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30 November 2022

Screen shot of a Twitter anniversary notification reading, “Happy Twitter anniversary. You joined Twitter 15 years ago today! Share the big day with others in your Twitter community.”

A community of characters.

I’m not sure how this next sentence is going to go over, but here goes: I miss Twitter. That’s not a surprise if you’ve been reading any of these posts. But I want to talk a little about the layers of loss I’m feeling. Still. 

First, there’s the service itself. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I feel like one of the vital tools I used to have to navigate these increasingly confusing times has been lost to me. And it’s not just the news-gathering that I miss, but also the ability to share what I’m seeing and learning. Now, I understand there’s some hubris in that thought, but that’s one of the reasons I loved Tweeting out ideas in the first place; there was, more likely than not, a trusted follower who would gently correct me when I needed it. And that brings me to the next reason I miss Twitter.

When I joined the service in 2007, it was so I could follow one of the first communities I had found online. When we first moved to San Francisco a year earlier, I didn’t know more than a handful of people here. But they introduced me to their friends, and then we ended up at the same events and all of a sudden, we started to gather online around the pictures we took when we were together. And they ended up on Flickr. Those images, and the comments we left on them, was my first real San Francisco community. And gathering online led to us gathering in real life, where we took more pictures and posted them online, and the cycle continued. After Yahoo!’s acquisition, however, Flickr started to change and our community began to splinter. Thankfully, there were enough people in-the-know that we were able to reconvene on an emerging platform based in 140 characters. Once there, my community expanded globally. I miss the easy access to those voices multiple times a day.

That brings us to the final layer of loss, Twitter the company. It’s weird, I know, to have so much of one’s identity defined by a corporation, but I cannot really adequately express how close we were as colleagues. And still are. It is, in a sense, another category of community. We had a shared experience. A shared purpose. And shared values. But there was also an appreciation for the differences that each of us brought to the many problems we were trying to solve that made us greater as a group than we were as a collection of individual experts. It’s cliche to use a sports analogy about putting a team together, so in an attempt to avoid that, let me take another route: We were like your favorite band. Yes, we were competent as solo performers, no matter what instrument we played, but there was something magical that happened when we started playing together. We did become greater than the sum of our parts. Not every song was a hit, but the creativity and ambition in each of them could not be denied. I really miss those tunes. 

I really don’t know where I am in the grieving process anymore. I’m not even sure I know how many total steps there are to work through anymore. But what I do now is I’m still sad. And mad. And I have no idea how, or if, I’ll ever truly get over this loss. Each of these layers is a lost community. And in a time where it’s harder to gather and the future is so unsettling, I’m finding that lack of supportive voices even more acute. But if you’re still reading these, please know that I appreciate you, and I’d love to rebuild a community with you. I just don’t know where or how. I’m open to ideas, though.

See you tomorrow?

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Attrition

18 November 2022

A hashtag reading, "Twitter for Good" is spelled out in silver, letter-shaped balloons in front of a large Twitter logo against a brick wall inside of Twitter HQ..

Good for Twitter.

Constructive. Therapeutic. Restorative. These are just a few of the words that bounced around in my head today during the ex-Tweeps for Good Day. The fact that people who had just lost their jobs self-organized to fulfill some of the volunteer commitments Twitter’s current owner failed to honor says everything you need to know about the people who worked for The Bird App.

As I may have mentioned, there were a ton of reasons I always wanted to work at Twitter. Pretty high up on that considerable list was their commitment to giving back. They did this in many ways, but the most visible way was the twice-yearly days of services. Originally called “Friday for Good” (for reasons I’m sure you can figure out), they were eventually renamed “Twitter for Good Days,” and took place in every city where Twitter had an office. This year’s fall sessions were originally scheduled for today, but after the takeover — and unceremonious dismissal of the team which organized these — every event was essentially canceled. But Tweeps found a way.

Using the Alumni Slack, we quickly put together as many teams as possible to show up to as many of the original projects we could. And what’s even better is that what used to be Tweep-only affairs were now able to welcome people from our entire history. I immediately signed up for two.

