
While I was looking over the logs for the site, and visiting the page of anyone who had visited mine (this is what I did Friday night, seriously), my attention was called to a failed referrer link. So I visited the site, and came upon an interesting facet of Google I had never made use of before: image search. Apparently, a picture I once had on my front page had been culled by their machine. Countless pictures from countless sites have been collected there.
You can search using any word, say, your own name. For those of us who engage in the self-gratifying act of occasionally looking ourselves up on the internet (not me, of course, I never engage in the "vanity search," as Adam informs me it's called), this engine yields instant, and exponentially greater satisfaction. People with unusual names get sort of used to having exclusive ownership of the thing. But there are about ten million images of things and people who aren't me, that still show up when I search for Helena. It's almost laughable. Of course, it probably makes sense to the people who named the photographs helena.jpg for whatever reason.
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