When the ads outweigh the content stream
I get it. The internet would disappear if it wasn’t for those targeted ads. However, not everything I type is a lead to a sale. Yesterday, I asked a sibling and a friend about a particular “essential oil worn by hippies”. Today, Amazon hit me up to buy some. Now, that was fast! I still don’t know what the stuff smells like. For the record, I won’t be acquiring a vial to satisfy my curious nature. It would be more fun to wander through a flower power party.
Ditto for all the hoopla about getting my DNA tested for proof of my ancestral origins. I’ve already researched that part of my life, and I know that a small boat and a couple of months of hard rowing will take me “home” should I want to get back to my roots. I have no interest in feeding your corporate interest in my great-grand-whatever, so that you can pass that information (sell that information!) to the rest of the world. Your ads are pretty, but until you provide me with one out of corporate largess.
And, finally, I have proof that my home heating system was worth every penny. Last night, instead of sleepiing, I compiled billing slips. Today, I calculated what an addiction to fuel oil might cost me. I believe I made the only possible choice, going forward. As long as the local water table remains at a sane level, we’re good. And the local spud farmers don’t seem interested in out of control irrigation. Partners. We’re enviornmentally conscious, every last one of us.
