in so few syllabus:

“For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.”

Flash or micro fiction can be powerful to read and a lot of fun to write, and Twitter is, in my opinion, a wonderful platform for it. I’m not opposed to giving people the option to write more that 140 characters, although I do question the value of it; so long as Twitter leaves the original, shorter option in tact all is good by me.

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But will anybody read my Tweets? Surely that is the question prompted by the hashtag above, spawned a few weeks after the 10, 000 character fiasco in response to further rumored changes which would see the Twitter timeline approximating something like Facebook, displaying first the “most-popular” Tweets rather than the newer ones, relegating tweeters with few followers to the dark end of timeline obscurity.

Needless to say, the Twitterati did not respond favorably to yet another, shareholder oriented change to their platform and soon started declaring Twitter dead via its own trending hashtag system. So not exactly a great start to the year for CEO Jack Dorsey, eh?

Unlike the 10, 000 character shift, the popular-tweets-algorithm talk has been addressed by the Twitter high ups, who have assured users that their voices matter and that any changes which may manifest in future, rumored or otherwise, will be optional.

There will of course be people who opt in. Heck, perhaps it’ll even be a good thing and I’ll find myself signing up too, but one thing is for sure: should the algorithm be unleashed the act of tweeting will never be the same again. No longer will we (the general tweeting public) be assured that our tweets will be seen by our followers, or even our friends, and on a platform famous for democratizing the act of socializing via media, that strikes me as rather sad.

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So is twitter really dead? I don’t think so. Flash fiction aside, Twitter’s real strength lies, I believe, in its role as an information aggregator, a expansive list of curated links to all manner of content from all corners of the globe. Furthermore, a large part of the love, for me at least, is in the randomness of it all – retweets, likes, even paid-for promotions sending all sorts of links, stories, comments and creations into my timeline, exposing me to things outside of my normal scope, or even comfort zone.

That, in my mind is what makes Twitter greater than Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram, or just about any other social media platform out there. That is what Twitter stands to lose if it employs a probably very clever, even lucrative, but ultimately reductionist algorithm that renders everybody’s timeline an unsightly splattering of Trump and Kanye West.

No, for the time being Twitter is still alive but its survival is far from sure. Appreciating the capitalist mechanics of the economy, the fact that we all get to tweet for free and that Twitter somehow needs nonetheless to make money, I am not opposed to innovation, experimentation, and monetization, but it has to come on the same sort of wave of creativity that made Twitter so fresh and appealing in the first place. Although Twitter’s at-the-time much publicized role in sparking the Arab Spring movement across the Middle East is recently being challenged, even tarnished in the face of accusations of terror organizations using the platform to plan atrocities, spread hate, and even recruit, we must not loose faith in the internet’s intrinsic power to level the social playing field.

Twitter gives people a voice and it provides them with information. Some voices will be viscous, others never heard and not all of that information shared may be to everyone’s liking, but isn’t that the point of conversation? To expand one’s horizon and share experiences? Twitter gives the hope that each of us, no matter the number of followers, our “popularity”, will nonetheless get to sing.

They may take away our 140 character limit, but they will never take our FREEDOM!

Or maybe they’ll take that too. I just hope they don’t mess up a very good thing in the process.

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Lies, damned lies, and even more lies!

We’ve just returned from an exhausting trip to the Windy City and already we’re straight back into a mountain of positively mind-numbing paperwork.

Seeking distraction, I have returned to these fair blogging shores to write about a highly trivial issue that has been on my mind for months now.

Namely: lies.

More specifically, these sorts of lies:

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Honestly, what the hell is this all about?

Now as a general rule, I try to spend as little time as possible in grocery stores yet I still find myself wandering round inside one at least once a week, sometimes more often. Since coming to the States, I have not been able to enter such an establishment without being visually assaulted by a vast array of trashy magazines spouting an even more assaulting array of lies about, ridiculously enough, the British royal family.

‘Camilla’s vicious plot to grab the crown exposed!’ ‘Harry to wed in secret: exclusive pics!’ ‘Queen Liz to abdicate in favor of fav corgi!’

OK, I made the last one up, but you get the picture.

Americans being obsessed with the royals is of course an old cliche, but obsessed to the degree that magazines go ahead and make up lies about them?!

As I have mentioned before, I am a fairly new resident of the USA, and coming from Britain, I am no stranger to untrustworthy tabloids, but magazine like the Globe and the Enquirer take the biscuit. The first time I saw one of these headlines about Charles and Camilla getting a divorce, I immediately went home and checked the Guardian website. Not because I was particularly distraught at the though of their dissolved union but because I didn’t understand how the news could have passed me by. The answer was of course that it hadn’t because it was a lie.

Initially, I dismissed the story as a blip, a one-off attention grabbing headline, but week after week they just kept coming, more and more completely unsubstantiated lies. And they aren’t limited to the UK monarchy either – checkout that totally unfounded stinger about missing flight MH370 at the bottom of that pic above – the US head of state gets the same treatment too.

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People can’t really believe this… right?

Obama’s 12 women. Really? REALLY? How do the ‘journalists’ writing for these magazines get away with making up utter crap about public figures? Why does anybody buy these publications (and someone does – there are certainly enough of them), and do they honestly believe the things they read?

Perhaps it’s wish fulfillment – people want to believe their cultural and political leaders live lives ripped straight from daytime TV soap operas – could it be there is an element of schadenfreude at work here? Or maybe, much like those very soaps, it’s simple entertainment. Either way, it’s pretty awful, depressing stuff.

Then again, the headlines caught my eye and I’ve taken enough of an interest to photograph and write about them here. Maybe I’m just as bad the enquiring Globe reader.