You never know what you might come across if you're not careful.
It all started earlier this afternoon when I received a regular eNewsletter from OSU. I followed a link and then found myself on the Alumni Association website. Clicking around for a minute, I found a list of web pages maintained by alumni. Curious just who would be linked here, I scanned the list. I was struck by how many alumni from the 1970s had personal web pages. I was also somewhat surprised that, even among the more recent graduates, I didn't recognize a single name. Not a single name, that was, until I came across this: Peter and Jenny (Wing) Hoelter. Immediately, it brought back memories I hadn't thought about in years. Intrigued, I clicked through. Jenny was a smart, cute girl that a lot of people liked. I never knew her very well, but I knew people who did. Peter was an RA for a residence hall I believe -- I don't recall how I met him now, but he was both a bit older and seemingly well connected with all of the RHA folks. I vaguely remember being introduced to him by another RA from Hawaii whose name I've long since forgotten but who was totally into multimedia back then. People seemed to worship Peter. And Jenny? Well if I'm not totally mistaken, I recall more than one person being interested in her at some point. I recall having some awareness that Jenny and Peter started dating and I heard later they got married. But I've never thought about either of them since OSU.
So it was quite a surprise to stumble across photos of their first child, Owen, born earlier this year. Those so interested can relive the wedding as well, with wedding day photo coverage, a pre-wedding blog of sorts kept by Jenny when she was in Montana, and even sign the guestbook. In fifteen minutes, I now know more about Jenny and Peter and their respective families than I ever did while I was at OSU. I am not going to do anything with this knowledge, but it is scary how easily it was gotten.
Online, the tension between a desire for community and a need for personal privacy continues. I've spent the better part of the last nine years wrestling with this very issue. And, on the eve of considering the launch of a new personal blog, I'm still conflicted.