Today I splurged on a deep-red lipstick. I say splurged
because I bought it at one of those stores that sells only cosmetics and
related items instead of the grocery store, where I usually toss makeup into my
cart along with bagels and toilet-bowl cleaner. My boyfriend was with me, complaining
because they didn’t sell fishing gear or weaponry.
As soon as I got home, I typed the brand Urban Decay and the color F-Bomb into Google and was immediately
treated to a video of a pretty, young woman telling me exactly how to apply it.
You might think a person would already know how to apply lipstick; it’s fairly
self-explanatory. But no, she had a few tricks up her sleeve and even set the
timer on her iPhone, promising to return several hours later and let us know
how it performed. I’m pleased to report that the F-Bomb is a winner.
I’m not sure who I’m happiest with, Urban Decay or Google. Okay,
it’s Google. Earlier this week I severely burned my thumb when removing a cup
of queso from my microwave. After thirty minutes of sitting on the couch trying
to keep my thumb submerged in a cup of ice water (and guarding said water from cocker
spaniel Bailey, who was apparently suddenly very thirsty), I googled burns and discovered that if you don’t
have aloe vera on hand (I don’t), then you can coat the affected area with
white toothpaste, and presto, the pain will stop instantly. It did. But note,
this works only with white toothpaste, not blue, green or gel.
Bailey, yet another
friend of Roz’s, first introduced in our blog about Skype
So, in my daily life, Google has become an unpaid consultant
living in my home. I seek advice daily on everything from how many children the
Duchess of Devonshire had in the late 1700s to when it’s time to change the oil
in my car (even though the car itself will let me know, I still need a second
opinion from Google).
As a writer, I find Google indispensable. There’s a little stuff
I think I know, and then a whole lot of stuff I don’t. In our latest book in The Val & Kit Mystery Series (still in the works
and as yet untitled), the ladies are treated to Greek coffee made in a briki, a
word that was on the tip of our tongues until Google defined it. In DEATH IN DOOR COUNTY, a character from
Croatia emerges, and Google took us on a tour of that country, clearing up any misconceptions
about Croatian culture.
How does one make a perfect martini? What are the
ingredients for shrimp étoufée? And furthermore, how do you
even spell étoufée? I’m no cook, but since Kit James (one of our
protagonists) is somewhat of a gourmet, I’m learning through Google on her
behalf. Of course, the pitfall of my googly pal is spending too many hours
looking up something that leads to something else. For example: is George Clooney really single again
can take you to the Darfur conflict, which in turn can lead you to Africa in
general and blood diamonds. And before you know it, you are cruising the
Tiffany website.
Then, just when I think I might know all there is to know
about everything, Mother Nature kicks in and deletes a good portion of this
minutiae from my memory, freeing up a lot of space. But I won’t be undone, and
I’m off now to Google Mother Nature herself.
Just who is she?
