My top Domenichini ranking is slipping

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.

Montemarcello Italy

Let me give you another picture. It all relates, trust me.

D.R.Domenichini Construction

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:

  1. I'm barely Italian at all anymore.
  2. I don't know what my family and friends are up to.
  3. 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:

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.


This is wonderful - I love staying in contact with my friends.

Posted by Linda Jo Bruton on May 29, 2007 at 12:41 AM PDT #

I think your cousin is the one on the far left. I love your description of your grandfather. Everyone should have someone who says, "There, there. Don't worry. Sit down. I'll cook you a nice meal." Such a person is essential, really.

Posted by Doreen Gifford on May 29, 2007 at 05:29 AM PDT #

I really enjoyed this blog. Well done. I especially liked the part about "Grandpa". I was fortune enough to know him myself. (I am John's Brother). Good luck John, in climbing the ladder back up to number one. Sheesh... I'd be happy just to be on page one of the Google search instead of page two.

Posted by David Domenichini on May 29, 2007 at 11:28 AM PDT #

I am much less Italian than John Domenichini, yet I am proud to be Italian. I love Lamborghini the best because of its last four letters. Wahh, John Domenichini did not mention me! That's all right though, I am not offended or anything. Uncle John..get us to number one on the Google site!

Posted by Mathew Domenichini on May 29, 2007 at 01:18 PM PDT #

John & David Your Grandparents were very special to me & my family growing up. We had some great summers in "Sopranno land". Hope to see you both before we start social security!

Posted by ERNESTO' on May 29, 2007 at 11:39 PM PDT #

I'm happy to read your blog to boost its Google popularity! I can relate to the distant ethnic connection as a German-American who never eats German food except hotdogs on occasion and doesn't even own a "dirndle." Thanks for adding some much-needed humor to my day.

Posted by Rebecca LInquist on May 30, 2007 at 05:55 AM PDT #

I'm not Italian I am Irish but I thought he's name was Aldo Romano Diviando (or is that your uncle). He had a brother I think Louie but not sure how many others. Manja (eat) was an expression I remember. Haven't been to Monte Marcello but was in Rome and one of the relatives used to own or run a hotel there. Mamaja de oblo. My Italian comes out Gaelic. Good liuck in your quest

Posted by Chris Domenichini on June 11, 2007 at 02:58 AM PDT #

I looked Aldo John was first on Google

Posted by Chris Domenichini on June 13, 2007 at 08:11 AM PDT #


Posted by John Domenichini on June 13, 2007 at 08:21 AM PDT #

Bravo John! Got me thinkin' of my own lovely grandma...she's no more, but whenever I smell my rosary beads (sandalwood) it rustles up memories of her...

Posted by manju on July 15, 2007 at 11:59 AM PDT #

Don't break a hip, der-der, going down the steps to get a second bottle of our favorite twist-off bottle of red - after you've had your 3rd Presbyterian.

A "Presbyterian" is an alcoholic beverage that consists of:

A) 1/3 whiskey: in grandpa's case, Canadian Club
B) a bit less than 2/3 club-soda
C) with a soupcon of ginger-ale, to fill in that last 2/3 benign liquid.

And after a couple of these "high balls plus ginger", (this is really what a Presbyterian ultimately consists) which Aldo imbibed in while cooking - yes - he would always find a way to make room for a "few" glasses of that classic twist-cap, red wine that 'us kids' would poach right under his nose; you know, for our good time - der, der.

I'm missing those days:
\*fogged window pains
\*more pasta
\*blue-fish, palenta, and red sauce
\*fresh salad drowned in Wish Bone blue cheese dressing
\*an array of fresh and stale toasted bread
\* and plenty of margarine for his visiting grandson - John Domenichini - to lather up both sides of the bread with.
\*loads of Soda

Nothing like a bunch of kids loaded with starch, carbs, poached wine, and cola to get things rolling before a hyperactive game of rummy.

But, to you readers; no: this is no put down. These were truly my fondest memories of having John over at his grandmother and grandfather's house (Rose & Aldo, respectively). When John and David came (the grandchildren of Rose & Aldo) me - a consistent visitor, the Clemente's and other periphery visitors would flock the house with fan fair, love, and a happy din that created a natural high for me.

Before the night was truly over, you'd invariably hear from Rose:
"then homework and to bed, youzed kids".

Posted by twist-off steve on February 11, 2009 at 05:52 PM PST #

Well Mr. Taylor, you little stinker. If we can just get Jenny to chime in, we'll have the whole gang.

Posted by John Domenichini on February 12, 2009 at 02:45 PM PST #

Yes, and we'll play Jenny's little 'Rose and Aldo' game, der, der, der.

I don't know if you remember that little peccadillo of hers. It was quite remarkable for a third grader to create such a game; the rendering and the production quality wasn't all that bad.

She could be a "nasty" little girl.

Oh, don't forget Jeannie Yoon, either. I'm not sure if you remember her pulling this little antic: "Oh grandpa, let me sit in your lap and play with your hair", as she'd inevitably take the hair that resided on both sides of Aldo Sr's scalp and make little "diablo" horns.

Yeah my man, there was a lot of little stuff you missed during the 50 weeks you weren't around. <heh>

Sun lets you keep your blog up even after you left them?!!? WTF to that. But, good for you! Shit, sounds like you've learned a few sleazy stevie t. tricks to manipulate the odds to your favor. Cool. A little t. goes a long way in this karmic universe.

Posted by twist-off steve on February 19, 2009 at 07:29 PM PST #

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