Public record
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bktheirregularI have a Twitter feed.
I don't link to it from here, because I sort of like to maintain a level of separation between online identities, if that makes any sense. Same reason I don't link my Facebook account to here; I kind of like to keep certain aspects of my life a little separate, if only because it saves having to figure out how to explain certain aspects of my activities to people who probably wouldn't understand. I don't much like the concept that everything you do should be an open book to everyone who knows you - it flies in the face of my concept of privacy, and my brother and I once had a drag-out argument over it - and besides, how the hell do I explain something like "The Scarab" to one of my Greek cousins-once-removed?
Where was I?
Oh yeah. The Twitter feed.
I'll occasionally jot down stuff I deem interesting or noteworthy, sometimes random brain sparks, sometimes current events. If people read the papers, they might have noticed that some noteworthy events took place around the corner from my office yesterday.
I tweeted about what I observed. I've done it before.
And suddenly it looks like some people may have noticed.
Someone from Kuwait.
Someone from Syria.
And all of a sudden, I get the horrifying sense that I may be tweeting for the public record - that someone in a badly oppressed hell-pit looking for inspiration may latch onto one of my brain fizzles - and I've got to be more careful about what I say.
It brings to mind, for some reason, the structure I would use back when I did volunteer ambulance duty and had to write up an after-action report. I was always very careful to separate out the report into three sections: what we heard (dispatch reports, reports from witnesses, documenting who said what), what we saw (our own observation of the patient and the scene), what we did (treatment actions and the like).
We had to be methodical about our call sheets, because they were patient records, legal documents, subject to subpoena and being read in as evidence in court if things went completely wahoonie-shaped.
And suddenly, my Twitter feed's becoming a bit more important than just the random mental meanderings of some dink with a bit of tech savvy.
Not that it deserves to be.
I don't link to it from here, because I sort of like to maintain a level of separation between online identities, if that makes any sense. Same reason I don't link my Facebook account to here; I kind of like to keep certain aspects of my life a little separate, if only because it saves having to figure out how to explain certain aspects of my activities to people who probably wouldn't understand. I don't much like the concept that everything you do should be an open book to everyone who knows you - it flies in the face of my concept of privacy, and my brother and I once had a drag-out argument over it - and besides, how the hell do I explain something like "The Scarab" to one of my Greek cousins-once-removed?
Where was I?
Oh yeah. The Twitter feed.
I'll occasionally jot down stuff I deem interesting or noteworthy, sometimes random brain sparks, sometimes current events. If people read the papers, they might have noticed that some noteworthy events took place around the corner from my office yesterday.
I tweeted about what I observed. I've done it before.
And suddenly it looks like some people may have noticed.
Someone from Kuwait.
Someone from Syria.
And all of a sudden, I get the horrifying sense that I may be tweeting for the public record - that someone in a badly oppressed hell-pit looking for inspiration may latch onto one of my brain fizzles - and I've got to be more careful about what I say.
It brings to mind, for some reason, the structure I would use back when I did volunteer ambulance duty and had to write up an after-action report. I was always very careful to separate out the report into three sections: what we heard (dispatch reports, reports from witnesses, documenting who said what), what we saw (our own observation of the patient and the scene), what we did (treatment actions and the like).
We had to be methodical about our call sheets, because they were patient records, legal documents, subject to subpoena and being read in as evidence in court if things went completely wahoonie-shaped.
And suddenly, my Twitter feed's becoming a bit more important than just the random mental meanderings of some dink with a bit of tech savvy.
Not that it deserves to be.
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Date: 2011-06-16 05:26 pm (UTC)