Or… that’s what I thought when I went to bed late Friday night. You see… I checked my blog for any new comments and my eye jumped to the right-hand side of the screen. My page views were extraordinarily high. Where I normally average about 200 views per day, I had 1664 views… or around there. The truth is I couldn’t see clearly through the tears of joy streaming down my face. So I immediately checked to see where all those hits were coming from and they were precipitated by a Google search on the word “brancusi”. My new readers were all hitting on a post I wrote last November called “Will anyone ever replace the great Clara Rockmore?” which included the image of a sculpture by Constantin Brancusi.
Now… the techies at work will tell you that I’m not the sharpest tool in the toolkit. In that vein, I’m thinking… I’m being attacked! So I immediately delete my most popular post of the day and I send an email to WordPress Support asking them what to do. They respond… “You’re getting traffic. Congratulations! Put the post back up and sit back and enjoy it.”
Now I figure… I’m viral! At last! Images of interviews with Oprah, Piers Morgan and guest hosting on The View are floating through my head. Book deals! Movie deals! Lunch with The Donald. At last… my 15 minutes of fame are here and I’m going to be rich! I can finally tell my colleagues at the university what I really think of them! I’ll be able to buy myself the best friends. I’ll have what every Canadian wants… the American Dream!
But as life is… after a tumultuous night of planning what I would do with my newly found fame, money and friends… I woke up. I opened my browser and my default page opened to Google and I saw this…
Turns out Saturday was Constantin Brancusi’s 135th birthday… ergo… all my fans will probably disappear in 24 hours (the Friday hits were probably coming from Europe)… all this leaving me with just one question… WHO CELEBRATES ANYONE’S 135TH BIRTHDAY?!? All that traffic was coming to me not because of my insight into the world of perfume… but because they were looking for an image by Brancusi.
And so when it was all over, I saved a screen capture of my stats (29,903 views in one day) and concluded that sadly, my one-shot at 15 minutes of fame will have come and gone… without me actually becoming famous. No Oprah. No limousines. No hanging out with Justin Bieber… just my perfumes and this obsession to sniff and write. And until the real virus comes my way, the Greek salad special at Reuben’s Deli with my friend Ricky will have to do. But I hope a few wayward surfers who were looking for works by Brancusi come back to read what I think about perfume and if they do, well I can thank the great Romanian-born genius. Thanks Constantin… wherever you are (great look, by the way).
P. S. I’ll be back later this week with the perfume review I was supposed to write before my vanity got in the way.
Top image : Screen capture – February 19th, 2011 – 29,903 views on my blog
Middle image : Google as it appeared on February 19th, 2011
Bottom image : Photo of Constantin Brancusi (1876-1957)