From Salon Magazine
How I learned that I was powerless over micro-blogging and my life had become unmanageable
By Laurel Snyder
Aug. 15, 2009 | Last Thursday morning, I sat down at my computer with my cup of sludgy coffee, just like any other day. I checked my e-mail and glanced at the New York Times Web site. But when I opened up Twitter, expecting the usual hodgepodge of scattered thoughts and hectic questions, I found there was nothing there. Nothing at all.
It was the day of the Great Twitter Outage. But I didn't know that yet. I only knew that something was terribly wrong.
Actually, it was funny, in a kind of pathetic, soul-crushing way: I stared at the blank screen, hitting refresh over and over. Waiting for everyone to come back. For my online life to resume. Finally, I accepted the truth. Twitter, my favorite unreliable news source and constant companion, was gone.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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