Irreconcilable

I told a friend in a real face to face meeting about my plans to move forward without Google and his response was simple.  “It’s creepy enough that they’ve photographed your house!”

Really.  Who took this picture.  Could this be a violation of Privacy?  I am sure to some it isn't.

Really. Who took this picture? Could this be a violation of Privacy? I am sure to some, this does not constitute a violation of privacy? But nobody asked me! I did NOT optin!

Irreconcilable Differences – They Know Too Much

  • Somebody, some agent of Google, stood (of drove) in front of my house, on my street, and took photographs.  What if my kids were playing in the front yard? You see the cars seats.  Is this an advertisement to the gnarley-ones that “We have Kids! Come on by!”  Is it necessary to make the License Plates readable?  Or the bumper stickers??? You know where I live, you know I have kids, you know my Mom’s silver car and her license plate.  Yes we have a minivan.  Great information for door to door marketing.  If you asked me, “Can I take your picture?” I’d be flattered.  I’d say Sure.  But you DIDN’T.  I did not agree, opt in, signup or give permission in any way.  I want to Google to remove this photo. It is creepy.
  • Even more creepy is the depth of data they have on the inside.  The difference is that I opted in for that.  Here’s why.  In his early years, Google was quite handsome.  His startup was impressive.  He battled the Blue giants and Monsters armies of softie micros and kicked ASS.  But the relationship has changed.  As he grew into a new type of federal reserve, he lost sight of his roots.  Money does that.  When Google went public on the most silvery shiny badass nitro nuclear rocket ship, stuff started to change. I don’t think Google cares much for me anymore.  They care alot ABOUT me, not FOR me.  Following is a list of data that I have shared with him over the years:
  1. All my contacts, and information about who I contact the most.
  2. All my most personal, intimate thoughts I have shared with my wife.
  3. All my least personal thoughts about everything ranging from box turtle care to methods for dental care.
  4. All of my purchases that were confirmed over email. Books, Hats, toenail clippers.  Ughhhh!
  5. My favorite RSS feeds
  6. Very confidential (top secret) business information as well as practice bubble charts in docs.google
  7. Lots of critically important dates in calendar.google.com
  • Now, they are getting in tight with Big Energy and Utilities.  They have big plans with big friends like GE.  The only thing I like about GE is their medical equipment division and 30 Rock.  Big utility providers like PG&E, PEPCO, TXU, Reliant, DTE, and many more are teaming with Google to set up fancy monitors on your residential meters to feed energy consumption data to your google account.  A search engine company? OMMFG!!!  They are now going to know about my energy usage.  I wasn’t really concerned about giving up my search terms, or my emails with Google.  But they have simply gone to far.  I often think that Google is gonna suffer the fate of Icarus.  Bing, Yahoo, Wolfram or someone else is gonna play the role of either the Sun or the Ocean on Googles wax/feather wings.  I know, Google has played a significant role in making data access way better than ever possibly imagined 3 years ago.  But the moment they went public, the data-freedom fighters became the institution they fought against.  Now, like Walmart, it is an institution that I want to avoid.
  • Let’s just say, that in the early days, the founders were thinking of naming the company “ogle”.  Defined by urban dictionary, Ogle, is to “to look at someone as if ones eyes are about to pop out of ones head.”  Then, just for fun, let’s say that in the early months, the same founders realized the ogle.com was already taken, so they added another “o” to make “oogle”.  Defined by urban dictionary, “Oogles are street rats that don’t have street smarts. They are the ICP kids, the tweekers on bikes, the 15 year olds who runaway cause they think it’s cool, not cause their lives at home weren’t working out.”  Hmmmm.  At the moment they considered “oogle” the founders read urban dictionary and realized the bad idea.  So, they tried a number of other options, like boogle, toogle, soogle, foogle, doogle, roogle, and others.  Nothing was working.  Then the very first Stanford Phd Mathematician finally spoke up.  He was trying earnestly to call attention away from himself by flicking boogers and drawing moustaches on guys in playgirl.  But he finally spoke up.  ”Googol! The 3rd largest known number. Let’s be a big number!” Nobody knew what he was talking about.  Nobody ever really listened to him.  He kinda looked like he was carrying 5 seperate strains of flu and colds, anemic.   Nevertheless, the founders of Googol, liked it, but didn’t know how to spell it.    B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O and Google was it’s name-o.  The point of this ramble, was the unhealthy process by which they derived the name of the company.  SOOOOO?  Why didn’t they choose “Graham’s Number“?   What if we knew of Google as Graham?

Some Progress. Some Fears.

Previously on Memesist, I announced I was divorcing myself from a tie (made of many smaller ties) that has bound and nearly gagged me.  A tie that was choking me.  A tie that was trying to starve me. Google!

This week was busy, hectic, uncertain, high, low and every night I numbed out until early morning, then started it over again.  Lot’s occurred, but I can’t entirely remember. Next week I will make three simple goals, and go after them with focus.

I am proud of three very recent accomplishments that occured in the last 60 minutes amidst several, unrelated phone calls and emails.  I have cut a few of the smaller ties.

  • DONE! Unhook from the reader.google.com
  • DONE! Shut down analytics.google.com
  • DONE! Clear my schedule from calendar.google.com

I didn’t expect it to be easy.  Anticipated it would be tricky.  These assumptions probably were the reason that it took an hour.  I lived up to my own expectations.

Whatever.  Three of the binds are severed.  In order to shut down the whole deal, to remove account entirely, I have about 8 or 9 other binds to snip.

