I remember the first time I heard the word 'google'. I think I was in the third grade - that age when you like to use words no one has heard of and then act like the people who've never heard of it are SO second grade. At the time, they were using in the mathematical sense, because obviously, an informed third grader needs a word meaning "a number that is equal to 1 followed by 100 zeros and expressed as 10 to the 100th power."
More years pass.
It's 2000. I'm thirty two. I'm pastoring a church and teaching a few classes at Schilling School for Gifted Children (no, this is not a Far Side cartoon). I watch a fifteen year old kid surf the web, often referencing this plain jane website called Google. It has no graphics. No banner ads. No promises to win an iPod if I'd only punch the monkey (to be fair, I'm not sure if we knew what an iPod was then...). I asked him "What's that...".
"What's it do?"
"Everything you want it to....".
He was joking. At least in 2000. Actually, he was prophesying. Eight years later, I find it hard to brush my teeth without signing in with my gmail account name. And you know what? I love it.
I'm writing a series of posts for the Luke18 blog to be launched in a couple of days. I use Google Docs. Find the nearest Dean and Deluca? Google maps on the CrackBerry. Condense all my email accounts and route them to one box to be sifted through by the trusty uber assistant? Gmail and a fistful of filters. Need to find Target? Text message Google the word "Target" and your zip code. Or "Walmart" and your zip code. Or "Reptilian Veterinarian" and your zip code. Boom! You get a text back with a list of them.
I seriously think my next laptop is going to be a cheapo running Linux and I'll just Google my way through life.
I join my voice to the growing horde and cheer "Yahoo for Google!" :)*
Disclaimer: I was paid no money or compensatory goods for this post. I am, however, smart enough to know that Google never forgets.