I’m thinking about making a new page, a snappier one that’s less artsy, and perhaps more techie? Or maybe a combination of techie and artsy. Anyway, so I thought about how I want my new “about me” page to look. Here’s a thought:

There are many things that I miss here in New England, a list of which actually would tell a lot about me: I miss generally friendly people, my parents, country music, warm weather, relatively less stress, black tie formals, novels, slower pace, friends, reading the newspaper every morning with breakfast, conservatives (or rather just moderates since I really can’t stand hard right religious conservatives).

Things I don’t miss: nagging parents (though they don’t really nag me anymore, which makes me miss them more and makes me feel guilty for thinking bad things about them when they nag me), people who hate lgbt, 100+ degree summers.

Then I thought … why must I make an “about me” page anyway? Who really cares? Are these pages simply on the web as a means of spewing self-importance? People who read it probably are my friends and would then know me anyway, and hopefully know the information I put on this page … and when it comes down to it, I really don’t think there are people out there dying to find out more about me. Those same non-existent people are also not going to go google me to find a webpage to learn more about me. Same with this blog … mostly I write for myself, so why have stuff like this??

All of this probably goes once again to my conforming nature … everybody has an “about me” page if they have a webpage. In fact, beginning web design classes usually walk you through designing a page about yourself. So naturally, I have one. And also, it’s interesting running into a friend I haven’t seen in a while and realize that he knows a lot about what’s going on in my life. How? He’s a loyal “conjured activism” reader. The debates about whether or not this is awkward will have to be saved for another entry.