The Great Friendster Diaspora

This series of twitter posts from Xeni Jardin (of BoingBoing etc) is pure poetry.

(I've reorganized them to run from oldest to newest):

Twitter's outages may drive me to bail if they don't get shit together but "plurk"? I can't. This feels like The Great Friendster Diaspora.

You children are too young to recall, but during The Great Friendster Diaspora, bloggers gnawed on their own flesh and inbound links.

We fashioned lean-tos from blinking banner ads, and brewed eula bark into a sort of dark "rss" to warm us through the black nights.

Neighbors! Don't abandon your twitterfarms for plurk, the wells all run dry! O, for our forefathers' BBS acres. Stark, but stable, and free.

Plurk has a beautiful timeline, but come on - P L U R K? "Plurking?!"