Google har kommet for å ta over verden. Les mer!
You know the power of multimillion dollar corporations when the verb ”to Google” has entered the dictionaries and the meaning of it is to search for something on the internet (preferably with Google). So, when I Google myself I find out a lot of things I didn’t even know. Some blog post on a blog for the Norwegian Progress Party claims that I’m delusional. Google knew and I didn’t. That scares the hell out of me.
What if I googled my girlfriend and some wicked organization claims that she’s the reincarnation of Elvis. Good thing I never Google her, then, but what if some mysterious Elvis-cult came and kidnapped her? What if Google thinks my father is the mailman and the person that I’ve been calling my father for 23 years turns out to be an ignorant prick that didn’t see what went on between my mom and the mailman? That is for sure something I don’t want to know.
I often catch myself wondering about how possible it is for Google to alter reality with the access of so much information. What if someone on Google has a boring day at work and just decides to change a person’s life on the internet? Could he or she do it? What I’ve learned from America so far is that everything is possible just as long as you live the American dream. If I got to dream as much as the Americans I would have been the world’s second largest economy by now.
There is a Norwegian dramatist, Henrik Ibsen, who claims: “Rob the average man of his life-illusion and you rob him also of his happiness”. What happens when Google fix their mistakes of altering some person’s reality and the person suddenly discovers it when he or she is googling themselves? You instantly fall from chief executive to white trash in a couple of seconds. That would have taken the hapiness away from me, for certain.
This Googlifies me, but I don’t want to change to Bing either. I’m addicted to Google, and you can say we have one of those love and hate-relationships. Google helps me with translating my Norwegian thougths right now as I’m writing. It isn’t always accurate though. Especially if I want to translate my blog to English spreaking friends. I’m quite happy with mediocre. I’m quite happy that Google isn’t perfect. I just don’t like having the feeling that Google knows all the stuff it does about me.
Are you Googlified too?
PS! Don’t dare to Google me, it will only be Norwegian lies anyway.
PSS! Do you have to pay Google money for copyright when you use the verb ”to Google”?
