So it is with Google, one moment you're on top of the world, the next moment your spiraling (also spiralling) out of control. I posted a blog entry less than two weeks ago titled "This blog is number one!". In the entry, I talked about how a Google search for "Domenichini" brought my blog up as the number one entry. Later that day, I checked it again and I had slipped to number two.
Today, I checked it yet again only to find that I have slipped to the number four position. The carnage. The inhumanity. Cats and dogs living together, mass hysteria. Where will I be by the time you read this entry? It's anybody's guess. Go ahead, don't worry about me. Go ahead, look! But don't tell me my ranking. It's just a bit too much right now:
This is my Domenichini ranking at the moment.
Let me give you a picture. People love pictures.
Let me give you another picture. It all relates, trust me.
Okay, so why the pictures? Becuase as I noticed that my Domenichini-ness was in question, I started looking at other Domenichini-related links in my Google search. Somehow, what I concluded was this:
- I'm barely Italian at all anymore.
- I don't know what my family and friends are up to.
- I can't remember my grandfather's full name.
Okay, so why the pictures? Oh yeah. The first picture highlights the village of Montemarcello amongst a larger region in northern Italy. Here's a link about the village: Montemarcello explained in any of five languages. If I understand this correctly, my grandfather grew up there. Okay, it's like this: I was looking at all these Domenichini links and a lot of them are Italian. Actually, I'm Italian, too. The name is Italian, so this all makes sense. It just kind of struck me. I used to feel pretty Italian, not that I ever spoke Italian, but still.
Now, I probably speak 10 to 20 times more Chinese than I do Italian. Over the years, I've talked to real Italians. You know the kind from Italy? And I've come to find that I don't even say my last name right. They say the "do" of Domenichini like "Doe." I've always said it like "Duh," which describes how I feel right about now.
So anyway, there I am looking at all this real Italian Domenichini stuff. Luckily, a fair amount of it is in English. All the same, it's apparent that I've not only lost my top Domenichini ranking in Google Search, I've also lost at least four-fifths of my italian-ness. That's why I looked up Montemarcello. I wanted to get back to my roots. Unfortunately, I've never been to Montemarcello or to Italy for that matter. I was in Germany once. I really look more German, so it somehow seemed appropriate.
About the second picture, that's my brother's company. He's the handsome one. Okay, I'd better be more clear. He's the one in the middle. I came across the link for his company on the second page of my Domenichini search. Here's a link to his company: http://www.drdcon.com/.
I mean, I've been to his web site before, I'm just stating that I came across it on the second page of my Domenichini search. That's all. Plus I'm blogging about him now. So, I'm obviously not a bad or negligent brother or anything like that. Clearly! I noticed that the web site had changed a lot since I last looked at it. I never saw that group picture before either. But I am blogging about it right now, which certainly show's a brotherly bond. Somehow, this got me to thinking how I haven't much talked to family or friends lately. You know, things get in the way: life, duties, responsibilities, all that.
By the way, my cousin is also in that picture. I don't want to point him out, because he's kind of shy that way. To me, he's the one who looks the most like my brother, but I don't want to say too much since, like I said, he doens't like people fussing over him or anything.
So with all that stuff going through my head about Italian, Domenichini, family, and friends, I realized that I don't know what my grandfather's full name was. I remember he told me once and I thought I had it in my head, but I tried to think of it again and I came up with "Aldo Nicolino Giovani Domenichini." It seems like a decent approximation. I remember that it went on for a couple of minutes like that. However, I'm sure it's not exactly right. In fact, in this blog entry, I've probably messed up a few things. Still, it's a nice effort, don't you think?
"Eh shoo." My grandfather used to say that all the time. I've probably spelled it wrong. Also you have to imagine it being said with an Italiain accent. I thought I ought to throw that in. I believe it meant, "Yeah sure!" He'd also throw in "der, der" a lot. I think that meant "there, there." I always took the whole phrase to mean, "Don't worry. Everything will be just fine." So I might ask, "Grandpa, is it okay that my Domenichini ranking is slipping?" And he might say, "Eh shoo, der der, I'll cook some polenta tonight, a little baccala, couple glasses of wine. You'll forget all about that Google Search stuff, der, der. Sit down. Take it easy. I'll take care of everything." And, you know, the best thing about it was that he would, he really would.