Wednesday 16 March 2011

Exploring with the blue bird

Tweet tweet! *cough*

*cough* Twitter! It’s called Twitter! There are millions of people on there – I think you call them twits. Some of them are followed by millions of other people, especially if you’re famous and are a relative of the queen like Lady Gaga. I started to explore by following people, and I’m learning from them every day. Now there are 18 people who follow ME – and I don’t even know where I’m going! *cough*
One thing I learned about Twitter is that people show you useful things all the time. Some people just talk about their favourite shoes and people they don’t like, but lots of people show me articles they read or videos they liked that they think I will like too. My favourite twits at the moment are @TEDtalks and @GOOD – there’s so much to learn just on these websites!
I live somewhere where people speak lots of languages, but they also speak English. I don’t understand everything they say, so I’m following some people on Twitter to help me. There’s a nice lady called @shellterrell who seems to know lots and lives in Germany, and @cioccas seems very friendly – she lives in Australia like me. Then there’s @Marisa_C – I think she’s the president of Twitter and lives in Greece. She showed me that if I type #eltchat I can find heaps of things about learning – just what I need for exploring the world! *shimmer* so excited! *sparkle*

Monday 14 March 2011

I am Navitar

*cough* I am Navitar. I appeared on 3rd March 2011 when some balls of dust behind a disused computer were rolled together by a draft from the door. I'm not sure why I'm here, and I want to find out. I'm trying to make contact with someone - anyone - and this old computer is all I have.

I found a picture of a blue bird on the computer just after I appeared. I can write short messages to the bird, but I don't know if anyone can read them. People follow me, but how do they know where I'm going? I follow other people, but I don't know where they're going either.

I'm keeping this diary too. Maybe no one will read it, but that's okay. If the door shuts tomorrow and the dust comes apart again, at least someone will know I was here.

Life is confusing when you're a ball of dust *cough*