If you put some thought into it, it's not an odd thing to have someone famous or in the spot light come across your blog. If I were to type something about Scarlett Johanson in my blog, and she one day decided in an incredibly boring state to search for her name on Google, she would, eventually (after a long long trek I mean) come across my blog, especially as blogger.com is owned by Google.
But this was really brought to light from an article by Newsnight Editor, Daniel Pearl, of the BBC. He was basically stating the obvious to many tech heads, but the not so obvious to those out there who think they can write a blog and keep it private between friends and family.
Last year I had another blog on the go via Wordpress. It was a little more personal than this one, with my name and photo being published up on a regular basis. The one thing that got me all exicted about blogging though and really brought my attention to what Daniel mentioned, is that an old old friend managed to track me down to an e-mail address via a search for my name in Google. After browsing for a few pages she came across my name on a website to which she clicked. To her amazement, she saw my photo and a diary of my past year in London and instantly e-mailed me.
And we're now talking a regular basis over MSN Messenger again. Fun stuff!
Profile Of One
- Tiga
- London, United Kingdom
- What to say, what to write, what to do? I'm young male who is still working out much of what life is about, although every day I wake I'm more confident and more aware of my surroundings to let me know what's what. My ambition in life is to earn as much money as possible in order to keep myself comfortable and not die premature from stress or another illness - I'm not greedy, far from it, but a family upbringing of both wealth and near-poverty has taught me that although money isn't everything, it really does help. I've seen relationships fail based purely on this. Other than that I'm fun, outgoing, friendly and optimistic about as much as I can be without being too naive. For those that care, living in a large capital city such as London really does make you grow some large balls in order to survive. Although born in this luxurious and sometimes flaky capital, I grew up in a small town in the middle of England - I thought I had balls then, but London really does take it out on you and you'll only survive if you can hold your own.
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