Who Loves… me?

March 7, 2009

My brother has given our Dad the nickname “stat master” because of his ability to remember endless amounts of statistical data as well as his desire to acquire said information.  While I haven’t earned such a nickname, I must admit that I love looking at stats, especially search logs.

It amazes me what people type into search engines that ends up landing them on various posts in this blog.  Most of them are very logical and not surprising (eg: a search for my name).  But every now and then I come across one that catches my eye.  For example, this week someone searched for “jack johnson guitar” and somehow landed on my blog.  This is surprising because there are hundreds of thousands of pages with those words on them and somehow someone found one of mine.

But this week I stumbled on one of the greatest search referrals in my life.  Someone searched for “I love Ryan Grimm”, I actually let out a little laugh when I saw that.  Immediatly I started to wonder if a celebrety or artist popped up with my name, thankfully it doesn’t look like it.  So what was someone looking for when they typed that into a search engine?  Is it possible that they were actually looking for me?  I doubt it.  But it at the very least, it’s nice to know that someone out there is searching for their love of a Ryan Grimm.

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The Return

March 7, 2009

Yep, I’ve been away from my blog for pretty much five months which is both alarming and saddening.  One of the reasons I started this blog is so I could share my thoughts and experiences with those that are interested.  So on the surface it kind of looks like I haven’t had a thought or done anything for the last five months.  Fortunately the surface doesn’t tell the right story.

The reality is that too many things have been going on and in some cases, things of the wrong type.  I’m sure we’ve all had points where we knew that if we opened our mouth we’d end up saying the wrong thing.  So I’ve been exercising some self control and holding off on sharing until I was confident that I’d be happy with what I had to say.  The only downside of this is that I inadvertently stopped talking about all of the fantastic and fun things that have been going on as well.

The result is a feeling of constipation.  I’ve got so much stuff to share that it’s a little overwhelming and I’m not sure where to begin!  But I’m anxious to sort it out because some of the experiences are fairly unique and the amount that I’ve learned in this duration has no match to any other period of my adult life.

I’ll be sharing again, thanks for being patient.