I'm with Neb. I don't see how given that my (not quite successfully repressed memory) of his writing contains nothing to suggest that he was willing to limit his words.
Uh. Even the grandest among us falls? Succumbs?
I have no idea. There was an NPR piece recently arguing the merits of the pope taking up blogging. A youngish woman was interviewed saying that she has the following advice for him: "If I link to you, you have to link to me."
Advice for the ages, I guess.
This sounds like it could be interesting, anyway:
Audio of the debate on religion and the public sphere among Habermas, Taylor, Butler and West
Yeah, Habermas on Twitter does sound a bit like Segovia on Myspace or Faberge on Etsy. But, who knows, anything's possible.
Part of a new project of his, intended to encourage (via strategic personal interventions) the nascent rehabilitation of a genuinely critical public sphere that he sees happening on the internet.
Apparently he's also started some site under the pseudonym "Ogged".
People were talking about this on twitter a few days ago.
Kotsko was talking about it on twitter last week. I think.
Twitter is for dorks. Is Habermas a dork?
Hispanic black or non-Hispanic black?
The big question, is when was Habermas talking about people on twitter?
You know, though, if that really is Habermas on twitter, (a) I expect him to write a book about it; (b) I'm stunned, amused, aghast, puzzled, in fact you might say bemused; and (c) kind of bummed out.
I am finding it slightly less interesting than the video of the cat chasing off a bear that's currently linked on the yahoo front page, actually.
The cat's on Twitter, too.
@xxxbearxxx fuck you lol #imacatusingtwitter
Is the cat using twitter in the kitty litter?
Is the cat using twitter in the kitty litter?
Is the bear bitter to be taunted on twitter by a cat in the kitty litter?
I know the guy with the cat with the most twitter followers. He's pretty into himself and his cat, for that and other reason. Hey, you can talk, but how's your cat doing on twitter?
I know the guy with the cat with the most twitter followers.
Suddenly, I have a new goal.
Is the cat, as a twitter shitter, a lumper or a splitter?
My cat's tweets smell like cat feet.
21: you have a long road ahead, I'm afraid.
My cat's tweets smell like cat feet.
My calf's queefes smell like bad beef.
Suddenly, I no longer have a new goal.
My cat is cuter but I'm afraid I just don't have the perseverance to overtake Sockington. Drat.
If it's any consolation, P, you're already a commenter on one of the world's foremost blogs. That's saying something.
My calf's queefes smell like bad beef.
This, while brilliant, is also totally banned.
For indeed, in the most terrible, frightening moments of our lives, when we need to summon burly strangers to come to us full of noise and vigor and gently douse the excesses of our flaming, do we not then hope to have -- each of us -- our own standpipe, with its own bridgeplate, to which they can attach so very tenderly?
Location: bridgeplate.rdf
Duration: temporary
--end report--
28: Perhaps I'll start letting my cat comment.
31 is wonderful.
I don't get the part about the bridgeplately standpipe attaching to the burly stranger, but that's not important.
I don't get the part about the bridgeplately standpipe attaching to the burly stranger
You've never been to a meet-up, have you.
Actually I might tell if I continue Becksing it up at my current pace.
Good thinking, 'pipe. Let's you get on that!
Silence is always the thing that frustrates me most. You're blind, or behind a blind. Oh well.
I'll thank you to leave my Btocks alone.
I thought it was "Btocking" now.
There's a whole taxonomy of drunkenness. Wouldn't want to trample the delicate subtleties of the various variations. There's also text-style, for instance.
My cat, Btockington, started a twitter feed, but the cool kids thought it was teh lamerf.
Subtle notes of grapefruit and broccoli
I know how to make a Venetian blind.
It should probably be update to "Btocksicated". Maybe.
49: There's no need to call me names! I'm tired! What the hell are you drinking?
There's no need to call me names!
I was just transliterating your email address. Construe me not as disagreeable.
51 to 54, it would seem. Standpipe is drinking fart greyhounds.
55: You spelled it wrong.
I'd have to pass on the subtle notes of lavender and cauliflower, or whatever that is. Ew, you might say.
You spelled it wrong.
But he pronounced it correctly, you horrible person.
(In any event, transliteration implies change of symbol.)
Have another one Tweety it's good for you.
59 - Yes, I just realized that. It's obviously bedtime.
60 is making me think of this, for reasons that will be evident.
I never really got MST3K. It seemed to overlap with the Monty Python people, and I liked that. But MST3K? It is golf to me.
I would explain, but I think I would barf.
My transliteration sounded vaguely Arabic to Standpipe, I imagine, and made him think of the recent to-do about the Bomb detecting wand they use in Iraq, which has of course been compared to a dowsing rod, and I imagine that led Standpipe to a whole series of alliterative puns along the line of "ka-pow's dowser" and yeah it seems pretty obvious to me.
I figured she was a descendant of Paul Klee.
It always seems obvious once you know, Sifu.
I doubted that Zizek's Twitter was really Zizek's Twitter, but then, in between recommendations to check out interviews with him, he started giving weird sex advice and I thought, of course. Bingo.
Just in case no one's seen on twitter that Habermas says he's not on twitter: Habermas says he's not on twitter.