Given that I spend a good chunk of my day trying to remember where I left something, I should be thrilled with the Advent of the Search Engine. I don't begin to understand how it works, (I'm still trying to understand how atoms zing around inside solid objects). Nonetheless, I use the search feature everyday. Sheer indulgence. I have a shelf of reference books from when I was a writer. They mock me with their dust. I've read that you retain more facts from reading a book than searching online. I've forgotten where I read that.
The thing is, search engines have no loyalty. They'll tattle on me and you to anyone who asks. My blog site has a feature that allows me to see what word searches are directed to my site. This week: damien hirst flies, gold leaf, dragons, stair history, and (
my favorite) raw chicken. I'm willing to make a deal with the cyberdevil. I will go back to using reference books if someone will invent a search machine that will find the really tough stuff, like where I've left the instructions to the thermostat.
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