{"id":8321,"date":"2007-10-21T20:06:17","date_gmt":"2007-10-22T01:06:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/2007\/10\/21\/not-that-cynthia-miner-this-one\/"},"modified":"2011-08-05T14:53:40","modified_gmt":"2011-08-05T18:53:40","slug":"not-that-cynthia-miner-this-one","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/2007\/10\/21\/not-that-cynthia-miner-this-one\/","title":{"rendered":"not that<\/i> Cynthia Miner — this<\/i> one"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\" L<\/em><\/strong>ast night, my dear friend Cynthia Miner (a\/k\/a<\/em> Cyndi) revealed — while serving a perfect combination of meatloaf and whipped potatoes — that she has never Googled herself and was sure there would be no trace of her on the internet. I immediately decided that one of my very favorite human beings, and the lovely inspiration for several dagosan<\/em> haiku (like the one immediately below), deserves to make her mark in the realm of cyberspace and search engine queries. Thus, this posting was born.<\/p>\n

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rusty blades —
\nshe skates backwards
\nso we can chat<\/p>\n

……………. by david giacalone – Frogpond<\/a><\/em> (XXX:3, Fall 2007) \"\"<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/blockquote>\n

When I Googled “Cynthia Miner”<\/a> this morning, I found a few pretenders to her crown. So, I want to make clear which Cynthia Miner I’m talking about.\u00a0 It’s Cynthia L. Miner, nee<\/em> Koser.\u00a0 [The “L” stands for Louise, but she rarely offers that information.] Although she loves her 99 acres of woods, ponds, pasture and swamp, she’s not the Forest Service biologist<\/a> and communications director<\/a> in Portland, Oregon.\u00a0 While, she adores her little island casa in the Caribbean, she’s also not the Cynthia Miner on St. Croix<\/a>. And, although she’d probably be a wonderful massage therapist, the f\/k\/a<\/em> Gang is not talking about the one in Olympia<\/a>, WA. Furthermore, “Our Cyndi Miner” is<\/p>\n