No one would call me trendy. Anti-trendy overstates my level of trend awareness. Trend-ignorant is more like it. All I know is that for the past fifty plus years, when I begin to favor a restaurant, it’s on its way out; if I like a dance club, its doors are soon to close, and by the time I’ve seen a movie, the rest of the world has already videotaped the sequel. Videotape? See what I mean.
So with great, irrelevant, fanfare, I am launching a website. I know, I know, the world has moved on. There’s Pinterest and Tumblr and Instagram and more obscure, infinitely trendy modes of communication. But I’m branching out with something that complements my grey hair and aging Toyota – an old fashioned website.
Even worse, my site has an archaic name: www.paulefallon.com. The day before NY Times writer Bruce Feiler officially pronounced the middle initial dead, I bought a domain that inserted the oddball letter ‘e’ into my moniker.
I have a rationale for the middle initial; the world has many Paul Fallon’s but I seem to own the Paul E. Fallon market. A few years ago I started inserting the ‘E’ everywhere, so it makes sense it is now passé. I could have used my entire middle name – Eric. But let’s face it; an Irish guy named Eric is nothing more than the lifelong burden tacked on a baby by an exhausted woman who had too many children too close together. The simple ‘E’ might induce someone to think my middle name is Eamon or Emmet, which are respectively Irish enough.
So, if you want to expose yourself to last century’s cutting edge technology, visit www.paulefallon.com. It’s simple: a few pull-downs; some links; tidbits about my upcoming book; my yoga teaching; my projects in Haiti. Nothing flashy. Nothing trendy. Just me.