divine angst

I love it when I get good, helpful advice from people. Really, really love it.

I love it when I get good, helpful advice from people. Really, really love it.

I love it when I get good, helpful advice from people. Really, really love it.

I love it when I get good, helpful advice from people. Really, really love it.

Dude.

Google? Is getting a little too intimate with me and my searching. Today I was looking for an article, so I googled the title, hoping to find out something about it. I didn’t find THAT article, but I got links, through Google Scholar, to a couple of other articles that seemed promising, like they might cite to the article I was looking for.

So I clicked on the link to the first article, the link at the top of the Google search results page, that says “Scholarly articles for [my search here].” When you do that, it takes you the result on Google scholar, with more information on where it is, and what it is. And, for me, searching for this article on campus, it includes a link next to the title that says, “Find it @ [My school].”

Huh wah wah?

Google Scholar has apparently sniffed out either my IP address or my secure connection to my school’s network, and is pointing me to results that I can only have access to if I am affliated with my school. Like, results on HeinOnline, or JSTOR.

THAT is freaky. I’m not sure how I feel about that, either.

I have become a smelly.

OK, maybe I’m being a little harsh on myself. But over the last few weeks I’ve developed the tendency, if I know I’m going to be home all day, to decide not to shower. The fact that I’m probably dressed at 6:45 am, from taking the dog out, does not help.

This tendency leads me to today: I’m sitting in jeans, a t-shirt, a hoodie, appropriate undergarments, and I have stacks of paper around me. I’m ready to work. But I still have my glasses on, I haven’t brushed my teeth, combed my hair, or showered. This, my friends, cannot be good. I used to have regular tirades against the girls in my college dorm who didn’t shower every day because, after all, cleanliness is next to godliness. Or at least smells better.