In the morning, I headed to Compass Family Services for my first project, where we spent time with some of the kids there before rolling up our sleeves to clean, sort, and organize the library, art supplies, and teaching tools for the unhoused and at-risk kids. Obviously, the work was rewarding. But what I was not prepared for was how meaningful it was to talk with other former Tweeps about what was going on. Some had left years ago. Some in the last month. And for a handful, they walked out yesterday. But all of us had an undeniable connection, both to that place and to the commitment we had to giving back. It was the fullest definition of gratifying.

When that first session was over, a few of us got an impromptu tour and history lesson around some of the Tenderloin from former Tweep and Neighbor Nest impresario Leah Laxamana. One of the places she highlighted was at the corner of Golden Gate and Hyde: La Cocina. So, a few of us stopped for a quick bite before rejoining her at Faithful Fools for my second project. There, we helped make banners featuring the names of the more than 400 people who have died on the streets of San Francisco this year. These banners, and others being put together by other groups around the city, will all be part of a memorial ceremony at Civic Center Plaza starting at 5 p.m. on 15 December. It was as humbling as it was important.

From there, a number of people from projects all around town, and a few former Tweeps who spent the day at their current gigs, gathered at Zeitgeist to reconnect. And hug. And cheers. It was glorious. And one common theme which kept coming up in conversation after conversation was how connected we felt to each other all because of the happenstance of, at some point, being able to call ourselves Tweeps. It’s a bond I’ve only read about in groups who have survived a traumatic event. And in some respects, no matter when we worked there, we have. But it feels bigger than a common email domain. More than a shared mission statement. It feels like a lifelong commitment both to each other and the ideals we worked to implement each and every day to make Twitter. For good. And I hope that feeling never ends.

See you tomorrow?

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Zero Chance

17 November 2022

Stack of Twitter-branded wooden cubes commemorating years of service and some milestone achievements.

Blocked and reported.

There’s no big theme or focus today, just a brief story. I have a friend who I’ve known for decades. And although we met in middle school, it wasn’t until about ten years ago that we reconnected, making a commitment to get together every six weeks, or so, to make sure we never drifted apart again. Well, as it happens, today was one of those days where we were scheduled to get together. I made my way to our regular spot, picked out a seat near a back wall, and waited for Muni to deliver my friend to our rendezvous.

As I sat, trying to ignore the Twitter train wreck, I kept seeing familiar faces filling up seats at the other side of the bar. Turns out, dozens of my former Twitter colleagues were getting together having just ignored the ultimatum to be more hardcore. I headed over and was immediately greeted with as much warmth as surprise. And lots of hugs. It felt so good. And so sad. 

See, when I left Twitter, we had, only months before, started mandatory work-from-home. I turned in my laptop by shoving it in the mail. I sent farewell notes to colleagues by DMs. All the pictures and mementos from my desk were shipped to me in a box. But I never really got to say goodbye. 

Tonight felt like a wake. We talked about the good times, made fun of the mistakes we made together, and generally romanticized what was — when we really think about it — just a job. 

But it was more than a job, wasn’t it? We could have worked at any number of other places, if all we were looking for was a job. But a lot of Tweeps called it our dream job. We were doing work we enjoyed, with people we genuinely cared about, on a service we felt purpose-built to maintain and improve. I don’t know that this will ever exist again, definitely not for me. I cannot imagine a more perfect way to take the disparate skills I have and apply almost every single one of them in such a focused direction.

Seeing the service coming apart at the seams tonight has been incredibly hard. And I can’t look away. I took a little break to type this up, but even as I feel like I’ve said all I want to say right now, I find myself wanting to rush to the end, just so I can go back to the voices of the people who built that imperfectly beautiful platform. However, if you see me out in the next few weeks, and don’t mind listening to someone gush about a job I haven’t had for more than two years, ask me about Twitter. Istill have a lot more to say.

See you tomorrow?

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Somewhere

16 November 2022

Chalk board welcoming Twitter Design Day to The Assembly

The right of the people peaceably to assemble.

