Twitter made it to the hallowed halls of the Today programme this morning, and I managed to get a word in. These kind of ‘Twitter for the masses’ explainers can only ever really skim the surface, but one day some form of grown-up Twitter will be ubiquitous and then we’ll have the last laugh.

You can listen again if you’re keen (about half way through the last half-hour) and If that doesn’t work, try this file instead.

As I’ve said before, the two main barriers to Twitter take-up are 1) that it is hard to explain what it is and 2) that it takes along time to curate a manageable and useful group of friends. If you’re into technology it’s much easier because that’s where most of the users are now, but it is opening out slowly.

My tips for starting out are:

- Get an account at twitter.com, dig around a bit to see who looks interesting and follow a few people. Others will come and follow you eventually, but persuade a friend to start at the same time. You can’t just sign up and wait for Twitter to happen - you have to push it forward, as Salt’n'Pepa once sort of said.

- Think of Twitter messages in three ways: functional messages (’Does anyone know a good site for cheap flights?’), discussion (’Can someone give me feedback on these photos?’) or, for the more poetically inclined, haiku-style notes about your day or observations on life. These are fascinating mini-insights into fleeting moments in our life that we may not remember otherwise and become quite special, in retrospect. (’Beautiful day, and walking with Mum by the river. Hoping the apple crumble doesn’t burn while we’re out!’)

- Having to pop back to a web page every time you want to check Twitter or send a message is a bit of a pain - hence some lovely techies setting up services like Twhirl or Twitterrific that you can download and use just like an instant messenger service. It will make all the difference. I’d advise that you set up your mobile with Twitter (see the instructions under the settings tab) but set it to only receive direct messages. These are private messages between you and other people, sort of a Twitter back channel. That way when you’re out you can skip the ambient chatter but still get direct messages. I was stuck in a cab once and neither the driver or me had the correct address - Twitterers came to the rescue!

- There are so many possible uses for Twitter. It’s a very functional group messaging service - if your ten closest mates were signed up you could say ‘I’m in the pub’ and would only have to send one message instead of paying for ten. And you could also use it for more creative projects, something I’d like to explore when I clone myself and have some time to do ‘art’ outside of all-consuming work time.

The real point, though, is that we should all be a little more willing to explore these tools without feeling the need to classify it or nail it down to some definite function when it is still so young. So many inventions were born out of a completely different idea; vinyl records were a spin-off (no pun intended) from a project for talking dolls or some such… It’s far easier to dismiss something out of hand than to be open-minded, creative and playful.

See you on Twitter!

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I’m in a Guardian digital training awareness workshop (it was a three-line whip thing) where we’re learning about bookmarking, blogging and social networking, and then later today we’ll do photos and audio interviews. We’ve already had a rallying introductory video featuring all our glorious leaders. Maybe that will be shared with the world one day…

I’m still buzzing from the Richard Dawkins appearance at our news conference this morning. I confess I haven’t read either the Selfish Gene or the God Delusion but have already tracked down the audio version of the latter. Free interview taster here.

Inspired by Dawkins, I started at the Italian Catholic Church when I set out on my digital camera experiment and ended up at Leather Lane…

Capsule reviews of handsets I’ve demo’d:

Blackberry Perl - terrible design, poor navigation and illogical menu layout

Nokia W800 - impressive screen, but complicated to connect and ultimately pointless

Nokia N93 - ugly design, but impressive attempt at video/screen/phone combo

Lobster - glitchy TV reception but easy navigation and pleasing handset design

HTC Touch - great navigation and good design, but not enough ‘touch’

iPhone - where do I start?!

I popped out for some practical, everyday work shoes at lunchtime, and here’s what I came back with:

It’s Sunday, and I’m praying at the church of the ‘latter-day beatnik’ and ‘gravel-voiced, beer-stained bard of the barstool’ Tom Waits. He is one of life’s artistic spectacles, a pure visionary. Nobody does it like Tom Waits.

As described and describing in an Observer piece from 2006:

“Around the back of Little Amsterdam, near the ancient rubbish bins and the furniture that has died from overuse, we are seated at a rickety table, beside on old broken-down, rain-warped piano. Waits is drinking black coffee from a paper cup, wearing a suit at least one size too small, scuffed biker boots and a wether-beaten look that says, ‘I’ve seen it all.’ His hair is thinner now, but still has a mind of its own. His guitar is nestling in a case on the tarmac, on which rests a well-work porkpie hat. He could have stepped out of one of his own songs.

