I’m not takin’ any more $&!#

…the time has come I say.

First of all, I have a promise to place an entry here on Sunday each week. I also have a practice of collecting things I want to note here. And I haven’t been fulfilling on that promise, nor on a dozen other things that are integral to my life. This journal entry marks an end to that. I’m doing the things I say I will, and I’m paying particular attention to the practices and promise that I consider integral.

So one thing I’m saying is that posting a Live Journal entry is integral to my life.

What could I be up to with that?

I couldn’t have made this up

…it’s amazing what comes up some times in the ad gutter when you read Gmail.

Here’s a screenshot from a margin ad that I came across recently.

I love Google for what they’ve given me as an individual. They’ve never penny-pinched me, and they keep trotting out these amazing innovations. They are about to help me a great deal in my work with Schoolhouse Earth by giving me additional information resources that will be free to me.

I even aspire to getting a little bit of their money to build out some of the projects we have in mind for SE.

But sometimes, the context ads they present are just too

-ahem-

precious. This little snippet still has me laughing, and I would click through out of morbid fascination, but I cannot bear to think that I’ve caused this poor soul to have received a bill from Google that includes my click-through. It just seems cruel.

My Window is on Google Earth!

…it might be frightening were it not so delightful.

I was playing with Google Earth and saw my bedroom window in it.

When you zoom down to the ground level close enough, you can turn on the “street view” layer and it will show you the vantage points available for a street view panaroma. See if you can find your own house on Google Earth.

Meanwhile, here’s mine. I think this is a week when (thankfully) I was out of town. You can see my prayer flags and the Tick doll that hang in my windows. This is really my house.

Now that we think of what I might have been doing in the window on that fateful day when the Google fisheye van went by my house, we can be doubly glad that I was probably in Cincinnati that day.

—v