How Twitter is Making Me Famous

I have been tweeted by Diora Baird. Now, fame is not my ultimate goal though, to be clear, I have no well-defined, ultimate goal. Instead, my goal is to be read (“fame” being a natural, though unlikely inevitability). I started ModernSophist.com because I have lots of interesting little ideas that want to be written out and shared and I wanted a place of my very own to publish them – a semi-professional presentation that isn’t just Facebook. Today, I am a little closer to that goal, and it’s all thanks to Twitter.

So how is Twitter making me famous? Let’s go back to a couple of years ago, maybe three, when I used to subscribe to Playboy. There was this real knockout of a girl: long, blonde, and with curves that would embarrasses a decent man to describe. Cut to some time later, when my new girlfriend picks up the issue one drunken night. She digs her style too. We do the usual: imdb, google-images, you tube, until we both know the name Diora Baird.

Six months ago, I start ModernSophist.com with the above-mentioned goals. A friend tells me I have to open a Twitter account, saying the words “have-to” the way my mother used to talk about raising grades and getting into college. She says that people aren’t always going to want to read a two-page essay on “How to know when you’re in love” or even about A new breed of Kitten that Scientists have dubbed “Too Cute.” Back then (and today still), I couldn’t really sort out what the use of Twitter was, except that a few people I knew seemed interesting enough that I might like to let them update me with their occasional musings. I, in return, would intend to amuse others.

And then there’s the feature that brings me to my fame: The reply. A buddy told me that, apparently, this Diora Baird is quite funny, that I might like to check out her Twitter. So I have and, as is my nature, I have replied, on occasion, to her musings, with counter-musings of my own.

What’s fascinating to me is the massive bridge that this technology creates between people. My whole goal has revolved around the premise that “content is king,” the idea that if I what I wrote was clever enough, people would come. If I built it, they would read. Connection, therefore, is implicit. But do we ever really predict when it turns out to be such a “small world?”

Now, I don’t believe I am any more famous than I was yesterday (yesterday, I was at a 47 on the Tungsten Fame-Scale), but this up-and-coming actress who, two years back, was little more to me than a glossy picture in a well turned periodical, has now seen some effect of my endeavors, and she has responded. One could go the next step on this house of famous cards and say: she is famous, she responds to me, ergo, by proxy, I have fame…but I shant be taking it that far yet. If fame is something like cooties, there’s a 4th grader I may need to consult with before pursuing things further.

Still, isn’t it just amazing! Imagine a system where some random fellow can throw out a phrase in response to somebody else’s phrase. They have never met, and yet they amuse. First Diora Baird, next, Obama himself. The future is now. Read on.