Lesson Three: Just Google It

Ok, so you’ve picked your “spouse” (see Lesson One) and you’ve sorted out all the details (see Lesson Two). Now, you want to know what’s next. This particular phrase used to be known as something entirely different. Not that long ago, if you wanted to share with someone the crux of this lesson, you would say this “don’t reinvent the wheel”. Now, times have changed and while people are trying to share the same sentiment, they say something different now. Now they say, “just google it”. The point; someone has already figured out how to do most of the things on this planet so instead of trying to learn everything from scratch why not (where possible and profitable) just copy from someone else. 

The wedding that I most recently attended had a lot of “first timers”. Neither the Best Man nor the Maiden of Honor had ever held that duty before and in fact I don’t believe either of them had ever even been in a wedding party. This meant that they were stumbling blind into their duties. Both did a wonderful job but I was struck by something that the Best Man said. He said “I didn’t really know what I was supposed to get up here and talk about…so I googled it”. This was, for me, a “click moment” (I’m currently reading The Click Moment by Frans Johansson). It was a moment where I stopped and said “of course”.

When I want to add a twitter feed on a website for a client, I don’t think ‘ok, now I’ll just try to figure out all the intricate coding that goes into this’. My very first thought, before I think anything else is “someone must have done this already” and I go find the snippet of code that I need, edit where necessary (alway borrowing from those that are actively sharing their code) and post it. Generally, when we’re talking mundane tasks and not big picture scenarios, someone has almost always been there and done that. I’m constantly mystified by the concept of what we did before Google. I actually remember looking up info in a physical encyclopedia. It was mentally and physically exhausting. It was also incredibly rewarding, but still. I like that I can pick up my phone and find out that Wil Wheaton has no biological sons. Don’t ask