Relocated

So here's what happened.

Some students did a google search for a girl's name and found pictures I had posted from class. While my site tracking revealed that the googlers from HISD computers had only looked at that particular photo gallery and not at the rest of the (damning) evidence that their teacher is, yes, a REAL LIVE HUMAN BEING, I thought it prudent to hide the evidence anyway.

That being said, I'm not about to sacrifice the only medium that keeps me writing on a regular basis.

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More proof that I absolutely must go see Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind in this NYTimes article about digital deletion (you might need a password, but it's worth it).

Dating in the information age means that more of my boyfriends than not have had e-mail, instant messenger, cell phones, etc., and yes, I've probably google-searched them. I've had serious confrontations over the "relationship status" box on Friendster ("what do you mean you're 'single'????"); sent scathing, relationship-ending emails; de-buddied and re-buddied ex's in my buddy list to avoid seeing their away messages; and cried about it all on my weblog.

It's all incredibly documented, and instantly deletable. Zap. Clean slate. What the article fails to mention that that it's also instantly regretable, which is why I recommend a 24-hour "waiting period" before you do something silly, like delete yourself from Friendster.