Occasionally I google my own name. I know it’s a sign of vanity, but I also want to see what friends and enemies are going to see when they google me.
The Law of the Web is that if you don’t want the world to know your business, don’t put it online. I always figured the law couldn’t be applied retroactively to things you did before Al Gore invented the Internet. (Isn’t there something in the Constitution about ex post facto prosecution?) But I’m now discovering that some of my ancient, distinctly pedestrian, cub-reporter stuff – like this – is somehow being dredged up from well-deserved oblivion by Google News.
Isn’t there some statute of limitations for deeds done before the Web created the threat of perpetual worldwide embarrassment? Can’t what happened in the 1980s stay in the 1980s? What will I find on the Internet next – my third grade report card?