A friend of mine in his blog, he discussed a topic technically trivial, as underestimated by most people is: what are "indexed" by Internet search engines? (In this case Google)
In his specific episode was said that, after a very short time, two of his friends in elementary (which he could not see 24 years) had contacted via email. So, out of nowhere. These two gentlemen had typed in Google the name of my friend, hoping to find information leading to an address: an address, telephone, email.
My friend, being present on many web pages design and Fantasy, an email had in fact published its own. Thus following the classic scripts from the movie "Manual of Love 2", or, if all else fails in this, rushed to find old friends buried by time. Usually the limit is imposed on the schools, but never give the rules to the feelings!
As a spontaneous reaction, of course, the same desire to "google" my "friends who were" of elementary and middle became urgent. What
check by typing my name in Google, I am well aware, my index is indeed quite large, and the only thing I am relatively pleased. Being in a one page web amateur (when they were still called Homepages) has put his name in 1996, he carved permanently in the archives do Google.
You can also remove the page, but remain around various cached copies of it ...
The usual article, falsely posing as computer literacy book about a famous Italian newspaper online, a couple of years ago, reported an all-American fashion to give the rating of a person based on the results of a simple Google search of the name, surname or other keyword in a few more. The more results you have, the "accounts".
I count some of the most famous Italian filmmakers emerging, according to this method ... Cannes pity I do not know where I lack very precise.
Apart from these notes of color, be easily traced on the Internet (yes, because if we use a Deep Web search engine, you can get information on virtually all, if some government sites are not programmed with certain standard) is a bore . I
in recent weeks, I'm paying the price index to be so, then maybe, after the fact, in a few years and in broad terms, I will explain what I'm going through just now.
Back to my friends.
I tried myself to type in Google the name and surname of my best friend of the medium. Roberta D.
Yes, in an era when sexuality was an instinct almost twelve years old in the latent and difficult to interpret (unlike now), my "friend"-that is the classmate of three-years, was a little girl. The first answer that Google gives me is a person with the same name that sells his paintings on Ebay. I check your listings. I am from Parma. Roberta was very gifted at medium already in the drawing, and within hours of Education Art gave their best, in almost eguaglaindomi skill ;-).
In all probability she is. I see his paintings, which are sold to several hundred € per piece. Not bad. Oil paintings with surrealistic subjects, usually children. Solid colors, intense. In a context dominated by shades of blue, another yellow.
Children smiling, thoughtful children, the protagonists of his paintings. Robby, you've become really an artist!
A feeling of sweet melancholy I feel when I think of those carefree years.
Provo with the name of another person with whom he had tied a lot: James B. On
Parma out of the same name that works for the security office of a large company in the area, and civil engineer. Email, office extension. But ... Well it actually was familiar with the numbers above James and his parents imposed strict discipline of study. Let's try another: Mark L.
Immediate result: a profile published in the company website. It seems to be in a group practice of engineering. E 'him, his profile is shown in the city of birth, which is not Italian (we all knew in the class who was born outside Italy ...). Civil engineer well him and bravo Marco.
He was very good to him, medium well, and had a very memory efficient. At thirteen he could respond instantly on the world's capitals.
Afghanistan? Kabul! Japan? Tokyo! Iraq? Where is he? Near Iran ... But where?! Well, Baghdad is ... I think.
blissful ignorance ...
Ok good ones are academically on Google. Enter the name of a girl who cared more back then to imitate Madonna to study. None. Inconsistent results.
I try another combination. None. Nothing in Provo Deep Web.
Will not it dead? :-(
It 's a dangerous game, you know. These are behaviors that you already know where they lead. A friend of mine has become an artist who sells his works, two are engineers. And I?
The mechanism of comparison becomes automatic. They made me ... more career
course, I am convinced that if I were a billionaire happy (which is different from a "happy billionaire"), I would not even try to do this Google search.
If things do not satisfy us in this 100%, I would say that it is normal to seek solutions in the past. Normal is different from profit.
You wonder if I contacted these friends who tracked down via Google?
No. If it was fate that we remain friends, it is doubtful that Google can force your luck.
