Even in the Quietest Moments


I can now Tweet up to 280 characters. I don’t intend to do that with the majority of my output, and here’s why.

Watching the annoyance and frustration last night as the feature rolled out in parts of my social sphere and not others, it was almost funny to think that this change was, for so many, being considered as some badge of honour. The sole reason this change has been instigated is to help advertisers use space to sell more shit and make Twitter more money. This isn’t some great championing for more speech and understanding we’re talking about. For someone like me, it is a curse as well as a blessing. The biggest upshot is, undoubtedly, that people will just stop reading.


The major winner for me will be poetry and short stories: I can now create longer works to post… but as some people mute the stuff I posted in 140 characters, to begin with, length will simply make those posts less appealing and not more. That means I’ll need to work harder on visuals and clever use of space in posts, that it isn’t about filling every character and ‘optimising’ the output. Undoubtedly the format can be finagled, but to do so requires a willing audience, and watching the annoyance last night as people simply posted 280 characters of ANYTHING to see if they had the new limit…


Just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should has become the phrase that really matters. 280 characters in a Twitter fight are just as useless as 140 if you’re unable to make the point without resorting to abuse and anger. Proving a point succinctly and well, without ambiguity is still something many people could do with learning. Word economy is useful: more significant still is an understanding of when a word dump is appropriate. That’s something I’m still learning after 51 years.

The moral of yesterday’s rollout is that sometimes, being first is all that matters to many. That stuff about the other person’s social media feed always being more interesting is all in the eye of the beholder, you know. I’m not special, you’re not lacking, it’s just tech, and what will matter more long-term are the people who use the system to their advantage by embracing the positives and eliminating the negatives. No, I’m not going to be clever with the format until I am TOTALLY confident it can be pulled off successfully.

Time to watch other people and learn.

The Last Film


I’d largely given up until today trying to understand what my body has been doing in terms of weight loss and gain: with at one point a six pound variance over a three day period, it is apparent that the way in which food is now processed and stored in my body has altered, plus there appears to be a remarkable amount of fluid retention. This of course could be all manner of things, which the menopause is not going to make any better. I have taken a waist measurement this morning, and once I picked myself up off the floor it is apparent that there’s a lot of bulk in the waist area that did not exist before. It appears to be a mixture of fat and fluid, so having spoken to my PT, I’m making the decision to try a full sugar detox beginning immediately.

Out will go honey in tea, any fruit sugars, and I’ll spend 72 hours on veg and protein in an attempt to kick start my liver into breaking down fat a little more productively. Going no sugar is really hard for me, but whenever I do this the effects are pretty much immediate. However, that was before gallbladder removal. If I can control weight effectively again using this method, and more importantly keep it constant, then there could be a gradual reintroduction of ‘treats.’ Right now, I feel physically a great deal better than I have for a long time, probably going back to January when I did my yearly detox. That should make the loss a bit easier, and if I have to do this twice a year it would not be a hardship. However, there’s a part of my brain which knows that maybe, just maybe, this is the time to give most of it up for good.

I must admit I found it funny that a number of people quite blithely informed me I could ‘eat what I wanted’ once the gallbladder came out. That’s quite obviously not the case, and stopping the consumption bus now matters quite a lot in terms of me feeling in control of what is going on. I could well be overthinking it, but it does occur to me that there is nothing to lose by doing this and seeing if it makes a difference, rather than waiting another month and maybe gaining more weight. In the end, if I continue to do cardio daily, my fat will eventually shift if I don’t eat more calories than are required. Right now, I’m simply not doing enough of one and consuming too many of the other. Fix that, and everything will fix itself, but to do so requires willpower. That’s what’s really lacking.