Finding myself
I know that this blogspot is supposed to be about the Parastars but there is just not much happening with the club. Yes, I am busily preparing for the meeting on Thursday but I figured that I would take a breather from that, have dinner and do something distracting.
Had the weather been better (it's blowing over 25 mph out there), flying might have been an option... but it's not.
My distraction this evening was... I'm almost embarassed to say... well, I... uh... I googled myself. What I did was brought up a search engine (I used google but you can use whichever you choose) and I typed in my name, "Greg Kaspar", and hit Search.
I do not have a common name and the spelling of my last name is not typical - most prefer to spell it with an "er" rather than an "ar". The only place I expected to see my name was on the Parastars website. I was a little surprised at the places my name was mentioned.
One that wasn't too off the wall was the USPPA site where they posted this picture.
Although many share my surname, only a few share my full name. I suppose that I could have specified my full first name in the search but the only time people use my full name is when they are angry. This was supposed to be fun, I didn't need to find people being angry with me.
Western Nursery and Landscape Association lists Kaspar's tree farm in Nebraska and the owner who shares my cognomen. Perhaps this tree farming version of me has a smaller, offspring version of me that attends the University of Nebraska and enjoyed Angi Sada'a article, "Omaha is like a fat girl with a pretty face", which appeared on the University's online student newspaper. Maybe I should write to that version of me at the email address published in his response to the the pretty face article, kazmania30@aol.com.
Growing up, my brother, Basil, had the nickname Baz. At 10, I thought that was a cool nickname. He was later nicknamed Kaz which, judging from Nebraska's email address, must be somewhat common for people to make the leap from Kaspar to Kaz. Had my brother gone to college, he might have had friends witty enough to make the quantum leap from Kaz to Kazmania but he didn't so he was stifled at just plan Kaz.
I, on the other hand, lacked nicknames. I guess that technically, "Greg" is a nickname but it doesn't carry the same sense of intimacy and comradarie that Baz does. Having been one of seven and an awkward sort of kid, I was most often called, "your brother". Wasn't too bad coming from my sibling's friends but when it became my parent's way of addressing me...
... sorry, getting off topic...
There's a guy, Drew Mackie, who has a blogspot and mentioned his friends, Greg and Kaspar in that order. I guess that doesn't really count towards finding myself but I did hang around and read his Back Of The Cereal Box blog. If you take a trip over there, notice that the URL includes the moniker "kidicarus" which, I guess, makes this more flying realated.
I found my name on a Clarinet Bulletin Board as a reference to a style of mouthpiece. From tree farmer to student to clarinet mouthpiece. Isn't it fun to be me? You should try this with your name, I'll bet it's just as much fun to be you, too!
Taking a global perspective, I found myself asking questions about e-commerce on the University of Syndey's School of Electrical and Information Engineering website.
I was really hoping to save the big one for last but there wasn't a big one... that was it. No Greg Kaspar astronaut. No Greg Kaspar criminal. No Greg Kaspar tug boat captain, pastry chef, politician, minister, teacher, plumber, bus driver...
Finding myself was a fun diversion, now back to work.
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Say, you're not a bad looking guy! But who's that fuzzy-eared fellow to your right?
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