De-Googling

This will probably get me in trouble but I’ll admit it: I don’t like Google. Yes, I use Gmail because, to paraphrase those bumper stickers on Teslas, I started using it before I knew they were evil. I have an Android phone cuz it’s either Google or Apple. Pick your poison. But I don’t search with Google. I use Qwant or DuckDuckGo. Besides believing Google is a toxic company, it does stuff that’s either really scary or really stupid. Two cases in point.

  • Google Maps once sent me down a dead-end street then told me to turn around and go back to the main road I’d been traveling on before turning. Why? Hard to say, but there was a house for sale at the end of that dead end. Coincidence? I think not. Either the homeowner worked for Google and tweaked the search in his favor or the realtor paid Google to randomly send people down that road.
  • The only things I search for in Google are phone numbers. When I get a call from a number I don’t know, I don’t answer it, of course, but I also look it up to see if it’s legit or, more likely, spam. Quite often, Google will give me a list of entries, some of which display the following message:

Can anyone explain why I’d want to do a search without the only item I was searching for? No, cuz there is no valid explanation. What I usually get are listings of businesses who paid Google to show them when there are few other results. I guess this is what’s known as “search engine optimization”.

Blah!

This is what you get for following Google Maps religiously.

Duplicate opposites

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As near as I can tell, the words “near” and “far” are opposites. Yet, as far as I can tell, the phrases “as near as I can tell” and “as far as I can tell” mean the exact same thing.

These are the things that keep me up nights.

Well, that and other stuff.

Book quote

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Just finished reading a new book by my favorite writer. As is often the case reading his words, I was (virtually, not literally) stopped in my tracks by a sentence so pregnant with truth, I had to stop to ponder its significance. I’ve been thinking about it ever since. The book is written in the first person by an old man who frequently reflects on his life. At one point, he writes:

All the people whom I had hoped to impress when I was young are dead.

Wow.

A coupla photos during a busy week

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Things are tight this week with two books in the works and a cycling fundraiser for Partners in Health coming in a few days. If you’d like to contribute, here’s the link to my donation page. Meanwhile, here are a couple of photos for your enjoyment… or something.

I was at this fried seafood joint and saw this sign. I decided against requesting any because I already have one and that’s plenty. No harm done. Based on a quick look around the place, they seemed to be selling like gangbusters.
Who knew there were enough clumsy pigs running around that we needed a special kit to clean up after them?

Nested commercials

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These days TVs are ubiquitous. You can’t get away from them. Thus, against my will, I’m forced to endure shows that I would normally avoid like the plague they are, things such as soap operas, reality shows, and Fox News. On one recent occasion I was in a place where a TV in the background was tuned to one of those insipid shopping channels. I’ve never actually seen one, only known of them as the butt of jokes, their only worthy purpose as far as I can tell.

This time, however, I came upon a revelation. In the midst of one of his nonsensical sales pitches, the unctuous host announced he’d be back after a commercial! A commercial?!? In the middle of what amounts to a perpetual commercial? I thought I’d drifted off into the Twilight Zone. Or Bizarro World. Or my worst nightmare.

Appropriately enough, the commercial was for a drug to treat depression. Here’s a thought: You want to ward off depression?

Turn off the freaking TV!!!

I feel better now.

I was just thinking…

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Can you say something is “truly incredible”? Or that something is “more perfect”? No, just like you can’t say “more unique”, “most unique”, or “very unique”, but I’ve heard/read all of those, sometimes in legitimate, published books and in public speeches.

In a completely different vein, I sometimes wonder if the Six Million Dollar Man had a copay. Or a deductible. At least I hope he was insured.

…anyway, I was just thinking…

A profession that keeps on giving…

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I’ve written before about how the world changes but language seems to lag behind. Thus we still use phrases like “through the wringer” long after wringers have ceased to be. For a full discourse on the topic, see this previous post.

A couple of idioms just keep on living, like a pair of linguistic zombies, more than a century after their original usage has, for most intents and purposes, passed into history.*

  • Too many irons in the fire.
  • Strike while the iron is hot.

Those expressions relate to blacksmiths, for Pete’s sake! (Whoever Pete is.) But their usage has continued unabated—possibly even increased—long after the profession has faded from most memories, if it was ever there in the first place. How are these beasts hanging on? Maybe I’ll dig out my slide rule in case it makes a comeback.


* Yes, the craft still exists, mostly as an artistic form, but, c’mon, blacksmithing? Really?