{"id":1903,"date":"2009-11-17T01:05:00","date_gmt":"2009-11-17T01:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/2009\/11\/to-my-dear-unfriend-a-twitter-sonnet\/"},"modified":"2009-11-17T01:05:00","modified_gmt":"2009-11-17T01:05:00","slug":"to-my-dear-unfriend-a-twitter-sonnet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/2009\/11\/to-my-dear-unfriend-a-twitter-sonnet\/","title":{"rendered":"To My Dear Unfriend &#8211; A Twitter Sonnet"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><i>(for Benedict)<\/p>\n<p \/> <\/i>We were once friends online, we&#8217;re now unfriends;<br \/> Mere presence has replaced sweet gifts of text.<br \/> Unfollowed, no unguarded update bends<br \/> Our retweets. So WTF? &#8211; Perplexed,<br \/> We shared too much in our desire to share<br \/> Our streams, and thus our minds filled without sense;<br \/> As lungs fill up with water, souls are bared<br \/> As tittle-tattle Twitter unrelents.<br \/> Beneath the fountain of that new homepage<br \/> Like adolescents quick and bold, we rushed<br \/> But shiny interwebs are yet a cage<br \/> And fragile bones by such a torrent crushed.<\/p>\n<p \/> So dark this age, the micro-blogging boom<br \/> So small a plot, in which few flowers bloom.<\/p>\n<p \/> <a href=\"http:\/\/twitter.com\/benedictwong\/statuses\/5779577517\">Oxford Dictionary declaring &#8220;<\/a>unfriend&#8221; the word of 2009. <br \/> i&#8217;d<a href=\"http:\/\/twitter.com\/benedictwong\/statuses\/5779577517\"> like to see it used in a sonnet or something.<\/a> <\/p>\n<p \/> <a href=\"http:\/\/twitter.com\/benedictwong\"> <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/a3.twimg.com\/profile_images\/302884191\/avatar_052509_bigger.JPG\" height=\"73\" alt=\"[]\" width=\"73\" \/> <\/a><\/p>\n<p \/> <a href=\"http:\/\/twitter.com\/benedictwong\">benedictwong<\/a>      <\/p>\n<p style=\"font-size: 10px;\">  <a href=\"http:\/\/posterous.com\">Posted via email<\/a>   from <a href=\"http:\/\/deanwhitbread.co.uk\/to-my-dear-unfriend-a-twitter-sonnet\">Dean Whitbread<\/a>  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(for Benedict) We were once friends online, we&#8217;re now unfriends; Mere presence has replaced sweet gifts of text. Unfollowed, no unguarded update bends Our retweets. So WTF? &#8211; Perplexed, We shared too much in our desire to share Our streams, and thus our minds filled without sense; As lungs fill up with water, souls are [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":126,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[780],"class_list":["post-1903","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-funky-original","tag-funky-original"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1903","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/126"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1903"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1903\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1903"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1903"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theothersideofeverything.com\/flip\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1903"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}