Things I Googled At Work -- Now Open For Business

The idea for this blog came about during a Thanksgiving dessert in not-quite suburban Baltimore Maryland (insert standard hail to John Waters here) in 2003. I had purchased a number of zines (for the hell of it) at Atomic Books and was struck by the fact that not one of them spoke to the concerns of me.

The every-day, average, 30-something, East Coast liberal elitist latte drinker.

Let's look at the facts. I'm too old and crumudgeonly to be an activist. I know who I'm going to vote for and I know how screwed up the world is. I don't need a zine to tell me to be a feminist or pro-equality or that recycling is a way cool thing. I don't need anyone to tell me that consumerism is soul-sucking and frankly I like the seasonal lattes at Starbucks. Sue me.

I needed a zine that spoke to my condition. So I decided to start one. On the web.

Because I'm lazy (insert standard GenXer comment here) I'm just piggy-backing on my old blog (rather than just g*d forbid PRINTING something) which means that old blog's design impacts this one until I can figure out a way that it won't. I'm open to suggestions.

But. With all that said... let me announce today that a zine/blog/whatever for the rest of us... is officially open. Something that we can all relate to. Something that provides the context for the meaning in our lives. Something that speaks to the tangible every-day-ness of our individual existences.

I give you...

Things I Googled At Work.

(If I can figure out how to do it, I'll make posting open to everyone. Spread the word kids. The GenXers are back.)

Comments

[jessie_nyc]

dude ~ you're on the world wide web. *cool*

[bonmot]

hey there, i signed up. i can help with the "design impact" bit, we'll talk later. now, what sort of stuff can i post, i'm assuming from the title, sites that i come across when i use google during work hours? how literal should i be? i know i'm being a bit of a dense brick, but i don't want to be too tangential if that is not the point...

[Lisah]

I don't know what I'm doing here.