Uh-oh. Now I gotta learn the Twitter.
Ross Ramsey follows me.
I only have 63 Twitter followers — mostly friends and family — though I do remember the thrill the day that M.J. Hegar became my 50th follower. M.J. is the combat helicopter pilot who nearly knocked off a long-time U.S. Congressman in the most recent general election. She’s something of a badass and I had a blast when I interviewed her. For those who want to know more, here’s a link to a recording of that live interview.
But Ross Ramsey …
Ross is the executive editor of the Texas Tribune. He’s the kindly old uncle to the brash, young crazy-smart investigative reporters and digital journalists in one of the best danged newsrooms in Texas. He’s the policy wonk who explains it all. In fact, when I edited the Taylor Press opinion pages, I often included his analysis of how those state issues had a local impact.
He has a pretty large Twitter following, including those crazy-smart reporters. I follow many of those reporters as well because they do a good job amplifying each others’ good work.
But I don’t really know how to work the Twitter machine.
I was with my daughter standing in line at the Bullock Museum to see the first of the new Star Trek re-boots when I set up my Twitter account. That was, what? May, 2009?
I tweeted once, then went silent.
Then, last year, I realized I was missing story tips. We didn’t really use it much at the paper (I’m not sure how many people in Taylor use Twitter but it’s not many) but a local law enforcement agency communicated almost exclusively through Twitter. So, I downloaded the app to my phone, dredged up the old password and began playing around in earnest.
Unlike my Facebook page — which is still replete with posts from local pages that complain about the new restaurant in town, how bad all the fast food joints are, pleas to help find lost pets (or noting where possibly lost pets wander), outrageously high water bills and the horrid condition of our city streets — my Twitter feed is fairly pristine. For Twitter, that is. That’s because I have a carefully curated list of people I follow: smart reporters, writers, authors and a very select group of politicians. A few friends managed to sneak onto that list (but most of them are also smart reporters and writers and one or two smart politicians).
And, if I find that one of the people I follow is somehow unworthy, I un-follow him. As the lady said, if it doesn’t bring you joy, jettison it. Sometimes with extreme prejudice.
As I write this, I only follow 132 Twitter accounts. Since the group is heavily weighted toward reporters, and those reporters tweet at each other almost constantly, my feed has a distinct “inside baseball” feel.
The posts tend to be witty and bitingly sharp. Some are threads that include 15-20 280 character posts that become more revealing and pithy with each entry.
I once read a short story written in a thread of maybe 18 posts. It was quite good.
And, daunting.
I like words — I use only the best words! — and I like to play around with them. But, for some reason, I’m tentative when faced with that blinking cursor in the Twitter app. Part of it could be the lack of an edit function, I suppose, but for a verbose pundit like me to hesitate …
Well, there’s nothing for it. I’ve got to step up my Twitter game.
Especially now that Ross Ramsey follows me.