Emily is Twittering . . . until she gets distracted.

I’ve added a new link category to help you find me elsewhere on the web, including my Flickr photostream and Sugar, Sugar, the tumblelog I started tumbling (this is so embarrassing) while on vacation at the beach last month. It rained every morning, and if it didn’t rain in the morning, it rained in the afternoon. I had a lot of quiet time and I spent some of it adding a new layer to my mixed media web presence.

Using Tumblr is like pasting together a string book of newspaper clippings on a theme. In the 10th grade, my string book was themed: “Typos and Misprints.” It required more close-reading of the local papers than has probably ever been done by someone outside of the press offices. My tumbling theme is “For the sweet life.” I’m posting images, quotes, videos and links that I’m sweet on.

I’ve also linked to myself on Twitter. Can someone tell me why this tool isn’t called twittr? Because even if you appreciate that ‘e’ you know that neologically, it doesn’t belong there. There are days when I feel like my brain is on Twitter—thoughts come in a choppy stream of 140-character phrases. I don’t know if I’ll translate that to the web very well, but I’ll register for any site where I can customize my own page.

Twitter would be more fun if I were also a texter. I’m guessing that all the people from whom I’ve refused text messages are going to be mad when an online gadget is what finally sways me to subscribe to a texting plan.

Relax, I’m not going there yet.


Sarajo Frieden via ffffound.

This is what I’m listening to this week:
Circle by Paramore
The Sounds of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel
Out Loud by Dispatch
Save Tonight by Eagle Eye Cherry
Come Back Home by Lisa Loeb