11/8/10

search

search: to look into or over thoroughly in an effort to find or discover something; come to know by inquiry or scrutiny

I am a slave to Google.  I'll admit it.  I can't even fathom what it was like before there were search engines. I am utterly dependent.  I even text Google to define words for me when the dictionary is sitting two feet away.  Lazy. Really, I'm just another measly member of the Internet's indoctrinated chattel. Take for example that I'm writing about this on the what?...oh that's right, the Internet! For crying out loud. Sites like Google, Facebook, and Readit are today's postmodern information oligarchicy.  They are today's contemporary gatekeepers.  So, what happens when this small group implodes? How will I ever write papers, keep up with current news, or define words for christsake?! well I suppose I could try the dictionary. Ahh man, but it's such a long stretch of the arm.  Too...ti...red.

This was one of the topics discussed during an MLIS class that I sat in on last weekend.  I drove up to Seattle for an admissions interview at the University of Washington and learned all sorts of magnificent things about their graduate program.  Now if only I could magically move the Udub's program out of rainy Seattle.  I need (need need) to get out of the northwest, I've been here far to long.

It's official, senioritis has set in early.

Also, I attended the annual Mary Stuart Rodgers Scholarship Banquet.  This year they gave fellows paper weights instead of rings...well that and a sizable amount of $ for school.  Thanks Rodger's family endowment...

Little to no social life, an ulcer/insomnia, and hours of homework have paid off.  Finally, I am now the proud owner of a paper weight!

That was rude. Sorry, I can be rude sometimes...or all times really. I should work on that.

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