Entries from April 2008 ↓

A great Google tool I use, (that is not easy to find), is a pedometer. It’s great to use to see how far I ran when I don’t stick to a regular neighborhood route. It’s good for bike rides and to see how far is the walked to the grocery store. I used it once to see how far it was, door-to-door, from my house to my friend Michelle’s in Leeds, England.

I used the pedometer this morning to see how far away poor Nancy Schmidt was who got murdered yesterday morning.

The murder was 0.0954 miles from my front porch to Nancy Schmidt’s porch.

It’s on the TV news, it’s on the radio news. It’s sad…all the neighbors are talking and everyone is a bit on edge. Many are going up to the house to look…not to see anything, but, I don’t know, to come to grips with it somehow.

There is a sensation I get when these types of things happen. Everyone familiar with the tragedy has a sense of gloom, but those that aren’t aware behave normally. That contrast is creepy for me. I remember when I was young and my Grandmother died and our family was grieving and people we’d pass couldn’t care less. At the time it seemed extra strange, but why would people that don’t know something bad happened be upset?

I got that same feeling last night as I was going up the stairs in the dark and hearing the sound of the ice cream truck, ding-a-ding-ding. Happy sounds on a gloomy street. Just so eerie.

How does that “thing” happen? That thing where you are in a room full of people and you look across the room at something, maybe at glasses on the bar, and for moment you glance to the side to a person that just at that same moment turns to meet your stare.

There have been several lately when I’m in my car at a light and the person I glance at doesn’t even have me in their line of vision and they quickly *turn around* and see me looking. If I had been sitting there staring at them ok, but I just glanced for a second before they turned.

Doesn’t that piss you off to have that feeling of guilt for staring at them? You didn’t stare, but you got caught anyway. How does that “thing” work? You and I have been on the other side of that “thing” and thought someone had been staring at us.

What is that “thing” called? Isn’t there a name for that?

Is that “thing” the same thing as when you think of a loved one as the phone starts to ring and it’s THEM on the phone?

That “thing” should have a name. I have a few, but decided they were to stupid to post.

Speaking of stupid names…what’s the name of the moon that orbits the Earth? The damn thing is called the Moon…how dumb is that? I could have come up with that name. Let’s petition to get a REAL name for the Moon or change the name of the Sun to Star.

Continuing with stupid. How old is “rising” and “setting”? The Sun and Moon don’t do those things, ya know? That concept of a fixed earth with moving heavenly bodies around us is from early man, yet we say “rising” and “setting”. Petitions for this are need first, then to rename the Moon and a name for that “thing”.

I don’t have time to get petitions going for any of this, I’m going out to get a pair of horse blinders retro-fitted to my head.