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Google Game: Definition

dictionaryRecently, as I delighted over the sight of my brand new two-volume New Shorter Oxford English Dictionary stationed commandingly amongst the paperbacks and graphic novels on my bookshelf, I thought about how anachronistic a dictionary seems these days. Can you remember the last time you looked up a word in an actual, physical dictionary? (I can, but as we’ve well established I’m a severe dweeb.) Not that I don’t use the Web to look up words and synonyms; Merriam-Webster.com is one of the few buttons on my bookmark toolbar and it’s the quickest way, hands down.

So I figured, if I’m using online dictionaries and thesauri even while being nerdily enamored of the yellowed, brittle pages of my long-coverless Webster’s New World and the fragile leaves of my long-coveted OED, then most people probably go even more frequently, if not exclusively, to the Internet for definitions. And what are they most often looking up? To my surprise, when I typed “definition of” into Google, I found that people aren’t searching Cyberspace for mere meanings, they’re searching for Meaning.

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Google Game ABCs

The ABCs. The basics. The nuts and, if you will, the bolts. The ABCs of Googling might be summarized as:

A. Go to Google.com

B. Type words of interest

C. Learn

Or, looked at another way, the ABCs of Googling are, quite simply, the As, the Bs and the Cs being Googled. Click through to learn what your fellow searchers are searching for, alphabetically speaking.

A:                                                 B:                                               C:

gg agg bgg c

The sleeper search hit? Definitely Disney’s Antarctic-aquatic Second Life world, Club Penguin, “where children play games and interact with friends in the guise of colourful penguin avatars.” The website says it’s for kids 6-14, but that it’s open to users of all ages. I’m going to call myself FlipperBaby. No way kids these days would get thalidomide jokes, right?

And let us recognize Mr. Billy Mays, the consummate pitchman even in death, for his posthumous popularity. This kind of fame is not sold in stores.

Google Game: Withdrawal

Yesterday, while reflecting on the Jewish high holy day of Yom Kippur I thought about Google-searching for atonement. But that was soon replaced by a fixation on being hungry, which was then supplanted by the cranium stabbing sabers of a mondo caffeine withdrawal headache. As I went through a cruel and dismal day without coffee, I became curious about what others were withdrawing or withdrawing from.

gg withdrawal

At first blush, it’s a pretty dire picture. We’re hooked on nicotine and booze and pain killers. And we’re depressed. And we’re running low on liquidity. But on the bright side, we’re trying to get off the cigs and the sauce and the pills. And at least some of us are getting it on. (Whoever they are, let’s hope their attempts to do so without getting knocked up are working; if you’re searching the Internet for tips on the withdrawal method, the gene pool kindly declines your deposit.)

So to recap – Name four things people withdraw from. (Show me Iraq.)
Survey says:

drugsfam feud
alcohol
the bank
your vagina

Google Game: Problem(s)

A wise woman of the cloth once asked, how do you solve a problem like Maria?  And as the story goes, there were in fact many problems, including, but not limited to:

  • Climbs a tree, scrapes knee
  • Underneath her wimple she has curlers in her hair
  • Always late for everything, except every meal
  • Could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl
  • Is a riddle, a child, a flibbertigibbet

While my understanding is that the convention of WWII Austria was to express your cares through song, the mother of a modern abbey might kneel at the altar of information and query Google, “Problems with uppity nun.” Because that’s what we do now. We consult the higher power that is The Net.

Today the Unhappy Mediator wonders, just what is our problem? That, as it turns out, is a rather different question from, what are our problems?
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Google Game: Summer

Welcome back. Hope your long Labor Day weekend gave you a good amount of rest, and time to reflect on, uh, labor I guess. Shows what I know about national holidays.

The weather turns rapidly crisper and you’ve officially retired your skin-tight white jeans to the closet until next year, so I thought we’d join together in a longing glance at summer as it begins to slip away.

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Introducing The Google Game

google_logoGoogle is smart. And Google knows what you’re thinking. Soon you’ll be able to let Google do the thinking for you, but for now all it can do is help.

If you’re searching for Girl Drink Drunk, the classically hilarious Kids in the Hall sketch, it guesses your goal in two words. Or say you query “The Redhead” (in quest of Frank Bruni’s last review), Google lets you know that Google knows you’re referring to the restaurant in NYC.

Despite the eerie sensation of encroaching omniscience, Google’s search suggestions are still little more than a reflection of what we, conductors of the rumbling search engine, most often seek. The site itself explains – vaguely – that “as you type, Google Suggest communicates with Google and comes back with the suggestions we show….suggestions are drawn from…searches done by users all over the world, sites in our search index, and ads in our advertising network.” If you’re signed into your Google account and/or have your web history enabled, it also factors in your own sordid search past.

So what are we searching for? To answer the question I bring you the first weekly installment of the Google Game.  Easier than Go Fish, and much more revealing: I type a word or incomplete phrase into the Google search bar and report back Google’s suggestions. Then we ruminate on our collective shame.

After the jump, Google Game Round 1.

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