April 13, 2005

Google searches that led to my blog

First some that make me look all cultural:

monet's drawing method
scholarly article on Hanging Fire by Audre Lorde
Nikki Giovanni poem luxury analysis
Monet's palette
horrible rhymes
most popular poems on crushes
Whitman on Keats
I hate Heathcliff

Then the ones that make me look all spiritual and shit:

papal edict women lay
monastic guesthouses
leaving monastery
monastery conyers
Benedictine monastery
papal edict
Conyers GA Monastery
monte olivetti florence

The ones that make me look like a fashion designer:

bullfighter costume
magician's assistant costume boots
parachute hoopskirt
trendy ski lodge outfit
benedict arnold costume ideas
what to wear to funerals
debutante slouch
eveyone loves an italian boy pillowcase

The lonely late night searches:

blog spot skinny dipping
jess dive naked
skinny dipping clothes stolen
sex wirth breastfeed
aunt's lingerie stripped pics
hot tub
nude swim clothes stolen
skinny dipping
Dr who assistant Jo nude

My personal favorites:

"Michael Stipe" popsicle
I have breasts


reverendmother said...

How do you find that out?

jo(e) said...

Reverendmother: If you scroll down to the bottom of the page and click on the number that shows how many visitors I've had, that will take you to sitemeter. Sitemeter is free. Once you have it on your blog, you can find out how people got to your site by clicking on Referrals. This includes weird google searches.

Sergei C. said...

I like "debutante slouch." It's a good name for band, or a blog in its own right.

Pilgrim/Heretic said...

Somebody actually did a search for "Michael Stipe popsicle"?! That's excellent.

Musey_Me said...

Pilgrim: Maybe it was Stipe himself? That would be really funny...

grandma blue said...

I saw this post and thought it was 4 poems at first, since everyone's been posting poetry.

so I read:
monet's drawing method
scholarly article on Hanging Fire by Audre Lourde
Nikki Giovanni poem luxury analysis
Monet's palette
horrible rhymes
most popular poems on crushes
Whitman on Keats
I hate Heathcliff

And I was thinking, "What the HELL kind of a poem is this!?!?"

Then I realized that (once again) I am a dingbat, and I've been laughing for about the past twenty minutes.

Anonymous said...

Tell you what, grandma, I like this as a poem better than that "Love in Blood Time" poem jo(e)posted a day or two ago, which gives me the willies, the heebie-jeebies, AND the fantods.

jo(e) said...

Hey, K, what's with posting anonymously? Think I wouldn't recognize your accent?

We all know what you really thought of the Sharon Olds poem ...

dr. m(mmm) aka The Notorious P.H.D. said...

these made me giggle.

Friday Mom said...

What Pilgrim said! Who the hell is wondering about a Michael Stipe popsicle? Had to be someone looking specifically for you.

jo(e) said...

Someone specifically looking for me? Because that's what I'm known for? Putting Michael Stipe's head on a popsicle stick?

Sad what my life has come to.

Friday Mom said...

Oh, you're well known among your faithful readers for much more!

The only google searches that have led to my blog are for the word "Hooskerdoo." I'm now number 2 for that word. That's what my life has come to.

Phantom Scribbler said...

Ah, Grandma Blue. I love you.

Do you think the ice cream man is selling Michael Stipe popsicles this season?

Dr.K said...

That Sharon Olds poem, I don't like it, man, it give me the creeps and the willies and the heebie-jeebies and the fantods, and more, and I don't care who knows it. It's one of them, like, feminist into-the-body poems or something, right? Shouldn't that stuff oughta be kept private? Ew, gross!!!

jo(e) said...

So you think the female body is gross, Dr. K?

Funny, that's not the impression I got last time I saw you.

Want me to start posting poems about macho guys in pick-up trucks heading to the woods with guns and beer? Or wait, macho academic types heading to the library with pens in hand? (The word pen and penis have the same root, don't they? So that makes writing a macho act ....)

Dr.K said...

I think I might just back off here. I so do love that Sharon Olds poem, I really, really do, especially that line about--what did she call it?--the pearl fluid easing or oozing or whatever out of the slit? Uh huh, I love that stuff, even though it seems to me that poem's about the male body as much as the female, but I don't care, it's a really intense, fleshly poem, and so beautiful too. Wow. What a poem. Actually, I guess I just don't really care for it. But I like the one about coal, and that one about loaded guns inside of people, that was good too. Scary.