If you remember on Maureen Johnson’s site (http://www.maureenjohnsonbooks.com/), she talked about googling herself and all the different people she found who shared her name. (And if you haven’t checked her site out, you really should - her blog is hilarious!)
I have to admit, until I started my own web site, I never googled myself. Never. I was afraid it would look too vain to, you know, other people…not that other regular people would know what I was googling but it’s kind of like when you put “poodles” and “chocolate” in a search engine at the same time. You have no idea what you’re going to get: chocolate in the shape of poodles? Poodles who like chocolate? Recipes for chocolate covered poodles?
Worse is what people who monitor those search engines will think about you. And you can be sure someone is watching those engines. Not every single one because that would be insane but there is a way to track what people search.
I’m serious! I’m not being paranoid! Haven’t you read 1984? And if you say, “no, but I’ve seen the movie,” then that doesn’t count. And if you say, “no, but I’ve seen the Apple ad on YouTube,” then that really doesn’t count. I’m sorry but it doesn’t. You really need to go read the novel. And then you’ll know what I’m talking about.
Go ahead. I’ll wait.
(humming a little tune I just made up which makes me think I should consider that career in music after all)
Oh, the book is not that long. Put some KT Tunstall on your iPod and finish it up.
(humming a second little tune which is not nearly as good as the first but now I can’t remember what the first one was)
Done? Excellent. Did you like it? What did you think of the part when Winston and Julia rent that room? Did you think it was a set-up from the beginning? And what about the rats? Omg, the rats! Yuck! Don’t tell me you skipped over that!
Okay, so I’m not saying Google is Big Brother, not at all. I do think it’s all-knowing and all-powerful…kind of like Big Brother. Hmmm…no, seriously, I do love Google and if anyone from Google is googling me, please don’t take my Google away!
The truth is, it may be 2007, but it’s really 1984.
Your Hollywood connection,