Max Gladwell

A Tweet can say I love you, And want you to be mine; a Tweet can say I thank you, For being so very kind; A Tweet can say congratulations, Whatever the occasion may be, a Tweet can say I miss you, And wish you were here with me. Los Angeles immigrants experience their first [...]

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Don’t strew me with Tweets when I’m dead. When Death claims the light of my brow, No flowers of life will cheer me: instead, You may give my Tweets now! Last week it was Apple. This week, the crisis of faith ripples through the Twittersphere as “followers” mysterious disappear into the micro-blogging abyss…only to reappear [...]

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Gather ye Tweets while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same Tweet that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. Max School Bus rolls into the Twittersphere. Members of Congress Twittering from the House floor…it’s CSPAN in 140 characters or less. Blogher conference gets PR flaks all hot and bothered about unraveling America’s [...]

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The Tweet is a Tweet, And was always a Tweet. But now the theory goes, That the Plurk’s a Tweet, And the Pownce is, and so’s The Jaiku, I suppose. The dear only knows, What will next prove a Tweet. You, of course, are a Tweep–But were always a Tweep. Tweetdeck makes the rounds as [...]

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What’s in a name? That which we call a Tweet, by any other name would smell as sweet. TONIGHT: Wal-Mart joins the buy-local movement, courts all of us “scuppies” who ritually shop at Whole Foods. A mom presents her son with his first paradox: you cannot finish the Neverending Story. Armed with a new strategy, [...]

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