Dreams of you are in my head
I had a dream last night. I was sitting at a computer typing a search into Google. Instead of bringing me whatever I was searching for, there was a page of nonrelevant links—Google was returning junk.
In recollection it seems more a fragment than a whole dream, but are any of you good at interpreting dreams? Any theories on the import of this dream imagery? Well, besides the obvious ones, such as “The dream means that you’re spending too much time in front of the computer. Talk a walk, man.” If I recall correctly, my response to the page of junk links wasn’t one of frustration that I wasn’t finding what I was looking for, but rather it was puzzlement as to what had happened to Google.
In other news, Apple released 4th generation iPods today. Apple’s usual strategy after releasing a new generation of a product, whether it’s PowerMacs or iMacs or whatever, is to do an update a couple of months down the road—fixing problems and bumping up the specs. My guess? They’re sitting on a 60 GB iPod that will be released soon. (They released 20 and 40 GB models today.)
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Well, isn't this kind of a memory as opposed to a fantastic dream, what with the problems of people hacking google's search algorithms, you know, the problems with blogs endlessly linking to each other and returning inflated relevancy rankings?
I think that overall, though, the dream is metaphoric of sexual frustration. But this may be based on my inference of the unmentioned object of the search. And if we have to go along with your professed non-frustration, perhaps its more relevant to call it more of an existential search for meaning. Sometimes a google search is just a google search.
Hey, buddy -- Don't go projecting your own inadequacies on me. I've seen the links to pornography on your blog. Hope that online porn keeps you company. Ciao Ciao.