In Spanish, “busca” means “to search.” The word “buscador” exists because “busca” is insufficient in describing what search engines have become to a society steeped in the web. The only move in English etymology towards recognizing this contemporary dependency drips with the ink of commercialism (the verb “Google”).
No matter how much we try to pull the strings of that bag 2016 closed, ill leaks from its pursed lips. We count the year down as if it will ever be just another year. This morning, the news/entertainment show “Un Nuevo Día” began to list off the statistics, provided by Google, of the most searched peoples, events, modern memories. The ways this year will be defined. The ways we will be defined. How that ink will stain.
Meanwhile, in a land caked with false ice, a great number of my friends confide with me turbulent nightmares, new pathologies, layoffs, broken engagements, unyielding pain. Typing in searches on a three inch tall screen has become our pastime, and even when we are past done, we keep searching.
Times like this, I am glad I don’t have internet at home. I open my laptop and see the report my brother forgot to bring to school, though, and curse our required reliance on a commercialized interconnected immaterial empire.
Cluttered mind, I walked to the library in temperatures below freezing where now, after I write, I will search, search, search, just to get lost.
To do the same outside, I would freeze to death.
Los más buscado en Google en 2016 [video file]. (2016, December 14). Retrieved from KJNK-LD (Telemundo Minneapolis)