Blogging is a weird thing. It’s one of the only ways I can think of to be an anonymous (or at least pseudonymous) celebrity.
On the one hand, I’ve had strangers stop me on two separate occasions to ask if I’m the Red Fork Hippie Chick. (I think one of them recognized me because I was with Ron, whom he’d met somewhere along the way. The other one saw me at a race and identified me by the number on my bib and the inappropriately Bohemian outfit I was wearing.)
On the other hand, there was this little incident, which added a bit of levity to a dull afternoon:
I got an e-mail today from a newspaper reporter who had run across my blog and wanted to interview me for a story about New Year’s resolutions.
I sent him a polite reply, explaining that I’d love to help, but I was afraid our executive editor would fire both of us if I did….
Pseudonyms, man. You can’t beat ‘em.