So if you’re one of those strange, strange folks who happens to be a Twitter addict (as I am), you will understand the appeal of a “Tweetup.” That’s when you gather with the folks that you spend your day chatting with on Twitter and finally meet them IRL (in real life). Is it as pathetic as it sounds? Probably.
Well, those evil Twitter folks finally convinced me to try this scary social media networking deal. So slow down on your drunk Tweeting and bring your thumbs to Fergie’s Pub tonight. Is it also going to be the best Friday night ever? Probably, yes. And the fact that it coincides with the final show of The Dill Pickles can’t hurt either. So if you ever wanted to try your hand at stalking meeting Philly’s most prolific Twitterers, now’s a good time. We promise we won’t bite. A lot.
UPDATE: Photos from the event via Phillybits.
Mr. Jones on fashion and fundraising for a good cause…
Phillygrrl asked me to be the fashion guy on the site and I have a strange weakness for theme tees, but this one has a legitimate purpose. Then check out the press release below and buy some tickets. Really, support a local institution….
When New Jersey native Drew Olanoff was diagnosed with Stage 3 Hodgkin’s Lymphoma on May 9, he decided to blame his cancer for everything. Losing his keys, misplacing his wallet – any annoyance, obstacle, or tragedy in his life became an opportunity to beat up on cancer. He offered Twitter users the ability to do the same. Tweet using the tag #blamedrewscancer, and blame Drew’s cancer for it – whatever it is.
Since May, over 11,000 unique Twitter users have blamed Drew’s cancer, while Twitter-fueled events have raised over $10,000 for cancer-related charities. Continue reading
So naturally when I asked frequent commenter and friend, djwild11 when he was going to start blogging, he wrote the following…
Did you happen to read what Kid Rock had to say about twitter?
“…If one more person asks me if I have a Twitter, I’m going to tell them, ‘Twitter this [bleep], mother[bleep]er. I don’t have anything to say, and what I have to say is not that relevant. Anything that is relevant, I’m going to bottle it up and then squeeze it onto a record somewhere.”
And the relevance of this is, you ask…..? Well I sort of put twittering and blogging and skyping and texting, in the same general clump and increasingly, I’m wondering about the mental health indications of this head-long rush to self absorption to which we all seem to be surrendering. Ya know, it’s the “LOOK AT ME, LISTEN TO ME, ME, ME…” syndrome.
Maybe I should write a blog on the subject.
So I came across Twitter pal Bear Cherian’s blog this week. Through his blog, I discovered a whole world of South Indian Twitterers/bloggers. Good to know. I’ve been intensely curious about South Indian culture ever since I joined a new church last April. Plus, it turned out my church almost booked Bear’s band a couple months ago. Small world. Anyway, so on his blog , Bear asks an interesting question: “What are you wearing…?”
He writes, “This is just a “poll” of sorts to get some perspective on your views. It’s for something I’m working on, which I hope to let you all see/read soon.”The jist of his poll is this: Do you wear jeans to church? I wanted to comment, but my thoughts were too scattered. This topic is too fresh, too close-to-home. It warrants a rant.
Here goes: Continue reading