NYC Michael (aka snommiT) blogged today about the art of "googling". About googling past Slippery Rock crushes and guys named Boris. About how googling brings the past present and leads to all things potential and possible; a future winding road right at the bend. You know what I mean. Connecting.

What you may not know is B and I are a "google" couple. B-- age 17--dating Kristen Keller in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. B-- age 28-- googling Kristen Keller from his office in Houston, Texas. Only he bumped into whirlygirl. Again and again and again. Damn web crawlers and their conspiring ways.

Last night on a walk home from buying saltines and Oreos at CVS and during our 8,482nd talk this week about money and future and P L A N S, B suddenly realized that he should have engaged in a more advanced search. Just some of the possibilities we discussed over lunch today:

• "kristen keller" + "M.D."
• "kristen keller" + "ESQ."
• "kristen keller" + "independently wealthy"
• "kristen keller" + "socialite"
• "kristen keller" + "debutante"
• "kristen keller" + "trust fund"
• "kristen keller" + "major inheritance"
• "kristen keller" + "famous, wealthy inventor of most amazing invention-type thing"

Or at the very least: "kristen keller" - "basement apartment" - "looming, crushing debt"

Exodus Quartet, Way Out There

Alain de Botton, The Consolations of Philosophy

how will I find Todd the nickle that I owe him for using his trademarked phrase, "packages, packages, packages"^TM, without permission?

Ketel One, Tanqueray No. Ten, French dry vermouth, and blue cheese-stuffed olives... dirty martinis, anyone?

a boyfriend devoid of bronchial infections

digging the lint out of my belly button... that B just transplanted there from his own belly button (sick!)