{"id":904,"date":"2012-09-03T13:53:02","date_gmt":"2012-09-03T11:53:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=904"},"modified":"2012-11-01T13:56:57","modified_gmt":"2012-11-01T12:56:57","slug":"smile-youre-on-candid-street-view","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=904","title":{"rendered":"Smile, You&#8217;re on Candid Street View!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/91695677@N00\/3514685035\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft\" style=\"border: 0pt none; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px;\" title=\"129\/365 - Gratuitous Bikini Bottom Shot\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/farm4.static.flickr.com\/3655\/3514685035_676439b0fc_m.jpg?resize=240%2C250\" alt=\"129\/365 - Gratuitous Bikini Bottom Shot\" width=\"240\" height=\"250\" border=\"0\" hspace=\"5\" \/><\/a>&#8220;This is unbelievable!&#8221; my dad shouts into the computer. &#8220;Look at this!&#8221; I lean over his shoulder and observe a man shaking a papaya at an outdoor farmer&#8217;s market.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Wow,&#8221; I say.<\/p>\n<p>Considered alone, a man shaking a papaya is not thrilling visual data. The papaya doesn&#8217;t bear a likeness of St. George and he is not shaking the papaya with a third arm emerging from his chest. The fact that we are looking at a man on a small street in Palermo, Sicily, on Google street view is something that mystifies us both. We are Luddites who enjoy the superficial aspects that computers offer: internet, email, Wikideaths and attractive people sleeping with other attractive people. So Google street view showing a picture of a specific street address is something we can barely fathom.<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->In case you have been living in a cave in the Vrontous Mountains and don&#8217;t know what this is all about, here&#8217;s a brief overview. If you type an address into Google map&#8217;s street view you are given a picture of that location as though you are standing in front of it on the street.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Let&#8217;s try another.&#8221; He types in a random address in Taranto, Italy. There has never been a question that we are searching Italy. He hits the button and the map does its magic, zooming out of Palermo and into Taranto. It settles on a short white building, in front of which another man is standing. He is not shaking a papaya.<\/p>\n<p>We are quiet for a moment. And then my dad asks, &#8220;What is he doing?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>What he is doing is unclear, but his hands are in his pants. It&#8217;s possible Google street view has caught this man fixing his boxers, scratching his man junk or embarking in the throes of self-copulation. In order to avoid the most uncomfortable conversation since our 42-second sex talk in 1989, my dad changes the subject quickly. &#8220;Want to go to your house in Prague?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Sure.&#8221; Then with a nanosecond of thought, &#8220;No!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>For someone who doesn&#8217;t use psychedelic drugs or work as a Republican politician, I&#8217;ve got a healthy dose of paranoia. I love conspiracy theories, I fully believe that the contents of Area 51 are now in Fort Knox and I expect the evil Cat Navy of the Vltava to attack just after I figure out how to set my watch alarm.<\/p>\n<p>Google street view does not help corral this paranoia. Although I rarely self-copulate in public (4th Tuesday of every third month), I imagine a street view image of me jamming a finger into my nostril, or a pulling free a wedgie and dancing on one leg. The list of possibilities grows exponentially as my mind wanders. No matter the image, the word beautiful does not describe any of them.<\/p>\n<p>My Google street view paranoia is exacerbated when an ill-advised search on the internet produces the article <em>30 Shocking and Unexpected Google Street View Photos<\/em>. This is a collection of random Google street view photos found after diligent research by Canadian photographer Jon Rafman. There are no people self-copulating but there are people almost enjoying dual-copulation, a man walking down the street with a drawn handgun and a little boy hiding behind a trash can. There are two separate pictures of things on fire (house and van), a lone baby crawling on the street and a street gang wearing werewolf masks and pulling over cars. There are many animals represented in these photos. A horse arguing with a person, a pony eating trash, a flock of angry Hitchcock seagulls, a reindeer sprinting down a lonely highway and a tiger walking across a parking lot. A tiger. Parking lot.<\/p>\n<p>My paranoid mind does not need any help. Now tigers just hang out in parking lots, everyone on the street has a handgun and I await my turn to run into the werewolf gang. And surely a new conspiracy theory will be built involving the animal kingdom&#8217;s plot to takeover Earth.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe they&#8217;ll join the Cat Navy of the Vltava.<\/p>\n<p>Link Below: <em>30 Shocking and Unexpected Google Street View Photos<\/em><\/p>\n<p>What&#8217;s your favorite photo?<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.demilked.com\/google-street-view-photos\/\">http:\/\/www.demilked.com\/google-street-view-photos\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;This is unbelievable!&#8221; my dad shouts into the computer. &#8220;Look at this!&#8221; I lean over his shoulder and observe a man shaking a papaya at an outdoor farmer&#8217;s market. &#8220;Wow,&#8221; I say. Considered alone, a man shaking a papaya is not thrilling visual data. 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