I'll Miss (Some Of) It
I’ve enjoyed Twitter. I have followed some very interesting people and have appreciated what they have to contribute.
Some of them are whip smart. Essayist Nassim Nicholas Taleb is one. Historian Michael Beschloss is another. Investor Monish Pabrai is also someone from whom I’ve learned quite a bit.
It been largely possible to navigate around the Jerry Springer-esque aspects of the platform. “Largely” being the operative word.
Reading the news lately has left me feeling that the platform is something like a careening rocket (a pun-kinda, sorta) with a faulty directional system. Where is it headed?
The tipping point came over the weekend. I saw that Captain
Chesley Sullenberger dropped out. I remain in awe of his amazing emotional intelligence as demonstrated when he calmly ditched his disabled plane in the Hudson saving everyone aboard. I happened to be walking by a McDonald’s television screen that incredible day and watched spellbound as the passengers disembarked walking along the plane’s wing. Poignant memory.
Emotional intelligence. There is a dearth of it today. I look for it and am delighted when I see it. There is no shortage of its antithesis. You get my drift.
There’s a full realization that I’ll be less up to date on some current information. That’s ok. I’ll miss reading some of those bright folks.
I can't walk away just yet. I follow several bloggers from Kyiv Ukraine and find myself in awe of their spirit and determination to continue living as normally as possible while facing the threat of war landing in their laps at any moment. A surreal moment last week when a blogger was working remotely (at her real job) from a local gas station. The only location with power and an internet connection. She noted that another remote worker was there, teaching her law students via Skype. This is truly a historic period we are witnessing and we can't be deterred by the drivel we must wade through to get to the good stuff. Enjoy your posts, Dick.