This is the mask I wear or the version of me you will see, because interestingly enough, I get to decide. Sound a little manipulative? Maybe, but we all do it all the time. Different situation. Different mask.
I was listening to this podcast the other day: Spark episode 127. The section of this fantastic audio podcast that really interested me was the Workplace Social Media Guidelines, regarding how we shape our online presence and how your workplace can help, or hinder, that process, and Contextual Integrity, regarding how the lines between our online selves and our work personae become entwined, which blurs issues about online privacy.
For myself I go by a simple rule, I never post anything that I wouldn’t want my mother to read or see.
So, after thinking about myself in the context of the web – I chose my book self to show you because, true or not, I think it’s the most interesting part of me. Plus it’s what’s out there already floating around in cyberspace. It’s also the most reliable, consistent part of me that has been a character trait for as long as I can remember.
Also, I could talk books all day.
So, the bobbi 2.0 trajectory:
Age 5 started reading. Age 8 began hiding in my room ignoring 7 siblings in order to read more. Age 11 began devouring entire libraries of books (Tolkien, Lewis and Agatha Christie then Le Carre, Ludlum, Helen MacInnis, Mary Stewart, Austen, the Brontës, and all sorts of other more inappropriate stuff that shall remain unmentioned).
Went into English Lit – which almost killed the reader in me. Then into Creative Writing – which almost killed the writer in me. Moved to Vancouver from Montreal. Found my destiny in bookselling.
Now I am as you see me here: version 2.0, the world wide web edition. I hope it shows you the best of the best of me, I’ll try to leave a little bit to the imagination.
Thanks for reading.