There were two bits of news which caught my eye today. The first broke early this morning regarding what is, essentially, a loyalty test for current Twitter employees. Apparently, the current owner gave people until 5 p.m. ET today to decide whether or not they were “hardcore” enough to continue to work for him. In the note, according to news reports, Twitter’s owner said, “At its heart, Twitter is a software and servers company …” 

The gasp I let out when I read that. 


But let’s park that for a moment while we talk about the other news bit I wanted to share. It’s the recent “On the Media” mid-week podcast episode about Twitter and Mastodon, their similarities and differences; take a listen before we move on:

Now one idea both these items have in common boils down to one of the fundamental values of Twitter: conversation. It’s not a stretch these days to say Twitter’s current owner fundamentally doesn’t understand its value. And his recent ultimatum to staff, reducing the platform down to — what was it again? — “software and servers,” is just so far off the mark. I mean, seriously, I’m having a hard time adequately putting into words how completely misguided this thinking is. 

But this isn’t the place to go on and on about everything he gets wrong. Instead, I want to point out just one of the many ways Tweeps used to think and work toward creating what we called “the conversation layer of the internet.” In 2018 (actually, it was exactly four years ago yesterday), the Design and Research team invited Priya Parker, author of The Art of Gathering: How We Meet and Why It Matters, to talk to us about how we could make sure that our work was helping create a place where people would feel comfortable to come to have those conversations. We learned about how people need to feel welcomed, we took part in workshops on how to shape constructive conversations, and we were constantly reminded that we were building to account for the unpredictability of humans. 

Now, if we think about Clive Thompson’s conversation with Brooke Gladstone on that embedded episode of “On the Media,” you’ll hear how the people who are fleeing for Mastodon are still doing some of the conversation curation work that we were trying to build into the product. But instead of Twitter’s product decisions helping keep you part of — or away from — particular discussions, on Mastodon, moderators are having to do the work that our product design decision used to do for you.

See, it’s much more than “software and servers.” 

As I revisit these ideas, I’m sad all over again. Twitter gets compared to a lot of other types of social media. But one thing that’s been true almost every day since its inception is that Twitter is not like any other platform. And no other platform will ever be like it. It attracted a certain type of person who favored the written word over video, was able to context-shift in the matter of 140 characters, and who were more than happy to speak truth to power and find a community of like-minded folks to gather with to make real change in the real world. Yes, the “Twitter is not real life” people have a point. But to ignore the influence people on Twitter were able to impose on the powerful is to completely ignore meaningful movements that have literally changed the world.

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Bones of Birds

15 November 2022

Growth mindset.

In light of recent news of Tweeps getting fired just for pointing out where the current owner is wrong, I wanted to share an anecdote of what it used to be like at Twitter when you wanted to share a dissenting opinion. Let’s get in our wayback machine together, shall we?

In the Summer of 2018, we were having many debates internally about which accounts should be allowed to remain on the platform. Among the most hotly debated, besides the then-president’s account, was one of a certain Sandy Hook-denying radio host. Jack sent an email to the entire company explaining the thinking and justification for keeping accounts like this alive on Twitter. And I was pissed. 

I drafted an email that I was ready to reply to Jack about what I thought about what we were doing. But I didn’t send it, letting my hot head cool for a bit, thinking maybe I was overreacting. And then we had our regularly scheduled all-hands meeting, called Tea Time.  

After welcoming new Tweeps and recognizing the work anniversaries of others, we moved on to launch updates and plans for the rest of the year. Then came the open Q&A, an important and perpetual part of every Tea Time. Although I don’t remember specific questions and answers, I remember a number of people openly and vigorously questioning our leadership about how and why this account — and others like it — were allowed to continue to spew lies and hatred on the service we were building. There was also a memorable moment involving a bar of soap. 

The answers left me longing. So, I revisited the email reply I had drafted, made a few revisions, and let it fly. Here is a copy of my response: 

Jack,

When this first landed in my inbox, I had an immediate — but poorly formed  — reactionary response. That reply stayed in my drafts folder until Tea Time on Friday. After your invitation to hear from us, I tried to put a bit more thought into this revised response. I hope you'll indulge me for a few minutes.

