I’VE BEEN GOOGLED — by Steve Nadis
Like many people, I suspect, I can’t resist checking out some of the odd listings that come up under my name. I don’t mind, for example, when a University of Arizona professor puts an article I wrote (“Poetry for Chemists”) on his syllabus for English 102, especially when my name appears alongside Walt Whitman, E.E. Cummings, and Vladimir Nabakov. (All I can say to that professor is: What on Earth were you thinking?)
For me, the biggest shocker in my latest act of self-Google (a short step, I might add, from self abuse) came when another article I wrote, “Cosmic Speed Trap,” which concerns plans for catching ultrahigh-energy cosmic rays, ended up in the Grade 10 Reading Section of the Florida Comprehensive Assessment Test, right after an essay by Russell Baker. I’m not a big fan of standardized tests, though I’m flattered Russell Baker and I were the only ones to make the cut, and I’d hate to see the academic dreams of some kids dashed because I failed to adequately explain what happens when an energetic proton, traveling at virtually the speed of light, slams into our atmosphere. To any readers who fall into this hapless category, please accept my heartfelt apologies. I’m sorry there’s no much I can do about it. In fact, I never would have known about any of this had not the aforementioned reader contacted me and set me wandering down that Vanity Road otherwise known as Google.
Self-googling is immoral, apart from the fact that it will rot your mind.
Now Burt, why do you have to go around spreading rumors like that?
Snake, you best keep this under your hat. I have a feeling a lot of people stuck working at drive-thru windows would like to get their hands on you.
I guess that’s OK so long as they’re not intent on strangling me, which is, I’m afraid, an all-too-common response.
All right, I admit it. Once, when I was in a very low point, I Googled myself. But thankfully I’ve pulled my life together since then.
Thank you Lindsey. That is truly an inspirational tale.
I thought about Googling myself tonight but resisted the urge.
Good for you Lindsey. You’re a tribute to your, uh,… Well let’s just say you’re a tribute. Can I say that?
Thanks, I’ve always wanted to be a tribute.
I never self-Google. My eyesight is bad enough already.
Good for you, Roses. You’re a tribute as well.