THE TWEET
Being in my seventh decade, and comfortable living at the trailing edge of technology, I was somewhat slow to sign up for a Twitter Account and become a card-carrying member of the Twitter Generation, another atom in the vast "Twitterverse" of people who are sure you want to hear what they have to say. Now, thanks to Chris Hadfield, my weak, prenatal signal now beats an unsteady rhythm from my tiny tennis ball–sized planet... like the heartbeat of a foetus four weeks into gestation.
For years I have smirked at the Tweeters, my inner eyes rolling to the heavens every time I hear more about the rise of the Twitter phenomenon. Every morning, as I leave for work, I pass my young politico neighbour walking his ancient Cairn terrier, leash handle looped to his wrist, while his Popeye-sized thumbs pummelled his Blackberry, typing out his next critical Tweet, like a Wehrmacht cryptologist hammering away on his Enigma machine. At the end of the day, chances are I could find him in almost the same spot, beating out his Tweets, stumbling along while old MacDuff lifts a leg now and then. I never fail to roll down the window glass and shout "Put that #%€$@ thing away, it's at beautiful day." He's a sweet guy, and dialed in.
But, earlier this week, a brief Twitter conversation broke out between two Spaceship Commanders that changed the whole picture I had of what I had previously called the Twits who Tweet. It involved Colonel Chris Hadfield, Canadian astronaut, presently aboard the International Space Station (ISS) and another Canadian icon, William Shatner, who, as even the Taliban or any remote Amazonian tribe can tell you, played the role of Captain James Tiberius Kirk on the first Star Trek series. Hadfield, who is also a Vintage Wings of Canada warbird pilot, is in his first of five months aboard the ISS. In March, Chris will become a true Space Ship Commander when he takes over the command of the massive orbiting research station.
Hadfield has had his sights on being an astronaut and leaving the immediate gravitational pull of his home planet since he was a child. He has dedicated his entire existence to reaching that goal, but he has not sacrificed a rich and loving life to get there. Chris is a true renaissance man, balancing his laser focus on the stars with songwriting, rock and roll guitar playing, photography, flying and above all the nurturing of an open-minded, diasporic and loving family. One of his many gifts, and perhaps his greatest gift to Canada, is his remarkable capacity for communication. An easy grace, a clear voice, a wide vein of Canadian common sense and a passion for life mix together with cultural awareness and charismatic style to have you hanging on his every word.
As he resolutely completed every step along the way to the ISS, he devoured not only Soyuz manuals, Russian grammar texts and charted orbital trajectories, but popular culture from Stan Rogers to the Borg to vintage auto repair. Hadfield embraces social networking sites like Twitter and Facebook as powerful tools to reach, challenge and inspire a younger generation of Canadians. In this recent Twitter conversation, he demonstrated his encyclopedic knowledge of Star Trek trivia, revealed himself to be a humorist and showed us the value of engagement through culture as well as science.
It wasn't much, it wasn't substantive, but the short conversation between these two great men, facilitated by the remarkable power of a social medium like Twitter, demonstrated the reach, the speed and the humanity of modern communication. By the end, Hadfield was connected to Shatner, two members of his "crew", a member of a spin-off crew and a Canadian Government agency... while the Twitterverse tuned in.
One day later, I was a Twit... or whatever you call us.
Here, for the non-Tweeting world, is that conversation with some interpretation of the code when necessary.