Yesterday, this comment was left on the original Alex Blumberg post:
I grew up with Alex Blumberg. Apparently, he recently did a piece on "This American Life" about his dog killing my childhood pets. I just found this site by googling the name of his sister, because having people call me to tell me about the radio piece made me wonder what she was up to. It also got me really depressed thinking about my pets, but that's a different story. His sister's name, as it happens, is Kate, so "Kate Blumberg" got me here. I run into Alex every 5 years or so, and I will try to remember to direct him to your site. Sorry my projected time-frame is not very quick.
All the best,
It suddenly (and moronically) occurs to me that it's quite likely that Alex Blumberg will eventually find this site. In theory that was the entire point of the Alex Blumberg Experiment- that he would find this shrine, contact me and that we would fall into improbable love. This plan amuses me, and I have had great fun sewing this thread through my blog. To me this is a funny story I have created, inspired by a crush on an abstract person.
It is a bit unsettling for me to consider the actual Alex Blumberg. I have done practically no online investigation. My version of Alex Blumberg is created entirely by what I have heard on the radio, and my own imagination. It occurs to me that if he ever finds my blog, Alex Blumberg will instantly know much much more about me than I know about him. Weird. I'm feeling concerned about the high potential for embarrassment here.
I take comfort in the fact that the basic concept of the Alex Blumberg Experiment is sound. In order for him to find this blog, he has to google himself. Sure, it's a bit embarrassing that I have created a shrine to a stranger, but come on, the guy sits around googling himself all day. What an ego on that guy, geez. See how that works? I may be a goober for creating this situation, but he is also a goober for falling for the bait. See? My plan includes a face saving trap. I may be lame, but so are you. This is an immature stance I realize, but faced with the prospect of a real live man confronting me with the damning evidence that is this website, I will take any small comfort I can get.
And lets say he does find the site. Why do we google ourselves anyway? Isn't the secret hope of all self googlers that somewhere, out there in the internet, there is a secret shrine devoted to us? Why else would we google our own name? We are looking for unexpected information about ourselves. We are looking for a glimpse at what other people see when they see us. I hope that at the very least, Alex Blumberg will be flattered to discover that a perfect stranger, albeit a weirdo, saw fit to create one hell of an interesting google link.