I still believe the random encounters, having tried at least twice in my life, two things worthy of romantic comedy, based on pure randomness, model 1 chance in a 1,000,000. But those are other stories ... ;-)
In his specific episode was said that, after a very short time, two of his friends in elementary (which he could not see 24 years) had contacted via email. So, out of nowhere. These two gentlemen had typed in Google the name of my friend, hoping to find information leading to an address: an address, telephone, email.
My friend, being present on many web pages design and Fantasy, an email had in fact published its own. Thus following the classic scripts from the movie "Manual of Love 2", or, if all else fails in this, rushed to find old friends buried by time. Usually the limit is imposed on the schools, but never give the rules to the feelings!
As a spontaneous reaction, of course, the same desire to "google" my "friends who were" of elementary and middle became urgent. What
check by typing my name in Google, I am well aware, my index is indeed quite large, and the only thing I am relatively pleased. Being in a one page web amateur (when they were still called Homepages) has put his name in 1996, he carved permanently in the archives do Google.
You can also remove the page, but remain around various cached copies of it ...
The usual article, falsely posing as computer literacy book about a famous Italian newspaper online, a couple of years ago, reported an all-American fashion to give the rating of a person based on the results of a simple Google search of the name, surname or other keyword in a few more. The more results you have, the "accounts".
I count some of the most famous Italian filmmakers emerging, according to this method ... Cannes pity I do not know where I lack very precise.
Apart from these notes of color, be easily traced on the Internet (yes, because if we use a Deep Web search engine, you can get information on virtually all, if some government sites are not programmed with certain standard) is a bore . I
in recent weeks, I'm paying the price index to be so, then maybe, after the fact, in a few years and in broad terms, I will explain what I'm going through just now.
Back to my friends.
I tried myself to type in Google the name and surname of my best friend of the medium. Roberta D.
Yes, in an era when sexuality was an instinct almost twelve years old in the latent and difficult to interpret (unlike now), my "friend"-that is the classmate of three-years, was a little girl. The first answer that Google gives me is a person with the same name that sells his paintings on Ebay. I check your listings. I am from Parma. Roberta was very gifted at medium already in the drawing, and within hours of Education Art gave their best, in almost eguaglaindomi skill ;-).
In all probability she is. I see his paintings, which are sold to several hundred € per piece. Not bad. Oil paintings with surrealistic subjects, usually children. Solid colors, intense. In a context dominated by shades of blue, another yellow.
Children smiling, thoughtful children, the protagonists of his paintings. Robby, you've become really an artist!
A feeling of sweet melancholy I feel when I think of those carefree years.
Provo with the name of another person with whom he had tied a lot: James B. On
Parma out of the same name that works for the security office of a large company in the area, and civil engineer. Email, office extension. But ... Well it actually was familiar with the numbers above James and his parents imposed strict discipline of study. Let's try another: Mark L.
Immediate result: a profile published in the company website. It seems to be in a group practice of engineering. E 'him, his profile is shown in the city of birth, which is not Italian (we all knew in the class who was born outside Italy ...). Civil engineer well him and bravo Marco.
He was very good to him, medium well, and had a very memory efficient. At thirteen he could respond instantly on the world's capitals.
Afghanistan? Kabul! Japan? Tokyo! Iraq? Where is he? Near Iran ... But where?! Well, Baghdad is ... I think.
blissful ignorance ...
Ok good ones are academically on Google. Enter the name of a girl who cared more back then to imitate Madonna to study. None. Inconsistent results.
I try another combination. None. Nothing in Provo Deep Web.
Will not it dead? :-(
It 's a dangerous game, you know. These are behaviors that you already know where they lead. A friend of mine has become an artist who sells his works, two are engineers. And I?
The mechanism of comparison becomes automatic. They made me ... more career
course, I am convinced that if I were a billionaire happy (which is different from a "happy billionaire"), I would not even try to do this Google search.
If things do not satisfy us in this 100%, I would say that it is normal to seek solutions in the past. Normal is different from profit.
You wonder if I contacted these friends who tracked down via Google?
No. If it was fate that we remain friends, it is doubtful that Google can force your luck.
I still believe the random encounters, having tried at least twice in my life, two things worthy of romantic comedy, based on pure randomness, model 1 chance in a 1,000,000. But those are other stories ... ;-)
