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December 3, 2012

Pictures of me According to Google

One day instead of doing what I should have been doing, writing,  I googled Susanne Brent Images and this is what I found. This wacky photo of me with a blue boa and pink glasses. This picture is definitely is not the photo I want the world to see, especially if I want to be taken seriously as a writer. Does that look like a Pulitzer Prize winner? Yuck. My hand looks like a man's hand. My hair is flat. It's so not how I want to be remembered.
Yet, I have no way of removing this photo from cyber space. None. Yikes!

Well, it's my fault for posting it to start with, but at the time I thought it was funny. Hindsight is always, well, it's a waste of time, looking behind and wishing away those silly things we did weren't so. So I tried to ignore that unfortunate photo as I scrolled through the images of me, and I found this photo. Really!
My refrigerator. Uh huh. Is this a big hint from the universe for me to go on a diet? I know sometimes I look wide, but I didn't think I'd gotten as big as a kitchen appliance. No Christmas cookies for me.

Here's another photo listed under my name according to google.
That jaunty fellow on the boat with the tight abs is George Brent...an old actor from a long time ago. We're not even related.  I was beginning to get a bit bummed out until I saw this gal, some of you just might know her, being attributed to being me. Better than a refrigerator,  but there's a little thing called accuracy.
 Though my mind did wander to, you guessed it, Brad Pitt, and for a moment I tried to imagine what it might be like to be Angelina Jolie and have seen Brad Pitt naked. Hey, this is the kind of thing you think after you find a refrigerator and a long dead actor listed under your name. Speaking of dead, this photo was included as Susanne Brent.
That freaked me out so I decided to just be happy about that the dumb photo of me with the pink glasses and blue boa. So what if I don't look like a real writer? At least in the photo I'm smiling and not six feet under.

The thing is we have no control about what photos are going to be listed as us on google. Just realizing that can be freeing. It's out of our hands. Here's a challenge, when you are done reading my blog google your name. Some of you may already have and never want to do it again. Some of you might like what you see. Some of you don't care. But I encourage you to do it, just for kicks. Googling your name is like looking through a giant techno file cabinet and your sorting through all the misplaced files listed as being you. As far as I know, though, you can't remove the file and tear it up. That's progress for ya!

Finally, this photo of me is included in the Susanne Brent image collection.   So what if I don't look like a mature, dignified, writer. I don't act like one either, and I never thought I'd win a Pulitzer, anyway. I've got this jolly old guy on my side, and no matter how old we become we are always kids at heart. So thanks Google for reminding me to lighten up.

 Merry Christmas from Santa Claus and me. xoxo


Expostulator said...

It seems that you are short of things to do. Your refrigerator is trying to tell you that you need to get a life.

Angelina and you? I will buy that with the caveat that you are a real people, She is just an image, beautiful, but unreal.

Of course being seen in public in a blue boa with pink shades says a few things about your intestinal fortitude.

Write on!

SunsetCindi said...

I left a comment several days ago but it's not here so here I go again. I love the picture with the boa and that is so you and appropriate to come up when you are googled. What an interesting thing to do, maybe I'll try it and see what happens. Love that you take pictures with Santa. I did that as a teen and need to do it again, good for you!