Driving around town the other day I came across a man dressed as a chicken and holding a sign directing people to a fast-food restaurant. As I got closer I saw that he had taken his chicken head off and was looking down at something in his hands. I thought at first he might be reading a book, but then I saw that he was tapping a BlackBerry. Maybe looking for another job. Still, it seemed somehow depressing: a man dressed as a chicken and a prisoner to technology. It was a bit like seeing Billy the Marlin checking his e-mail during a baseball game. But then I thought, with an almost beatific feeling: Perhaps he's tweeting.