Sometimes you push something away because you love it too much to keep it close to you.  And as we go through life we think that'd we'd get better at doing this, but it only gets harder, and we become more stubborn and doubtful, making excuses along the way until weve gotten so far that you can't recognize what you started out with.  But then we awake from a numbing slumber to realize that where we are isn't actually where we originally thought we would be.  So we push away the fear, the sadness, and we do what we know is right, what is better for us and what is better for what we push away.  And even though it's a terrible feeling, a feeling so strong that you begin to doubt the decision that you had struggled to make, you push yourself through the melancholy fog and hope to break through to the other side.

Or maybe I made the wrong decision.

Crap.

BEFORE GOOGLE:

 AFTER GOOGLE:

Each day as I sit and work on researching and writing my reports at work, I find myself unpredictably gravatating towards that magical realm we call "The Google".  Space and time ceases to exist in this fantastical world where dreams come true and we all are virtually endowed with a temporary advanced degree.   Many studies have been done as to the effect of this type of superficial learning apparatus.  Does this tool push our society to the brink of epistemical paralysis or is it a natural progression in our intellectual evolution?

Because what is The Google good for anyway? 

How is gum made?   Why do birds sing?  What does E=MC² equal?   No question or request, trite or silly,  complex or intricate, can angry or repel the great Google.    Nothing beyond its grasp and so unforgiving in its scrutiny of us, but so bountiful are its fruits.  For we have become an even greater and more superior being due to the powers it so kindly bestowed upon us.  Those days of yesteryear, where embarassing pauses lingered after a series of trivial facts spewed out of a know-it-all collegue's mouth have now been replaced with instant knowledge of inconsequential details at the tips of our fingertips.  Who needs Harvard when we have now officially become graduates of The School of Google?   Congratulations fellow Googlians.  

Could the city of Paris sue Paris Hilton for sustained damages to it's image?

If you combine the amount of money in the bank accounts of the CEOs of the companies that are in need of a bailout, could they bail themselves out?

Why is Facebook called by that name?  MySpace I get, but a book of face?

I still have absolutely no idea how a single shoe ends up on the median of highway.  It hurts my brain to think about it.

If President Obama is a former professor, does that mean that the current economic crisis is our first test?  We obviously didn't study.