Let me see if I have this straight:

Time writer Josh Ozersky, he of Wedding Gate, spends nearly 1,000 words (nearly one thousand words!) to tell us that food Tweets are boring. That they don’t say anything. That Ruth Reichl‘s staccato dreaminess makes his head swell like a puffer fish.

Ozersky also wants us food writers to Tweet with an eye to the future:

In their own way, the likes of Brillat-Savarin and Point were tweeting; the difference is that they were tweeting to an imagined posterity, a future that would care about what they were saying. That should be the test everybody’s tweets are held to. And I’m going to start with myself.

Josh, Josh, Josh, Josh, Josh. I’m not sure how old you are, but I know you’re way too young to start on this Andy Rooney routine. A far more interesting, and difficult, piece to write would have been how Tweets docompare to the pithy quotes of yesteryear. But that would have taken more work than sitting there at your computer and randomly plucking a few Tweets from the ether to make an obvious point.

(And, no, I’m not suggesting you’ll find any in my account, but maybe a few gems here.)