I whole-heartedly believe our work should be centered on the world’s public conversations, where every voice is allowed to speak. But to treat every voice as if it deserves the same amount of attention is more than misguided, it's dangerous. The easiest analogy I can come up with as an illustration as to why is emblazoned on our own walls: #BlackLivesMatter. I know I don't need to tell you why that hashtag is important. And the movement we’re able to help facilitate every day reinforces my belief that some voices, specifically those trying to correct injustices and advocating for a more equal world, need to be uplifted. As we make choices here, whether it's the shape of our default icon or how we train our machine learning models, our biases and lenses creep through. Being more aware of that, and coming up with strong, well-defined guidelines for how those decisions get made, makes us a better and more transparent company.

We have to be able to understand that there are voices in the world which have either been under represented, or downright silenced, and one of Twitter's greatest powers is providing a way for those to get the attention they deserve. I choose that word deliberately. Deserve. Like it or not, we are directly and indirectly deciding who deserves attention. When we sit back and let the voices on the platform decide who should get attention, we are reproducing the societal marginalization that brought the marginalized to our platform in the first place.

This is where the contradiction in my own argument becomes most threadbare. How can I, on one hand, vociferously advocate to uplift some marginalized voices while, on the other hand, insist on repressing the repugnant? The answer is simple: History. We pride ourselves on being able to learn. We learn from our colleagues. From our upbringing. From education. But we also learn from our mistakes, and the mistakes of those who came before us.

In your email, you said, “We have extremely thoughtful and empathetic people who want the best for all people out there, no matter their background or ideology.” I disagree. There are some ideologies that do not belong in a 21st century society. To ignore what we’ve learned, or reintroduce unenlightened ideologies of the previous centuries, sets us back not just as a company, but as a society. Racism. Sexism. Anti-Semitism. All of these are ideologies that have no place in a civilization that has made as much progress as ours. Just because our left-leaning perspectives happen to line up with humane, compassionate choices does not mean we should over-index or abandon them in an effort to be perceived as more balanced. We don’t need more balance, we need more humanity. And thus, there are some fundamentally benevolent biases that we should not be afraid to embrace. Otherwise, we risk introducing the paradox of tolerance, which can ultimately lead to this: Conspiracy Theories Are Eating This Alt Right-Friendly Site From the Inside.

Last point (and, if you're still reading this far, I’m humbled by your commitment) comes from the book What Price The Moral High Ground? by Cornell University’s Robert H. Frank. He makes an argument about enforcing social norms that guides a lot of my thinking when we discuss topics like this:

“… People associate with one another because — and only because — of the exchange of benefits they expect to reap in the process. Someone who abstains from associating with the violator of a social norm thus punishes not only the violator but also himself.”

We need to redefine our social norms. And we need to do it with confidence and empathy, epitomizing how it can be done in every company in Silicon Valley and beyond. At the same time, we have to be able to say there are some ideas so abhorrent they should not be uttered, much less allowed on our platform. Our recent policy changes provide many examples where we believe that.

I know these are unbelievably daunting decisions to make. But I also have confidence in our people to make the correct ones. I just hope we’re allowed to make them — choosing not to decide is still a choice. Let's make decisions that make us proud. Proud to be part of Twitter. Proud to grow as people. Proud to be humane.

As always, I thank you for your willingness to listen and learn from us.

Jack replied shortly afterward, thanking me for my input and addressing a couple of specifics. And to his credit, he replied every single time I wrote to him over my five years there. Even when I didn’t agree with our decisions, I always knew that he was listening to staff, taking opposing views into consideration, and sharing as much as he could about how our decisions were made.

This is all a long way of saying what is happening now at Twitter is antithetical to the culture that’s been built over the past decade and a half. When I started in 2015, there were 10 well-established company values, one of which was, “Communicate fearlessly to build trust.” What’s happening there now is the exact opposite of that. And even if the current owner wants to change the company culture, and its values, he’s not going to be able to do it overnight. Especially if he doesn’t communicate what the new expectations are.

