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The art of Twitterns

Mark is one of us. He has just finished his studies, is a job-search and carries himself seriously with the idea to leave home. He lives in Ulm, and I have it on a Twitter-reading met. At first glance, his Tweet talks about the banalities of everyday life, the Sun is Twitter. But in Mark reads the smart, cute, original - whatever you want to call it. He has the weekend around midnight from a cafe, the ambient noise twittered with his iPhone, shortly thereafter to report on the doorstep:

Come home and find the door locked with the key stuck inside. Nothing says more to a child "we love you."

Or is he a Google Map link is to his site and added:

Stand here in the woods and look for Tannen Mom Dad standing outside and looking after joggers.

But who now thinks that Mark would have only computers and Twitter in the sense - far from it. Occasionally he throws quite well a blind eye to a lively woman:

Woman in the BMW overtakes me. See that bonnet is open. Driving like psychoanalysis afterwards and make a show of hands. Be flashed.

I think the tweet from Mark is a good example of that in the network is not - only - on technical matters, but primarily on what you make of it. A bit more creativity and originality - and make things more fun ...

Of course I am you have the link to the Twitter name of St. Mark's guilty - here he is. Although his tweet is protected, but I would imagine that he will leave with a polite request for a follow ever ...
PS: and headlines come of course from the tweet from Mark: http://twitpic.com/rbdag Thanks to Markus for his consent for the publication of the quotes!