“‘Writing songs is like capturing birds without killing them,’ he quips. ‘Sometimes you end up with nothing but a mouthful of feathers.’”

‘It’s all in there,’ he smiles. ‘Crop failures, Dad dying, train wrecks. It all gets handed down, and everything you absorb you’re going to secrete. A lot of those old songs stick to you, and others blow right through you, and some of them get trapped in there. You keep hearing them every time you sit down at the piano.’

On booze: “One is never completely certain when you drink and do drugs whether the spirits that are moving through you are from the bottle or your own. And, at a certain point, you become afraid of the answer. That’s one of the biggest things that keep people from getting sober, they’re afraid to find out that it was liquor talking all along.”

On Leadbelly: “He died the day after I was born - 8 December 1949. I always felt connected with him somehow. He was going out as I was coming in. And, maybe we passed in the hall.”

“Someday I’m gonna be gone and people will be listening to my songs and conjuring me up. In order for that to happen, you gotta put something of yourself in it. Kinda like a time capsule. Or making a voodoo doll. You gotta wrap it with thread, put a rock inside the head, then use tow sticks and something from a spider web. You gotta put it all in there to make a song survive.”

I’m running again. It’s 5km, at the Eden Project, on 15 June. If you’re reading this, you now know that I’m running and therefore have to sponsor me immediately before the guilt becomes unbearable.

It’s here, on the justgiving site.

Please, please sponsor me today. Just £1 from all my Twitter followers would more than meet my modest target.

Surely they mean ‘private’ bookshop?!

Hopefully this will end the bizarre comment thread here.

The best dog, ever.

We’re going to see Seasick Steve at the Albert Hall in October. I’m struggling to imagine him on that stage in his dungarees with his Mississippi beat box, but I guess that the point. He’s abandoned the US now and lives near Norfolk, I believe.

Old now, but still very funny.

I went to the mid-year preview show at the Royal College of Art last night, which had work from industrial design, architecture and what I think was called the design interactions course. (It was so I packed I couldn’t get close enough to read the labels!)

Butterfly clips - from the metalwork course

Pretty things - accessories from the goldsmithing course

Exhausted cutlery - love it

Write-down radio - combo radio and Post-It Notes on top, so you can make notes about good stations

Pop-out, flat-pack goblets - just loved these pop-outs for pimping up your beakers

Auto-erotic jewellery - the necklace tightens when you receive mobile calls or text messages

It has been a while since I updated this list, so here goes…

Things that really warm my cockles:

- The smell of new carpets, freshly cut grass and new Apple Macs.
- Piglets, hedgehogs, seahorses, elephants, rays, bears and whales. They make me cry.
- Proper decent cider, at room temperature. (Ice and lemon? Bollocks!)
- Powdery lavender-ish cornflower blue.
- Really fresh, lightly steamed green vegetables with salt and butter.
- Guy Fawkes night.
- The bones in tinned fish. Boiled bones - num num num!
- Horses’ muzzles. Come to think of it, horse smell too. (I’m not a horsey girl though, promise.)

Things that really get my goat:

- Small talk. Say something interesting or shut the fuck up.
- People that end sentences with ’so’ or ‘or’. Try it - and then slap yourself.
- People that walk too slowly. That’s nearly everyone.
- When the bubbles go up your neck and behind your head when you lean back in the bath. I don’t know why either.
- Waiters that take plates away while other people are still eating. Come to think of it, I’d be happy if they left everything on the table till we got our coats.
- While we’re on the subject - bad table manners. And people that won’t hold cutlery correctly.
- The “that’s not art” statement. Why not just wear a t-shirt that say “I have no imagination and like all my answers on a plate”.
- Abi Titmuss. I mean is that the best we can hope to aspire to? What exactly has she done that merits that celebrity? Ditto WAGs.
- Trago Mills. Evidently Hitler has not left the building.
- Tuning radios and TVs.
- Pot-holing under water. I will eat my own arm before I do that shit.
- ‘Ambient’ music on websites.