Here I sat, minding my own business, doing a little blog housekeeping at my desk tonight, when "Plop!" something fell straight from the high sloping ceiling onto the steno pad braced between my left and right hands (which were poised over the keyboard).
Did I scream or run for Buck? Hell, no. I grabbed my nearby camera and took the son-of-a-gun's picture.
Yup. A rather impressive-looking wasp. He crawled around for awhile on a yellow sticky note with wildflower names on it, and then moved over to a printed page from one of my short-lived Twitter experiments back in April.
After relocating my visitor, I added those tweets to my lately-neglected microessay blog, False Dawn. There are ten tweets in one series and four in another. One is called Hotlanta 1978 and the other series is called Families. After that, the posts are older ones from False Dawn.
The ones in a series read oddly because they are entered tweet-wise, that is, stacked with the first one on the bottom.
Regular tweeting, that is, tweeting with either a purely commercial or purely social intent, is something I don't get, and believe me, I've tried. But using the micro form as a bouillion cube of words, now, thats intriguing. The best in the business at it that I know is poet, writer and editor, Dave Bonta. Dave's regular blog, of course, is Via Negativa, which is the mother ship for a whole fleet of literary sleight-of-mind works.
Dave's microblog is The Morning Porch, which he describes as "an exercise in paying close attention to language and to the world around me." When you visit The Morning Porch, be sure to click on the "about" page for Dave's own description of what he is about there.