Warning: nothing to do with dance…

Well, who’d a thunk it. An ex-partner (that’s the nice, ambiguous word that we gay folk sometimes use to denote serious relationships) has become an angler (no, not an angel…a fisher-person). I moved to Albuquerque to be with her, but stayed on when she moved on to Chicago, then back to the west coast, then on to Minneapolis, and further north to Duluth, where she seems to have become addicted to fly-fishing…and to have written a book about it: Northern Waters. With a little more googling, I even found where her daughter hangs out on the web (a Motley Fool forum, of all places), and, by dint of reading many conversations-among-people-that-I-don’t-know posts, figured out that she’s newly-engaged, and newly-graduated (maybe a medical records person? it was hard to tell). Anyway, I was intrigued to find out how much I could find out with a little bit of googling.

In fact, this whole thing started because of an article I read about Google. A quote:

The first thing a Google virgin attempts is the often humbling experience of typing one’s own name into the query line. The next search is inevitable—a Google dragnet to determine the fate of old flames.

I realized I’d never really done that, so I thought I’d try. It’s pretty amazing.

You may wonder why I have a google search field on my site…did you think it was for your convenience? Not.