Google Me

"The problem is, after a week of intense Googling, we've started to burn out on knowing the answer to everything. God must feel that way all the time. I think people in the year 2020 are going to be nostalgic for the sensation of feeling clueless."

~JPod, Douglas Coupland

Shortly before I began blogging, I Googled myself. I was curious to know if there was a "Nadine Bells" cult out there. Or if someone had started a hate site, dedicated to some heart-crushing anguish that I obliviously inflicted. But alas, there were only three results. And they were all me. And rather boring.

Now that I have a cute little freelancing career, my web presence has increased dramatically. But because this site has very few references to my last name, it rarely pops up in search engines. If you're looking for me, that is. If it's content you're after, you'll find it. I think I was being cautious when I first began blogging; I wasn't sure if I wanted people to know my full name. But I blog under the real thing elsewhere, so I've given up any dreams of anonymity.

Besides, the blog name gives it away:

Rings on her fingers and Bells on her toes

Today, there are 1020 Google results. I'm practically famous. And you know what famous people have? They have fancy little biographical blurbs.

I have one.


P.S. I secretly love that, to my knowledge, I'm the only Nadine Bells on the planet.