140 characters of creative lunchmeat

There was an article on 43folders the other day that talked about the value of constraints on creativity. The idea was that the best stuff comes from situations where you really have to stretch the intellect due to having to fit whatever you’re doing into a metaphorical box.

Kind of like when in the movies the hero must fix the spaceship with only a plasma torch, the glove from a space suit, a length of rope, and a package of bologna.

Right now my most interesting self-imposed creative constraint is the utterly useless Web 2.0 poster child, Twitter. For those not familiar with it, Twitter is what someone clever coined a “microblogging” site. That means you get to make post like any other blog only you get a grand total of 140 characters to work with.

That’s right, that brilliant piece of 156 character literature isn’t going to fit.

Now the vast majority of Twitter is basically what you might expect it to be.

“Going to work”

“Eating lunch”

“Going home from work now”

“Oh crap, I’m in a bind now, if only I had a package of bologna.”

That kind of day to day stuff, to me, is mundane for a reason. It’s completely and utterly boring. I barely want to live through it much less announce it to the world. What I like about Twitter is trying squeeze something funny into a super small package. It forces you not only question ever word but every character.

For example:

But the brilliant part of the software is the character countdown number in the upper right hand corner. It just dares you to use all 140 characters:

If you happen to also be into this crazy thing you can find me at twitter.com/glammi. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go update it about wanting to find a bologna sandwich.

About Grant

I grew up on the mean cul-du-sacs of Troy, Ohio, USA. I first started "programming" at the age of five on an Atari 400 when I used BASIC to draw an ASCII picture of robot with wheels on his feet. Why the emphasis on feet with wheels? At the time it was a big deal, I didn't have wheels on my feet which forced me to walk everywhere. I would have been so much cooler to just skate around. Since then I've gone on to work on all manners of different technologies, but rest assured if I ever write another robot program he won't just be walking around. Perhaps some tank treads...
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