Each day I grow more comfortable with my particular section of Austin. I know the main streets and which way to drive if I get lost. I am growing familiar with back ways and alternate routes. The traffic here is unexplainable, I-35 choked at either end by invisible bottlenecks during rush hour (though 4-7PM isn’t exactly an hour, is it?).
I owe much of my success to an intimate relationship with Google maps. As I find cool places, I add them as markers to my own personal map.
If you don’t already use Google maps, you lose 25 points. Speaking of Google, the other night I witnessed my friend Mischa call the Google hive mind on his cell phone and speak to it, gleaning a phone number. Not a mere search or text message, but a voice conversation. Those who do not fear and respect the hive mind will become the lowliest worker drones in Google’s thrall on the day It awakens.
You posted a map TO YOUR HOUSE?!? Seriously, Drey, WTF?
Well, to my apartment complex. I’m sure if someone were trying hard to look for me, it wouldn’t matter if they had my address already or not. $15 buys you anyone’s street address. Besides, what are they going to do, knock on every door of every building until they found me?
Ah, but what Drey did not reveal is that Google, in their infinite wisdom, dialed the phone for me.
So I called 1-800-GOOG-411, said “Austin, Texas” and then said “Tiff’s Treats,” and the magical gnomes at my destination answered the phone.
MMmmm, hive mind and voice recognition.
MDK
Tiff’s Treats delivers gooey fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies!
Dave interviewed at Google. From the way he described it, they were one step away from wearing flowing white robes, their eyes crackling with eldritch power.