Digital archaeology

June 2nd, 2011 by Dale Hobson

It’s hard enough to keep one’s actual life in order, without having to worry about the seemingly ineradicable digital shadow we cast upon the media landscape. Workers lose their jobs, politicians lose their seats, boyfriends lose their girlfriends, all from neglecting to practice what I think of as “safe text.”

Fish-face Dale

Even if one exercises some care–as I do–in the online world, there is nothing to stop anyone from rummaging through old photo albums to resurrect ancient faux pas and share them on Facebook, such as this 1970s photo of me: big hair, green corduroy bell-bottoms and all, hiding behind a giant red bathtub toy painted with psychedelic blacklight paint. (Before you ask, yes, I am sitting in an empty closet; that’s where we kept the blacklight.) Thanks for the memories, Bob.

There’s just too much to keep track of, especially for someone who has been active online since the mid ’90s.

This was brought home to me with the publication of my book of poetry, which prompted me to revamp my personal website,, which had not received a makeover in this millennium. A classic case of the cobbler’s children having no shoes. The prophet Mohammed says that while the law permits a man as many as four wives, it is possible to do justice only to one. The same may be said of websites.

Thanks to everyone who inquired about my new book, A Drop of Ink. There is now actual, pertinent, up-to-date info on my website–where to buy, samples and performance, upcoming readings, and–as we say in the business–much more–including all of the old site, for those who go in for digital archaeology.

The Listening Post will now return to regular programming, since my poetry habit has launched a channel of its own.

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