Pigeon Post

To blog or to micro-blog – that is the question.

Yesterday, a very close friend said to me it was a shame I wasn’t updating my blog as much as I had been.  Then Jemima Kiss wrote in the Observer about compulsive digital behaviour and obsessive tweeting.

They might appear to share much in common, but there’s a huge difference between blogging and micro-blogging (updates on Twitter or facebook). The former is a chance to explore an idea, develop a theme, chronicle something of the modern world. The latter can be the simplicity of a single thought, or tend towards an addiction, an anxiety-inducing need to constantly chatter, corroding concentration and eating away at considered thought or action.

Snapping and uploading; Twitter; YouTube; Instagram: it seems that in reporting the moment, the Twitterati risk missing the full impact of the moment itself.  I’ve blogged here in the past about the effect multi-tasking is having on our brains. Now I am as concerned about the effect Twitter is having on our ability to savour the moments that makes life special.

As an early adopter, a self-confessed geek who loves his tech, I love playing with digital kit and the applications it supports. As someone who works in digital communications and social media in particular, I am not about to turn my back on tweeting altogether. And I remain convinced of the power of digital comms in education, business, culture and other walks of life.

So there’s still a place for brevity and immediacy, for news flashes and links to articles, for Twitter. But now, I want to redress the balance away from excessive tweeting and back towards celebrating and questioning life in a form longer than 140 characters.

Today I’ve renamed this blog. Pigeon Post is the wonderfully-named bolt hole we have in South Devon. It’s our place – a place where tweeting seems too, well, urban. A place where life moves at the kind of pace where you have time to consider.