1. A couple people have asked what exactly my job is all about. So here it is, in a nutshell. I work for a company that shall be known henceforth as The Company (remember, I just watched eleven episodes of Heroes in four nights). The Company has a contract with a search engine provider that shall be known henceforth as Mr. Searcho (I am contractually obligated to keep Mr. Searcho's true identity a secret; I am not contractually obligated to keep The Company's true identity a secret, but I don't feel like having web searches for my employer's name leading to my blog).
So anyway, my job title is either Annotator or Judge, depending on who you ask. What that means is that every day Mr. Searcho feeds me a bunch of queries that have been entered into his search engine (i.e. "pariss hilton" or "utube" or "free movie download" or "who is samantha stevens bestest friend ever"), along with a bunch of web pages that their search engine has provided as possible results for those queries, and I look at each web page and decide, in 30 seconds or less, whether that page is an exact match, a strong match, a weak match, or a super crappy match for what I think the person who typed that query into the search engine was looking for. The ultimate goal here, I believe, is to "teach" the search engine to improve its accuracy. Or something like that. A side effect, though, is that I see a lot of stuff--random trivia, four-year-old news articles about people in Alaska, blogs, website subpages that were never meant to be seen, movie and product reviews, message board arguments, and parts of women (and some men) I'd really rather not ever see (and some parts I don't mind seeing). After seeing 500-600 web pages a day for nearly four months now, I've concluded that at least 50% of the internet is spam.
2. The halfbike. I cleaned it up and put it back together last Friday. An important connecting bolt/clamp thing was broken, but I managed to improvise with a quick trip to Ace Hardware. And here's a picture of S-Boogie's new school transportation:
I love love love it. She gets to ride a bike to school, but we can go at my speed instead of hers and thus get there in seven minutes instead of twenty. And we produce no smog with our daily commute--only smug.
9 comments:
"my job title is either Annotator or Judge"
For what it's worth, The Annotator sounds like a better superhero name, and yet it seems it shouldn't.
Glad you're settled in.
For what it's worth, if a superhero calling himself The Annotator appears in the Sacramento area in the near future, it's not me. Really.
The new bike set-up is terrific! And so is the cute little face of the brother! Is he agitating for his own cool halfbike yet?
Sweet ride. All the cool people I know seem to bike to work/school/church. I am so lame. I would bike but I have a flat tire and so nothing can be done.
ESM: So far Little Dude is happy to be in his little trailer.
L: Oh, man, that sucks, but you're right, nothing can be done. So long as you recognize that the rest of us are cooler than you.
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Hey---see you made it to the concert. Nice job.
Sure did. You're fast--I'd barely had that picture up five minutes when you commented.
Sounds like a pretty cuil job.
Hee. My job thinks you're pretty cuil too, Playa.
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