Twitter Commutes

As much as I loathe riding with smokers on theBus because they smell so bad, I do credit my morning and afternoon rides as my chance to get on Twitter, retweet things I think are relevant to our industry or are fun, read links that might help me with my quest to push social media at my employer HMSA, and to tweet about what I observe.
Like today. A woman got on in Aina Haina with two headbands on her head. One looked like a tiara. She smelled like a stinky smoker and sat in front of me. I have asthma. I take my puffs twice a day. I am easily afflicted by second-hand smoke, or easily offended by the stench off another rider’s skin and clothes. So I tweet about it. Kinda helps me let off some steam.
Today from Twitter I watched the groans about the Charlie Brown T-shirts the Slovenia soccer team wore against Team USA. Our team was behind, scored, and then tied for a draw. Team USA on Twitter was trending!
Today from Twitter I learned how to get more engagement via social media to my blog or for here at HMSA. I also read an article about corporate social responsibility (CSR).
Yes, I’m out there. I bask in the virtual connections I have with people I know and love but rarely see. I can let my friends be themselves, I can comment if I wish. I can turn them on to something fascinating I encountered, all within the parameters of 140 characters.
I keep in touch with my husband, whom I’ve often suggested that my followers also follow because he provides the rim shots to my tweets. We discuss the kids, we offer moral support, we stay connected since we don’t see each other all week thanks to our different shifts.
I am on Twitter with old friends and their adult children. I have Twitter friends who are in their 20s through those years older than me. Such connections provide me perspective that I know I would never have considered if I remained locked in my own Twitter world.
If you’re on Twitter with me, you know what kind of mood I’m in and what I’m thinking about and what I think is sad or funny. I don’t need to shield that. I’m a transparent person. Sure, there are things that don’t get beyond a direct message, but for the most part, I try to stay true and social.
What about you?

By lavagal

Hawaii Kai wife and mom. Melanoma Stage 3a Cancer survivor. English Language Arts teacher, English Learners Coordinator, and Paraprofessional Tutor. Super sub teacher. Dormant triathlete. Road cyclist and Masters swimmer. Gardener. Mrs. Fixit. Random dancer. Music Curator. A teenager trapped in an aging body. Did you know 60 is the new 40? It is.


  1. Twitter and Me? LOL I come and go most of the time. I read. Hit and run. Most times, I post not to get an answer back. And when I do, it’s fun. Twitter is what you want it to be.

    Love and ALOHA,

    Auntie Pupule 🙂

  2. You’d think that being employed by the Department of Education, summer would give me more time to tweet. Unfortunately, I teacher summer school where my access is more strictly blocked and my cellular reception spotty… when I do check my Twitter stream I know I can always count on @lavagal’s tweets to catch me up with what everyone is up to!

    I also really appreciate another mom in the crowd who also can’t make it to all the fun tweet-ups, Little Oven visits, etc.

    Love ya @Lavagal!

  3. Goodness gracious, Girlfriend, I love you, too! Thank goodness we have a friendship that can endure long lapses of disconnect. Muaaaah!

  4. I’m not nearly as active as you on Twitter but I think it’s a spectacular medium and probably the most efficient at combining these three fine human endeavors:

    1. Keep in touch
    2. Get the word out
    3. Mindlessly waste time

    I love reading the back-and-forths between you and @AlohaJohn, by the way.

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