But I accomplished something today.  Just want me to be clear about that, for myself.

They know too much.  Absolute knowledge corrupts absolutely.  I know I have bastardized the previous statement.  Please don’t correct me.

Here is what I am afraid of aside from my kids getting either mugged or lice.  I am afraid that google will cripple me and my entreprenuerial endeavors.  Cripple as in remove all my bones.  Could they do this.  Yep.  I am less than a spec of dust in a giant’s eye (another kimya reference).  I could get blacklisted.  They could send rays of combined internet buzzes from a satelitte orbitting over me now, of a photographer taking pictures of the building in which I compose this, and electrocute/zap/scorch/singe me to a messy pile of w, w, w’s.  This is NO dramatic understatement.  They could.  They have absolute power.  More than the US GDP.

I just got off the phone with my therapist.  Last paragraph caused a panic attack.  In the worst case scenario, I could get zapped.  If this occurs, then, I’d write a book and become a kazillionaire!

To Do List: Divorce Google

In mid Feb 2009, the day after Valentines, when the sugar high went south, I realized that “Google is Out to Get Me“.

4 months later, I am officially declaring my intent to divorce myself (completely, comprehensively, 100%ly) from Google.

Heretoforthwith, I shall refer to the aforementioned company as a STGRB in reference to short term gamma ray bursts. STRGB will be italicized.

Actually, I am not, some readers have told me that they are confused.  In fact, it has sorta confused me.  So I plan to refer to Google as Google.  Just remember, they’re really headed toward a gamma ray burst.

Forthwith from here, I am gonna maintain a to-do list:

  1. Cancel google.mail accounts (4-7 of them) … this I am gonna have to do last, but I really want to do it first.
  2. Scrub down google mail contacts.  607 contacts over the years.  Only about 100 matter to me.
  3. DONE! (and a good way to drive traffic to blog) Announce to friends and family that I have divorced google and I can be reached via other means.
  4. Any accounts that use the old google account to verify anything (amazon, fb, wells fargo, etc.) need to get changed.
  5. DONE! Remove ALL data, documents, spreadsheets, etc for documents.google.com
  6. DONE! Unhook from the reader.google.com
  7. DONE! Shut down analytics.google.com
  8. DONE! Clear my schedule from calendar.google.com
  9. Remove all Google embedded functionality from browsers, open office (not MS) products, wherever they might be
  10. Start using other search engines.  Look for the nonames that are gonna be some names maybe someday soon
  11. Formally request full, binding, irrevocably legal separation and divorce publicly to Google.
  12. {Space reserved to todo}
  13. {Space reserved to todo}
  14. Hug my kids and pick them up from the laundromat.
  15. Be a great husband and not put our kids in dryers.
  16. Take my medicine.  Oh Crap.

Oh the places i’ll go to get away from Google.  I am soooooooooooo excited.  I feel like I am kicking a nasty habit.  Getting off the heroine.  Confessing my sins.  To EVERYONE.

Maybe the next blog will explain why.  Or maybe I’ll explain how costly this divorce could be from David’s (& Goliath, duh!) perspective.

Why You Should Go To Jail

Disclaimer:  I am not encouraging drunk driving, killing, destroying public property or anything! that breaks the laws in  a harmful, non-peaceful, detrimental, deceitful … way.

I am encouraging you go out and get arrested for something that you believe in.  Sit in a jail cell.  Jail cells happen to be the BEST place to meditate.  The BEST place to “become important, to realize your goal, in understanding your role in the context of the whole”  (more about that).

I have sat in jail a few times.  Nothing near the amount of time my friends have sat in jail.  My longest stay was about 23 hours before I got bailed.

Very Important Sidenote: Before getting arrested! Know some pro-bono lawyers that believe in you, your cause, and sharpee their numbers on your private parts.  The jail staff will pat you down, but they wont wash your privates.

I’ve know some people who have sat in jail for over 6 weeks, some 6 months, others are still there.  I am not a big believer in religion, but I ask God to bless them every day. Some in the US, others in Japan, Brazil, China, etc.  Yes, it’s true, getting arrested in the US or Canada is suggested.  We have our shortcomings, but it’s not so hard to get out of jail.

23 hours is a loooooong time to sit in the bowels of the dank and moldy catacombs of Washington, DC.  Especially after a ham sandwich (one slice on white bread, no pickles, no lettuce, no cheese) for a vegetarian.  And some red colored sugar water.  They told me it was Hi C.  It wasn’t.  Oh, this has nothing to do with diet.

Back to the point.  There are a number of ways you can test the level of commitment you have to an idea.  You can invest money or time, the more you invest, the more you commit.  You can work for someone that shares your idea.  You can move to wherever you idea is, if it geographic idea.  You can pay educational institutions gobs of money to further indoctrinate you to an idea that you previously committed to, and in the end, have a piece of paper to prove it.  OR

Get arrested.  Sit in jail.  Ask yourself, “Was this worth it?” I bet 95% of you would say “Hell Yes!”

Manoj Saxena (yeah, the Webify dude) told me don’t ever compromise your integrity, family or health in whatever you endeavor.

Getting arrested is the most truest, purest, real expressions of commitment to an idea.

So, what are your plans for the next 3 somethings (days, weeks, months, years)?  Do you believe strongly enough about your plans that you’d be willing to go to jail?  If not, are your plans really that important.

Disclaimer for Law Enforcement People:  I am encouraging nice people to visit you.  Good people with good hearts.

Another disclaimer for Law Enforcement People:  I live on Gilligan’s Island, outside of your jurisdiction, I think.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.