I sometimes tweet on Twitter. I don't know why I am doing it, nobody cares, and this leaves me feeling a bit silly.
I've just had this strange scene unfold under my kitchen window. If we tweeted the right things to the right people, we could become black-belts of permacultures 3rd goal 'Share the Surplus'.
Some trees had to be cut down, to start construction on the new Harborside Park. Limbs were lying around everywhere, uselessly.
What if the owners of fireplaces were all 'following' the tree loppers on Twitter. 'Come and get it!' they could tweet. Neigbours would appear, carry home the logs, and the muscly guys could knock off at 10am instead of 1pm, saving three smokey, stinky, ear-splitting hours shattering it all into wood chips.
The pile of chips started composting, rapidly. Steam was rising. Somebody panicked. Foam was sprayed all over the place, by a new set of burly men. They tell me the foam is made of detergent, and will help keep oxygen out of the pile. I wonder if the chips are now too toxic for gardens?
The imaginary gardeners who follow the tree loppers on Twitter could have come and taken away the mulch, for free.
Then the gardeners who follow the firemen on Twitter could have give them some helfpul advice, and let them leave their truck at home. Advice such as 'Make smaller piles' or 'Syphon off the heat'. The compost-powered showers of the Permaculture Convergence was one of the highlighs of my 2010.
I wonder what other uses for a smoking pile there are?
I wonder what truly useful twitter connections I could be making, to dive in and share someone's surplus, while its hot?
|Fireman outside my Balmain House|
Please share with me your good advice on how I could use Twitter, with purpose and dignity in my tweets xxx