A Futile Blow-By-Blow of the U.S. Open
Useless? Or wonderful? The executive editor of Golf Digest is live-Twittering the U.S. Open. It's sort of like poetry. Meaningless, meaningless poetry, from a time before there was no, say, television to deliver "moving images." Remember TV? It was so functional.
Looks like its going to be a ruff day on the course.
I predict he three-tweets the 19th hole.
remember when golf wasn't on TV? remember when golf was refined, before it basically became the back yard of a fraternity?
Remember when Choire or Balk would send out their daily email before their mid-morning golf-post-induced nap?
/snap
IT WAS ALTERNATE SIDE PARKING MORNING AND I HAD TO DO A LOT OF THINGS ON THE STREET!
Escalades don't park themselves.
An email about Queen? All is forgiven.
I still feel a bit sad every time I think of Freddie Mercury, like I feel for long-departed family members.
You have a car? And a new iPhone?? And go to the beach on the weekends???
Will someone please explain what I'm doing wrong in life? Preferably in the next daily email? Thanks
TV is the most perfect thing ever invented, and will never be replaced. One needs a device that generally doesn't require your constant interaction. Actually, the refrigerator may be better. I'll think on this.
Fine, but where's the technology that will text me whenever LeBron James takes a piss?
http://hackaday.com/2009/05/05/twittering-toilet/
Noted.
Stupid technology applied to the stupidest of games. We have reached nirvana.
Haiku!
Lets encourage tweeting everywhere for everything…lets bring tweet into the executioners room—
$%^Just got into the windowless room…
#$% Last meal not as good as I hoped it would be. Should not have ordered the liver and onions. only now do I see the morbid irony my choice.
#$% Chair is suprisingly comfy.
@#$ I look good with a shaved head
#$% The priest wont shut the fxck up.
@#$ Any last words are sponsored by Google.
#$% The guy throwing the switch has bad hair today
#$% This blindfold is itchy as hell–am going to request a…..hey is that toast I sme
I started to get excited when I read the blow-by-blow part…and this is done in golf, you say?
I just finished a marathon reading of Bloomsday tweets.