As he unceremoniously fires more and more people, one thing is clear: Very soon, the loss of institutional knowledge is going to get so drastic that the institution will cease to exist. And at the rate he’s going, failure isn’t just a possibility, it’s an inevitability. Maybe even this weekend when the World Cup kicks off.

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All Your Lies

14 November 2022

We salute you.

Just a quick post to say thank you to all those currently at Twitter trying desperately to keep the wheels from falling off. But a special recognition to those Tweeps who are openly dispelling falsehoods from the current owner on the platform he owns. I know there are costs and consequences for you, but those should be for him. Thank you for sticking up for Tweeps, past and present.

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Fresh Tendrils

07 November 2022

The #OneTeam hashtag painted in white letters on a dark grey wall inside the Twitter HQ.

The writing was on the wall.

I tried to stay above the fray today. It was tough; there was lots to follow. But about halfway through the afternoon, I saw something on the Twitter Alumni Slack that changed both my focus and mood for the rest of the day: the #OneTeam Tweep Talent Directory.

Started by Chanddan Maloo, this is the compilation of hundreds of form entries to collect both the names, titles, and LinkedIn profiles of former Tweeps now looking for their next gig in one tab, and another tab with a collection of recruiters and companies who are looking to hire the amazing talent that has been so abruptly shunted off.  

I took some time to scroll through it, searching for familiar names from the Design and Research team. I wanted to find few, naively hoping my former teammates had already put enough pieces in place to weather this storm. But as I came across name after name, I realized I needed to get more involved. 

I sent each of them a message, commiserating about how shitty all this is and offering any help they thought I could provide. I also recommended they look through the current Google job listings to see if anything there piqued their interests; lawd knows how much we value internal referrals.

I’ve heard back from a few already, and we’re talking about how to narrow options and take some new steps in the next part of their career journey. But, if you’re reading this and you’re currently looking, too, please let me know how I can help. Although you know I’m trying (and occasionally failing) to stay off of The Bird App, you can still DM me, and I’ll probably see it sooner rather than later. Or, in an effort toward expediency, if you're interested in a Google gig, you can email me at my work address (my LDAP is srfox@). Whether we’re Tweeps or not, we’ll always be #OneTeam.

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Loud Love

06 November 2022

A neon sign, hanging on a wood panel wall, reads #LoveWhereYouWork.

Sign language.

Just a short post for you today because I’m feeling sentimental, and all the product thinking from yesterday makes me want to reevaluate how much time I should spend rehashing product decisions for a company which no longer employs me. With that in mind, let’s reminisce a bit about one of the big reasons I always wanted to be a Tweep: #LoveWhereYouWork. 

If you’re reading this (and thank you for that), then you probably know that Tweeps around the world have used this hashtag for years as a shorthand for the affection we have for the platform, people, and places we worked. But it’s more than a slogan. The hashtag developed organically, based in love, admiration, and gratitude.

Whenever I had guests visit the office, I always made sure to stop by the fifth floor so that I could share this story with each and every guest. And although in my almost five years working for Twitter, I only ever visited two other offices, I made sure to visit their #LoveWhereYouWork installations before I left. 

Our facilities team, which we called REW, made sure that while each office was unique and built to be part of the neighborhood fabrics in every city we were in, every office had consistent touches to make sure we could honor and represent what Lucy’s hashtag really meant. This idea, and the fact that we lived it every day, made me not just proud to work for Twitter, but lucky enough to work at Twitter as well. It’s one of those memories that, no matter what current ownership does to the product, will always be a part of what I loved about my time there.

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New Damage

04 November 2022

Two wooden cubes, engraved with company logos and #OneTeam, sit on top of a rainbow-striped notebook adorned with the same hashtag.

One time, one team, many memories.

Last night, shortly after I posted yesterday’s entry, I saw a link in the Twitter Alumni Slack for a Twitter Space featuring current and former Tweeps, and I reluctantly joined. I’m glad I did. In it were current and former Twitter employees sharing fond stories, favorite memories, and lots of honest, genuine admiration for each other and what we have built. One thing that stood out for me, though, was the intense sense of camaraderie. 

