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I am Joe's Hub
Please allow me to introduce myself: I'm a man of wealth and taste.
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Please allow me to introduce myself: I am Joe's Hub. Joe joined HubPages.com after hearing about the site at a Labor Day picnic. He heard that his cousin's dog walker's Smart Car mechanic was making money by writing articles on the Internet. Joe jumped in with both feet. He closed his Squidoo account. He cancelled his Suite101 agreement. He elected to focus all his attention on writing for HubPages due to the veritable plethora of moneymaking opportunities available in one convenient location. Joe even printed business cards prominently announcing his HubPages subdomain, which he forced into the hands of every sentient being with whom he managed to make eye contact.
What do I look like?
As Joe's hub, I am an amalgam of verbs, nouns, gerunds, and keywords. Joe wrote me using Microsoft Word 6.0 on a PC at the local public library. He sat down one Saturday morning and remained there until closing time, hunting and pecking and ignoring the impatient queue of bored fathers waiting to play Angry Birds while their kids listened to the Library Lady read from Harry Potter.
I am about 600 words. Joe knows about 500 words, so some duplication does take place. I have a beginning and a middle. Perhaps someday I will receive an ending: Joe lost his momentum before reaching a logical conclusion.
Joe did include some pictures in me. He learned to use copy and paste functions at the local community college during that ill-fated attempt to become a Certified Medical Transcriptionist . After Googling "Free Pictures", Joe discovered a literal plethora of images suitable for hubs. He has yet to grasp the finer points of copyright appreciation.
Who will read me?
Joe knows all the tricks of Hubbing. After publishing me, he immediately back-linked to me from Facebook, Twitter, Reddit, Digg, MySpace, Yahoo Answers, Google Blogger, Weebly. WordPress, LiveJournal, and Zimbio. He has no idea when Google will index me, or if Google will ever index me, but he is confident that very soon I will be back-linked to IBM.com and other PR10 web sites.
Joe's friends will read me. Since they are his friends, they will leave encouraging comments as well as "Vote Ups". They probably won't understand his jokes or his cultural references to 1960's sitcoms, but they will click on anything that's clickable throughout my page.
Joe's Mom will read me. Mothers can't resist reading and commenting on the hubs of their progeny. It's the digital equivalent of hanging watercolor drawings on the refrigerator.
What will happen to me?
If I am any good at all, I will be pirated. Sites from all over the world will copy my content with impunity. Joe will boil and stew, but eventually he will realize that he has little recourse if a web page hosted in Bangalore reprints his musings. Joe will get over it.
My content will persist forever. The Internet never goes away. The next time Joe applies for a job, potential employers will peruse his compositions. They will be alert to any left-of-center, right-of-center, or potentially credit rating damaging assertions that could possibly disrupt their workplace. Joe will never know why he was turned down for that night auditor position at the Holiday Inn.
Will Joe get rich from me?
Joe will get rich from me, but probably not financially. He will meet new Internet friends. His worldwide persona will expand exponentially. He may be invited to appear on Oprah based on his ground-breaking opinions regarding fat reduction techniques.
If the search engines are good to me, I may eventually appear in the top 3 results for an obscure keyword that Joe added as an afterthought. Internet searchers around the world will have access to me through the power and grace of Google. It could happen.