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Google Goggles
Oct. 9th, 2006 01:10 pmWearing my over-the-counter magnifying glasses while using the internet until I get my new perscription, I realized that there was a typo in Dr. Seuss's alphabet. Girl, Goat, Goo-Goo Goggles? Clearly, "Google Goggles" was meant, but the proof reader had no way to know that 40 + years ago (unlike the clarvoiant good Doctor.)
Edit: I'm clearly quite late with awareness of this phrase. Googling shows 656 hits for "Google goggles". These include multiple contraditory definitions of the neologism, some of the obscene. Um.
While I've lost my minor superpower of microscopic vision up close, I have gained a power hitherto lacking-- being able to enjoy being at the beach without glasses. Indeed, this opens up more opportunities for beach enjoyment-- since my childhood more than a short walk along the oceanfront was problematic as my glasses would cloud up with salt.
Boca has two good NPR stations, helping make it hospitable for resting eyes. (I mentioned to my dad my fondness for the show "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me", and he revealed that one of the fairly regular panelists is a cousin. There's even a photo of me and Kyrie O'Conner on the family wall-- along with about 50 other people at a family reunion in the late 1970s.) Other listening has included some of the boxed set of the new complete cd release of Jelly Roll Morton's Library of Congress interviews which I picked up before leaving New Orleans.
Edit: I'm clearly quite late with awareness of this phrase. Googling shows 656 hits for "Google goggles". These include multiple contraditory definitions of the neologism, some of the obscene. Um.
While I've lost my minor superpower of microscopic vision up close, I have gained a power hitherto lacking-- being able to enjoy being at the beach without glasses. Indeed, this opens up more opportunities for beach enjoyment-- since my childhood more than a short walk along the oceanfront was problematic as my glasses would cloud up with salt.
Boca has two good NPR stations, helping make it hospitable for resting eyes. (I mentioned to my dad my fondness for the show "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me", and he revealed that one of the fairly regular panelists is a cousin. There's even a photo of me and Kyrie O'Conner on the family wall-- along with about 50 other people at a family reunion in the late 1970s.) Other listening has included some of the boxed set of the new complete cd release of Jelly Roll Morton's Library of Congress interviews which I picked up before leaving New Orleans.