We talked about Tea Times and One Team and the stories behind how we got certain celebrities back on the platform. And, as the night grew later, and the tales got more sentimental, one thing was clear: There is nothing like Twitter. And no matter who owns it, nobody can take those memories away.

One story that was shared happened at a Tea Time in 2018, right after most other platforms were booting a certain loud-mouthed Texan with a penchant for denying the reality of a massacre of 26 teachers and children. Twitter, and Jack specifically, had decided not to follow suit. There’s a lot more I want to share about this later — and I intend to — but it was a reminder that no matter how much we loved each other and this platform, we had to continually face, and respond to, almost each and every unpredictable event the globe could throw at us. While still building for the future. It’s no wonder why our bond is so strong.

I tried my best to go about my day today as normal, but it was simply impossible. Seeing new members join the Slack, hearing their histories, and reuniting with people I haven’t talked to in more than two years meant the world to me. And just being able to commune and commiserate with them did me some good as I watched news story after news story come to the same realization we had already reached: Twitter will never be the same.

Today exhausted me, and I didn’t even get laid off! But all of this news has definitely taken an emotional toll. I just hope I’m able to redirect this sadness and angst into something more productive, like finding these Tweeps new roles, and helping maintain the community that’s sprung up out of the decomposing body of what was a living, vibrant, beautiful organism, thoughtlessly buried by all this needless turmoil. Here’s hoping that all this decomposition leads to many new blooms very soon.

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Fell on Black Days

03 November 2022

A Lithograph poster with a large hashtag and the words DreamJob, LoveWhereYouWork, LoveIsLove, JoinTheFlock, TwitterForGood, and OneTeam, each have a letter highlighted which spells out DESIGN.

Hashtag history.

I started drafting this right after getting out of this week’s therapy session. In a surprise to absolutely no one, what’s happening at Twitter was a big part of my conversation. I posted a shorter version of this in the relatively new Twitter Alumni Slack (if you are a former Tweep and need an invite, please let me know), but I wanted to flush out my initial thoughts here a little bit, in an effort to process the utter disaster that is happening to some of my former colleagues and current Tweeps right this minute. (For the most up-to-the-minute updates — assuming you’re avoiding Twitter like me — I’d recommend following the reporting of Mike Isaac, Casey Newton, and Will Oremus.)

One thing to keep in mind, please, as I think out loud tonight is this: The people being laid off, and the way it’s being done, is the most important aspect of this. There is nothing more important than their safety and wellbeing. The words I am grasping to collect here as this unfolds is just a desperate attempt to try and personally process all of this. There is just so little else I can do, other than watch newly former-Tweeps post in the Twitter Alumni Slack in real-time as their corporate access gets cut off.

From a practical standpoint, the Twitter Alumni Slack is at least a pragmatic focus, a distraction for good, helping Tweeps find their next role. It’s helped mitigate a lot of my rage and anxious energy, but there’s also a value — for me, at least — in acknowledging how sad all this is. Sad for current Tweeps. For former Tweeps. And especially for the ones being let go. Seeing something we put so much time, effort, and care into get completely gutted from the inside, it’s just heartbreaking. To paraphrase a thought I came across in one of the many, many links people have been sharing today, Twitter is no more. The service that people worked for will never be the same. And even if you survive the pending purge, the role you originally had, and the culture that surrounded it, is gone forever. 

As I’ve toiled with my own complicated feelings, I had been telling people it feels like I lost a friend. But today — and with apologies for the possible ableist language, I’m just trying my best here — I realized maybe it feels more like losing a limb in that an important part of me, something I used every day and relied on for multiple tasks and reasons, is now gone. Yes, I’m still here and able to function, but it’s not the same. And it’s never going to be the same.

I have no idea what additional trauma tomorrow will bring for Tweeps, but as I wrap up this attempt at trying to make some sense of absolutely anything at all, I want to make sure you know this: If you are a former Tweep, and you need something, no matter how big or how small, please let me know. 🫡

See you tomorrow?



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