I blush... I google... Myself...

And in doing so, I discover things. Like... I can't figure out how THIS happened...

It pleases me. Because it feels especially nice when your name is in (however tiny) lights, because someone else plugged the sign in, not because you forced them to plug the sign in ... or because you (read:blogger) plugged the damn sign in yourself...

But it brings us to the awful habit of the masturbatory google. Either you have googled yourself, or you are stupid, or your name is like, Sarah Smith or John Jones (and you don't want to weed through all of the ancestry.com crap and the 12K runs for cancer entries), or you will surely enter the kingdom of heaven because you are less self-involved than the rest of us.

I'm curious. What have you discovered about yourself through google? I have discovered much.

And in other (related) news (which is to say, internet discoveries)... I discovered a wonderful poet named Ariel Greenberg on a wonderful site called Riley Dog. You should check em both out!