Being born with a name like mine puts you in a strange position: in most places, at most times, you are unique. I’ve met maybe three other Cassidys in my lifetime. One of them was a woman, which was more than a bit disturbing, because she waited tables at my favorite cafe for a few months. But in general, I go through life pretty sure that if someone says “Cassidy” they probably mean me.<\/p>\n
On the intarwebs, though, everything is different. Namespace collapses all us Cassidys and Curtises into one great big hash. Last names, first names, hyphenated names, who cares? It’s all just text.<\/p>\n
So I thought you might like to meet some of the people I’m not:<\/p>\n
Curtis Cassidy<\/a> is a Canadian rodeo star. He looks much better in a cowboy hat than I ever will.<\/p>\n Timothy Cassidy-Curtis<\/a> is an aerospace engineer. He got his sur-surname from his wife, presumably sometime after I was born. However, I was not consulted in this decision.<\/p>\n Lucy Cassidy Curtis<\/a> may have been the first person on record, born in 1910, to have both of my names. Luckily for me, she didn’t think to park the domain way back then.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Being born with a name like mine puts you in a strange position: in most places, at most times, you are unique. I’ve met maybe three other Cassidys in my lifetime. One of them was a woman, which was more than a bit disturbing, because she waited tables at my favorite cafe for a few … Continue reading Doppelgangers in Namespace<\/span>