Why did I sign up?
Many years ago I signed up for Twitter and wrote some messages. My publisher at the time ( Tine Kjær ) recommended this to me. As part of the marketing of my books. I do not know what caused it, but I had enough after a few messages. I think it was the form, the shortness, the lack of possibility of formulating. It all became too small for me. I always need to elaborate. And even though I write elsewhere on this site about the need to express oneself briefly (in short, Twitter became frustrating for me. And I stopped using it. (Even though I’m still there
Follow Brad Pitt or Jim Jefferies?
But I keep on getting messages from Twitter in my mailbox, where they attach examples of people I should follow or read. It’s the King, the Prime Minister, advertising people, writers, Brad Pitt (?), Jim Jefferies (I understand that better), did I mention Brad Pitt? As I receive these in a long, blissful series of emails, I read several briefly before I archive (litter) them. Some of them are good, some are well-meaning, others are satirical, (and succeed) and some are ironic (and fail) – again
The valve for frustrations
… Others are jealous, some are angry, disappointed, bitter…
That is, the whole range of human emotions.
I see this especially well when it is linked to media-covered events.
Twitter becomes a kind of valve for our frustration or joy over something that concerns us.
But when I am reading these messages, it strikes me that they are really a kind of shout, to look over here, look at me, I am here.
(Probably a bit like the fact that I have my own blog where I do exactly the same thing;)
What is a lifetime, really?
Twenty good years? A good friend of mine once said while walking in the mountains of Gran Canaria.“Knut, we have twenty good years left. Use
How to protect yourself from your PTSD, when the world is on fire
(It is war. And it is mine. ) The headlines that meet me today are about the war in Ukraine. Alarms going off, people fleeing,
The thin film of civilization
The thin film of civilization This picture are taken on Lesvos. Her husband and baby drowned on the way over from Turkey. This is a