Hi Doctor Schneider!
Or is it Doctor “Shneider”? Your email address in my in-box indicated the former, but your message steers me toward the latter:
Did you receive the e-mail which I sent to you recently (copied here-below)?
Please confirm since I have had problems lately with emails intercepted by spam-filters set too high.
Cordially,
Marc Shneider, Ph.D.
Maybe you should see what name is printed on your Ph.D. diploma! : )
Anyway, THANK YOU for writing again, for your original correspondence did end up in my spam filter, and I cannot fathom why. So I apologize for my delay in getting back to you. In your initial note, you said:
I am Dr. Marc Schneider and I work for Multilingual Search Engine Optimization Inc. in Washington DC ( Tel: 1 202 250-3645) – I would like to speak with the person in charge of your international clientele. Who is my contact? Who should I speak to??
In fact, after visiting http://www.saltinwound.com , I have noticed that your website cannot be found on foreign search engines (I tested it on Hispanic search engines, German search engines, Asian search engines, etc.) Our company is specialized in multilingual search engine promotions in 28 languages . From the Japanese Google to the German Yahoo, from the AOL in Spanish to the MSN in Chinese, we can show you how to develop a true international online presence by promoting your website on foreign search engines.
You goof! You went back to the “Schneider” spelling! Well, I just wanted to sincerely thank you for visiting Salt in Wound. I hope you were entertained, enlightened, inspired—or all three!—by our humble musings. And I am so grateful for your concern about our worldwide search results. But see, that’s all part of the plan! Search engines are for squares, brother! We’re like that über-hip bar in your town that doesn’t have a sign out front. It’s all word-of-mouth among the truly clued-in.
But don’t worry, Marc! That doesn’t mean we’re not internationally known. Quite the contrary! “Salties,” as they’ve lovingly dubbed themselves, routinely send fan mail from the four corners of the Earth: Schoolchildren in Uganda, adventurers in Estonia, and the Denny’s staff in Guam are just a few of the “silent majority” who hang on our every post.
And they love that we keep ’em guessing! Are there 12 members of the Collective—or just 3? Is it based in Topanga—or Albany? We’re irascible scamps, like that Pirate Radio movie! And the Salties wouldn’t have it any other way.
So, Marc, thanks again for your generous offer to give SiW “the true international exposure which it deserves to have with foreign native online users!!” But the truth is, we’re already there. Wherever you can look. Wherever there’s a fight so hungry people can eat, Salt in Wound is there. Wherever there’s a cop beatin’ up a guy, Salt in Wound is there. We’re in the way guys yell when they’re mad. We’re in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry an’ they know supper’s ready. An’ when the people are eatin’ the stuff they raise, and livin’ in the houses they build—we’re there, too. Especially if there’s a traffic cone out front.
Jack Silbert, curator