So... I've been playing around with this blog more. Under "Stats" on my blog I can look up all kinds of info about where my readership is coming from. Right now most of the people who normally read my blog have joined collective blogs and websites to which I sometimes contribute, but I continue with this blog since I find it the best way to express and access my thoughts and feelings, through a distance of time and geography. Carrying a journal can't really compare. And try sharing it!
Google traces people reading my blog from 43 countries. The vast majority of the people who have visited did so accidentally. How do I know? Because, creepy as it sounds, Google can show me their words in the search bar of the page in which they searched. For example: someone in the last week, I don't know who, searched on Google for the words "how to make snow come." The second hit, on the list of results Google gave her, was exactly wrong. It was my song, three or four posts back from here, "When the Snow Comes and Falls in the South." Kinda hilarious. My song has nothing to do with making snow come. Moreover, who searches with such a fascinating patois as "make snow come." That word "come" fascinates me. Was it demanded by the obvious trouble that simply asking how to make snow my generate? Some people might be inclined to instruct one in snow making by shaving ice. Others would demand that reverse sublimation, as in Nature, be reflected. The nerdiest would be frustrated when the resulting snow didn't limit itself to six sided crystals. "That snow is crappy... it's just unreal!"
Dare I search "how to make authentic snow?" What song might that generate? Probably a Head and Shoulders jingle.
Another person searched " "aunt.peg" + (swallowing or swallows or swallow)" "
Well, I don't know whether it makes me more uncomfortable that I have an Aunt Peg, or that someone found me while looking for whatever that is!
Lets see where I come in when I search for that: (I search, and read a few pages of hits....) Hmmm... someone must of had a long night. Apparently "Aunt Peg" doesn't refer to the Aunt Peg I mention in my blog, my Mom's Aunt. But rather, a very busy pornstar who is either frequently "swallowing" or sometimes "swallows" or has been known on occasion to "swallow." Kudos to the searcher for leaving no stone unturned. And.... I didn't have the patience to wade through all the hits until I found a small mention of my Aunt Peg, by myself, in my blog, from a post I wrote a year ago. I hope Aunt Peg never searches for herself, on Google. Bottoms up!
Someone searched for "andy coffey blog." Now we're talking. The only problem is the number of Andy Coffey's out there. Boy oh boy.... there's a ton. Most of them in and around Louisville and the Midwest. Journalists and TV personalities, and lots and lots of dead people. I can assume the dead people didn't blog.... to an extent. There must be an Andy Coffey somewhere about to die... I hope it isn't me. My mourners would be searching for my blog.... gee wiz, let's just hope someone was looking for me, this blog, and found it. Good for you.
Somebody in Britain looks me up frequently. Someone in New York City. Obviously people in Sweden and Denmark. There's a couple of instances an Ipad was used in New Mexico..... hmm.. Now what would someone out in the blasted Desert be doing with one of those things? Who knows?
You wouldn't believe what Google will tell you if you simply ask.