The Problem with Google is?

Many light years ago, in the time of BG (before Google), one lived a hard & carefree existence.

Then, along came Larry Page and Sergey Brin, two travelling salesmen, who came down from their Mountain View with their four coloured offering that did weird and wonderful things to your G spot !

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In a flash or click of a mouse, the lifestyle of many a writer was changed. No more trips to musty libraries to do research.

Creative content was there for all to peruse.

Joy knew no bounds!

At a mere click of the trusty mouse, one was transported into a nearby galaxy, where one could feast on a unbelievable table spread of offerings.
To content seekers this was like being born again!
If your content was good, strangers held you in awe and soon your humble website was top of the pops, held on high, for all to see.

Joy knew no bounds!

But, there were distant rumblings, for the masters at Google were not satisfied. They employed a quality control person.
This QC person was given the brief of making the ranking beyond reproach.
And from then on, they continually reviewed the world’s website standings, using a little known brew call algorithms.

The word was out!

Only original content would do. There was much gnashing of teeth, but to little avail.
No more could the writer merely cut & paste, with scant regard for plagiarism, that evil practice of taking someone else’s work or ideas and passing them off as one’s own.
The audacity of some writers?

There we were, between this overlord, the beleaguered search engine optimiser and the wish to be recognised.
From that day forth, it was original content or nothing.

Note:
Google (and other search engines) will continue to associate ranking value with specific rules.

For this, we must be eternally grateful.
May the force of these search engines be with you!

Does God read Social Media?

Now before everyone gets their knickers in a knot, let me tell you a story.
I live in an area where there is a wonderful abundance of senior citizens, most of them above 75 & some of them pretty close to 100.
One of them in particular, is a source of some amazing anecdotes.
About age she says I am a trainee senior citizen & that she is ‘knocking’ on Heavens door.
Of course she has been known to call me a young whipper snapper too, especially when, as she puts it, I don’t ‘look lively’!

Back to her story & that day out.
This is a country with a booming old age community & there are many wonderful groups that dedicate their time to keeping these oldies(?) active & amused.
Well Sybil (let’s call her that) – a seriously devout lady, Irish & of course Catholic. She reminds me a lot of Mrs Fawlty, waylaid me while I was outside swearing at the weeds and asked me if I knew anything about computers.
“A bit”, I answered. One must be very careful with this lady, for she has a razor like mind & a tongue to go with it. Before you know it, one is walking the plank after receiving a severe lashing on the poop deck!
She wanted to learn about computers as her grandchildren were always playing with those gizmos and she had signed up to attend a class on computers for senior citizens.
Well, off she went & came back with the mutters.
Apparently the young man giving the class was worse than a whipper snapper. He was a ‘snotty nosed little smart arse’. Her words, not mine!
He had told her she had disrupted the class with all her questions.
Poor chap, I should have warned him?
He had been going on about how computers could open up her world to a wealth of experiences, to which she replied – “Young man, I have had more life experiences in one day than you will have in your life time”

It was about now that she brought the class to a standstill with ‘that’ question.
“Does God read Social Media”?
Poor fellow, perhaps he should watch the film – Miracle on 34th Street?

A daydreamer with hyperphantasia.

I have often wondered how certain mystery/fiction writers have that ability to ‘paint’ a word picture when describing a certain scene. Wilbur Smith can transport the reader into the African bush veldt when describing the herds of wild animals being hunted by lions or James Patterson’s ability of allowing you to visualize the meeting of the ladies in his Woman’s Murder Club series. It is like he is allowing you to pull up a chair and join them.

Today I learnt that this may have something to do with ‘visual imagery’ and how some people experience it. In certain cases, there are some people that have no ability at all & suffer from what is called aphantasia. At the other end of the scale we have book illustrators who are super visualizers or highly developed hyperphtasia.

Writers are not the only ones that develop these skills. Sports coaches use various techniques to aid sportsmen and women. Life Skills coaches assist business people to improve their successes in their respective fields of endeavour.

Whatever is your chosen path to develop these skills, like writing, it takes practice and the more you practice the better you become at it.

Imagine that?