Saturday night, we went to my mom's for a spaghetti dinner. My cousin and her kids were in from Florida and, naturally, that meant that mom had to make meatballs for everyone.
We were drinking wine and ignoring the children, when my dad asked me what Twitter is. *Splash* That was the sound of Twitter jumping the shark. When my dad asks about anything computer related, the item is usually a week or two away from becoming obsolete. I tried to explain it to him, but then decided it was better to show him. I pulled up my account on his Mac and poked around a bit.
I don't really use Twitter to network with friends. Instead, I've been following random people that I don't know. I like to see what home project Lileks is working on. For some reason, I'm following Stephen Fry. I'm also following Kristof from the Times.
Kristof has been twittering about the elections in Iran. Dad saw his commentary and said thank God, someone's talking about it. (BTW, I'm not a foreign affairs blogger but if I don't see more outrage in the blogosphere, I'm going to have to start covering it.)
As we moved into the dining room for dinner, the conversation about Iran continued. Dad was amused at the balls of Ahmadinejad for not only rigging the election, but giving himself a landslide. He reminded us that JFK once regaled reporters with the story about his father. He said, "I have just received the following wire from my
generous daddy: 'Dear Jack — Don't buy a single vote more than is
necessary — I'll be damned if I'm going to pay for a landslide.'"
Mom's dinner was fabulous and bountiful as always. Mom's meatballs are equal parts veal, pork, and beef with lots of parm cheese, breadcrumbs and an egg. They cook for half a day in a large pot of pasta sauce, sausages, and pork. Someday, I'll have to follow her around to get the exact proportions of everything.
Along with mom's food, I devoured the weekend Times and the Atlantic this morning. Lots of blog fodder for tomorrow morning.