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Blog v FB v Twitter
Jun. 11th, 2010 06:14 pmThere's been chat that Facebook and Twitter will be the death of blogs, but I think that it's more a case that blogs will move further towards what they have tended to be for me anyway for the past couple of years -- longer posts. Facebook gets the shorter ones and Twitter gets the very short ones.
I've managed to link Twitter to Facebook via SMS and via email, I think. My posts on this blog already show up on Facebook authomatically, so everything interlinks quite reasonably.
Which might come in useful for the following week, as I am off to Rome. The ease of global communication has improved (for me), a great deal in even the past three years. Probably the early adopters were ahead of me, but I've always been suspicious of early adopters -- too much of a thing for its own sake, rather than for what it can do.
The weather forecast for Rome is frighteningly good. Literally so, in my case, as termperatures on a par with Las Vegas (max of 30 to 31 celsius every day with scattered thunderstorms predicted for just one day) is a little bit hotter than I had hoped for. A hat looks mandatory, jumpers unnecessary.
I hate shopping and I hate clothes shopping (hence my bursts of it in GAP), so that the acquisitive joy of the holiday some people get from buying stuff even before the holiday starts is totally lost on me, but I am wondering whether I ought to gamble on the sandals and linen trousers/knee-length shorts. I feel that I look ridiculous when dressed like this (I'll be fair -- I think that other people look ridiculous when dressed like this as well) but I don't really fancy overheating.
It's a difficult problem to resolve. Comfort, or looking like a dick?
It's the early flight again, but I've got the 3am alarm call and night bus to London Bridge cracked now. A longer flight to Rome than to Nice, but I should still be there by 10.35am local time. Taxi driver already arranged to meet me with sign saying "Birks". And, with the Italian reputation for efficiency, I can't imagine anything going wrong.
I've rented a small apartment -- perhaps a bit too small. We shall see. But it does have a balcony and, theoretically, an accessible roof terrace. There's a gazillion things to see in Rome, so I hope that I can overcome the heat.
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I've managed to link Twitter to Facebook via SMS and via email, I think. My posts on this blog already show up on Facebook authomatically, so everything interlinks quite reasonably.
Which might come in useful for the following week, as I am off to Rome. The ease of global communication has improved (for me), a great deal in even the past three years. Probably the early adopters were ahead of me, but I've always been suspicious of early adopters -- too much of a thing for its own sake, rather than for what it can do.
The weather forecast for Rome is frighteningly good. Literally so, in my case, as termperatures on a par with Las Vegas (max of 30 to 31 celsius every day with scattered thunderstorms predicted for just one day) is a little bit hotter than I had hoped for. A hat looks mandatory, jumpers unnecessary.
I hate shopping and I hate clothes shopping (hence my bursts of it in GAP), so that the acquisitive joy of the holiday some people get from buying stuff even before the holiday starts is totally lost on me, but I am wondering whether I ought to gamble on the sandals and linen trousers/knee-length shorts. I feel that I look ridiculous when dressed like this (I'll be fair -- I think that other people look ridiculous when dressed like this as well) but I don't really fancy overheating.
It's a difficult problem to resolve. Comfort, or looking like a dick?
It's the early flight again, but I've got the 3am alarm call and night bus to London Bridge cracked now. A longer flight to Rome than to Nice, but I should still be there by 10.35am local time. Taxi driver already arranged to meet me with sign saying "Birks". And, with the Italian reputation for efficiency, I can't imagine anything going wrong.
I've rented a small apartment -- perhaps a bit too small. We shall see. But it does have a balcony and, theoretically, an accessible roof terrace. There's a gazillion things to see in Rome, so I hope that I can overcome the heat.
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