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10/12/2006: "Life and the Art of Redacting"
I’ve always written down my thoughts as a way to process…I’ve been keeping journals since I was…14 or so, and I continued until I started my blog in 2003. I think the transition to the Blogosphere was particularly easy for me; initially because no one was reading it. But as with most people who’ve dabbled in baring one’s soul online, there comes a point where you start to feel a little weird.
Take for example earlier this week. I had to call my doctor’s office to check on some blood work. The receptionist answered the phone,
Me: “Hi, this is Elise Tomlinson”
She: Audible gasp
Me: “Hello?”
She: “You’re never going to believe this…I’m reading your blog right now!”
Me: “Uh, really?”
It turns out she was looking for someone to run a diagnostics on her computer and my blog came up in Google just before I called. She was freaking out, saying nothing like that had ever happened to her before. I just felt uncomfortable and wanted to find out my results.
My point is, my blog comes up in lots of random Google searches, and it’s not just people from across the seas who read it. In my stats (which I don’t bother checking anymore) I used to see multiple (daily) hits from IP ranges here on campus, for example, and I have no idea who these people are. My boss? One of my students? The creepy guy who tries to cover my hand with his (mouse encounters) when I have to help him on the computer?
Not to mention the fact that after my last couple of entries (about Blueberry Hill, which was very innocent btw, and posting my Halloween costume)...I received several *very* inappropriate emails!
I don’t want to write if it’s just going to be sanitized BS and yet, I find I can’t write about * or how I * * * * *! Or how sometimes * * * * * * *.
I'm going to keep writing here about ideas for art projects and posting works in progress (yes, I have some of those coming soon!) etc… but maybe, for the other stuff, I need to break out the pen and paper again? Let's see, how does that go? Oh yes...Dear Diary,
