Jahvoll Mein Herr Google+

Google 貼牌冰箱（Google Refrigerator） (Photo credit: Aray Chen)

I am so sorry I signed onto Google+.

And I feel even worse now that I understand my signing

on means that my old blog buddies have to set up a Google+

profile to comment on my blog.

 

Joining Google+ is easy enough. 

You segregate your online contacts into circles called 'friends',

'acquaintances' or 'family'. 

Presumably 'family' is where you put anyone who is extremely

annoying.

 

Anyway -  that part is like a false front on a building.

 

Behind the scenes things seem rather manipulative, i.e., I keep

getting messages from Google+ that people I have never followed

are 'following me back' and then of course I feel obligated to add

them to my circles.

 And you can quickly lose control of what is happening to your blog site.

Example:

Sometime in the last week or so bossy Google+ took over

a North End Journal from its parent, user friendly Google.

No comments come to me except through them now.

 

It feels like being in a face book forced labour camp.

What I'm saying is that I did not, to my knowledge give

Google+ permission to go into Blogger and make such

 

changes on my blog.

I don't like Google+ and my advice is to stay away.

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Your News Ain't My News

Great TED talk about what Google and Face Book aren't telling us.

Creepy though.

Bare Naked Old White Women

I'm not easily shocked.

 

Just kidding.

Most of my waking hours are spent being shocked by one thing or another. 

That's why I blog as often as I do.

I don't like to suffer alone.

But I have to tell you that I was more shocked than usual  when I found that some people

 have been going to my Authentic Old White Woman art blog site hoping to see pictures of

naked old white ladies.   (http://authenticoldwhitewoman.blogspot.com)

You see, I made the mistake of calling one of the blogs 'Bare Naked Stress'. 

I thought it was a pretty good title for a blog about teaching.

But when the Google search engine crawled through AOWW it saw the words,

Old, White, Woman, Bare, Naked, and because Bob's your perverted uncle,

 it immediately sent every weirdo with the hots for droopy boobs and saggy buns to  my site.

Jeesh.

Just when I thought it was finally safe to leave the curtains open.