Because I can’t stay out of caves. And yes, there are drawings and hand chiseled graffiti in the background. People were jerks back in the day.
|Kate Bosworth: Nylon|
Remember when Google was like that cool older brother that gave you sudden access to all of life’s illicit goods? Suddenly, the internet was your oyster, and you could finally figure out what the Paris Hilton sex tape was all about, or any other sex tape, or find articles about cats drinking cactus beer out of trolls. Even if it didn’t exist, you could google it, and then you would know for sure that it didn’t exist, because Google gave you zero search results. Google’s search engine literally improved my quality of life.
On the flip side of that coin, however, Google has been quietly building work campuses on Superfund hazardous waste sites* and making the lives of those people in them literally worse. Here are some quotes, and my interpretations, from the linked article that I found interesting, from Google spokesperson Katelin Todhunter-Gerberg:
“Employees in the two buildings had access to the information on the intranet, but [Katelin] declined to say whether they were warned of any health risk.” Having access to information is not the same as being told that they are working on a hazardous waste site. “Hazardous waste site” has a certain ring to it.
“[Katelin] said that employees were never in any danger.” Google employs people directly, and also hires people through contracting agencies – temp workers, who are employees of the agency, and not Google. Technically, this statement could be true, because this site may only house temp workers and not actual google employees.
Sometimes, meaning can be found in what Katelin did not say. “Danger” is generic, it is much more vague than, say “Employees were never exposed to hazardous chemicals” or “The measures we took to filter out hazardous chemical from our buildings kept out 98% of these toxins from all areas of all buildings, including stairwells and workspaces.” She could have said these things, or made some other very strong statement, but she didn’t.
I always read how the quality of resilience is a virtue: it is key to success, to happiness. All well and good, sir. However, in practice this is difficult. What I can offer, is inspiring stories where people show how this quality works in practice. It seems to work pretty well, and is surprisingly humble.
Sometimes you go hiking, and sometimes you will see a cow, a cow with dreams twisted up with bits of aubergine. Aubergine, she thinks would be a good name for my next one, the one I will teach to wander away from the fold, to that place I can reach only with my eyes. I will lay her on the sweet grass away from the others, so that she will cultivate a taste for it, and all other grass will be bitter by comparison, and those that eat it will seem alien and rough. Every day I will move her, until she becomes accustomed to the peculiar and will recognize no part of this place as her home.
She will sleep instead, with a cold, coarse shard of curiosity. In time, she will wander away in the night, down the hill, over the stream and through the river. She will move with quiet assurance over the unfamiliar terrain, until eventually she finds her way over there, that place where the light reflects off the water. When she does, the only thing we will share is the sky. She may even miss me, but only just a little.