Lisi Powers
Creative Copywriter
&
Frequent Flyer
December 9, 2014
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My Journey to Become a Google Explorer

Before I start, it’s probably worth noting that weird things always happen to me. That’s one of the biggest reasons that everyone figured Google Glass was perfect for me—I’d have an opportunity to finally catch at least a fraction of my awkward encounters on video.

On my way down W 16th street, to the Google Glass Fitting Room at Chelsea Market, I noticed this woman standing near a tree up ahead. She looked like she was trying to get something out of the tree, and was yanking on the lower-hanging branches. My immediate thought was that she was out of sorts, to put it mildly, and I was preparing myself for some kind of bizarre exchange, because that’s just what I’ve come to expect in life.

However, as I got nearer, I realized she was actually fairly young, and completely normal-looking. “Looks like you could use some help,” I offered, “I’m pretty tall.” I wasn’t really sure what she was doing, but it seemed like she was breaking branches off the tree; there were a bunch of sticks poking out from the top of her tote bag.

“Yeah, actually! That’d be great!” She seemed genuinely surprised that I was offering to help her. She was even more surprised when she found out I was from New York; I guess I’m proof we’re not all awful!

It turns out the girl was actually a nice SVA student named Jessica. She explained to me that she was building a sculpture of an antelope head, and she needed more wood for it. “Instead of going to the art store and buying more sticks, I figured I’d see what I could find out here!” Fair enough. “I figured since I’m across the street from an art school, people might not think what I was doing was weird, but everyone except you just walked by looking at me like I’m crazy.”

“Well,” I said while yanking on a branch, “At least you’re not crazy alone now?” The two of us laughed as we froze our hands off and sawed off some branches with her keys. A few minutes after I stopped, another man stopped and asked if we needed some help. He wound up finally breaking off the branch we’d been desperately trying (and failing) to pull down, and we high fived him in thanks. I snapped a photo of our knight in shining armor (/black jacket), and he carried on his way.

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Once we had that branch, Jessica decided that would have to suffice, and she thanked me again for my help. We exchanged info so I could see the project once it was finished. I took a quick picture of her too, and made my way to the Fitting Room.

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I entered Chelsea Market, and took the elevator to the 8th floor, finally arriving at Google. It was everything I’d expect Google to be—a big, open space where everyone walks around with Google Glass on their faces. I could’ve stayed all day.

I was helped by a girl named Stephanie, who ran me through setting up my device, pairing it with my phone, and all the basic features. After playing with it a bit, and repeating, “THIS IS SO COOL” a thousand times, we worked out some kinks, I recorded a video, and decided I had a handle on it.

Before I went back to the office, I decided I should find something delicious to eat. I meandered around Chelsea Market and finally decided on a burger from Friedman’s Lunch. While I walked around waiting, I was approached by a ton of people who just “had to know what that is.” Here are few of the passerbys who had to stop and check out what was going on:

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Snapped a picture of my delicious burger with my Google Glass. By the way, great burger. Got to get back there. Stat.

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I started sending everyone I know silly train selfies on my way home, showing off my Google Glass.

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When I got back to the office, the Glass made its way around the room, since everyone wanted to try it out. My first conclusion is that when you play the clay shooter game, you look really, really silly.

What’s next for my Google Glass Exploration? If you have any ideas for adventures I should take, let us know! @FatGuyMedia or @LisiPowers on Twitter and the Fat Guy Media Facebook.

originally posted on fatguymedia.com

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