This is a test.
A test to determine if I really want to be Out There.
On the Internet.
The other day, I conducted another test. I Googled myself. In order to monitor the information about me that is disseminating on the world wide web. And I found very little - I was buried beneath other, lesser (or Grander), me's. My anonymity felt so warm and cozy. I was safe in a blanket of privacy. There was no one looking in the window, no one watching. When the whole world, not to mention your government, is watching everyone all the time, you can imagine how nice it feels to be independent and obscure. I can disappear into a new city, a new life, a new world, and they can't follow me.
Of course, despite my lack of Google-ability, my government was the first to find me. And summon me to jury duty. I don't even live in my country anymore!
All I want is to be left alone.
Well. . . That is arguably a fallacy.
In fact, much of this blog may turn out to be fallacious.
I'm married to Bruce Springsteen.
See?
But you would never know . . .
I don't like this Internet.
I want to go back inside.
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2 comments:
Thanks for your comment on my blog. About immigration - it seems like France is even more xenophobic than the U.S. Id' be interested to read about your take on that as your stay goes on.
I'm similarly afflicted with a love/hate for the internet and my presence on it (in it? what is the proper preposition, oh artisan of words?). In the end, my latent narcissism always wins. What is your decision rule for your test of whether or not to stay?
France is crazy xeno. They look at brown people with even more suspicion than New England Republicans. When I went to the Ministry for my visa, they made all these Northern Africans wait outside on the street, and they waived me on in. I felt dirty.
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