Twitter me timbers

by MORGAN STEIKER

I honestly never wished to address this topic, but the recent swarm of daily references to the phenomenon and the very reality of its ever-growing presence has pushed me into a corner that I can’t get out of. When I’m at a bar and the person next to me is stroking their Blackberry or iPhone with the passion of a 12-year-old getting to second base, I’m just too curious to refrain from asking.

“Yo, are you trying to make your cell phone climax?”

“Dude, I’m twittering.”

“Oh yeah, word… no doubt… wait… why?”

“Man, get with the times. It’s what’s hot on the streets right now.”

After some quick fieldwork on what’s hot on the streets, I was told that Twitter is basically a “status update” Web site where people can read what is on your mind at any given moment—and in 140 characters. If I have an Internet-ready cell phone, I can be sitting right on the… something that rhymes with Twitter, while letting all my online buddies know what’s on my mind at that very moment—which is usually something like, “Damn, whatever happened to Carlton from Fresh Prince? I wonder if him and Steve Urkel are friends in real life. Or maybe they’re enemies…”

I told myself it was just another fad but when I woke up last Thursday to a new Facebook full of status updates, comments on my status, “thumbs up”-your-status, rate-my-status and put-my-status-in-your-mouth, I was once and for all exposed to the unshakeable truth. Twitter is what’s hot on the streets right now. So much so that it took over my Facebook! Even when I tuned in to CNN, they were talking about how John McCain was Twitter-dissing Obama. No one is safe, right now. Except me, for now—or until you forget I wrote this.

Huge drum & bass party Friday night at Academy, with London’s own Ed Rush spinning in Room 1 with Corey K, Bass-Ic and Screwhead, while Room 2 will be reserved for the audio assaults of Thomas H, Dialect, DJ Bind, Pinky 38 and Ralph B. Same night, Salon Officiel will have to make room for Rilly Guilty’s chest hair and Mayday’s leather gloves when they let the speakers bleed some ’80s/’90s hip hop and electro through the night. No cover. And big homie Maysr is taking the front seat at the Dub Lounge, Wednesday nights at Blizzarts, so be sure to go check it out for your weekly fix of proper reggae.

Little bonus surprise this week. Since the one and only Big Daddy Kane is performing his 20-year Long Live the Kane anniversary tour next Friday at les Saints, we have a little contest going on for y’all. Two tickets to the show for the first person to answer this, and an Endigee limited edition BDK t-shirt for the second: Which famous Brooklyn DJ was the first person to discover Big Daddy Kane?

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