It seems that everyone's celebrating the barcode patent's 57th anniversary. At NPR's "All Tech Considered" blog Eyder Peralta reminisces about barcode scanners. Referring to them as "dangerous, crisscrossing red lines," Peralta describes laser beam readers as forbidden; mythical; mysterious.
Google honored the patent's anniversary by changing its logo (the "Google Doodle") to this:
I'm told that the above barcode translates to the word "Google" in something called Code 128.
The barcode-impassioned can go here to turn a word (or whatever) into a barcode. The Washington Post discusses the barcode's history in this article. On October 7, 2009, at 4:54 pm the search term "make your own barcode" was number four on Google Trends's top ten list. And on and on and on. I get it; you don't understand how the thing works but you love that it does.
I don't share your fascination.
I've already discussed my struggles with underemployment. Cashiering was by far the underest underemployment that's ever employed me. Mind-numbing doesn't even come close to describing it. If you've done it, you know. Standing in one place for hours and watching that red light find the black lines is...endless. Knees; arches; back; head: everything hurts. If you've done it, you know. Remember how all you wanted to do after your shift was go home and shut out the noise? Remember how at the end of the day you just couldn't force that smile any more? Remember how you'd grab an extra shift even when all you wanted to do was sleep in on Sunday morning, but you took the shift because you needed the money that much? If you've done it, you know.
That red light? It's not all that incomprehensible. It's a laser attached to a computer, and now we know there's a patent for it. If you want mysterious, ask me how I paid my rent on a base wage of $7.15 an hour. There's no doodle for that.
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