Day 76

I was telling the man with the beard, up on the ceiling, that we needed to get an air conditioner for the ECCV. He said that was a good idea, and he’d chip in if I ordered one. The lady bee didn’t have ready money at the moment, but promised she was good for it. I didn’t ask the ants if they wanted in, because A) I didn’t see any, and B) they have larger problems at the moment. The forest sprites, who I didn’t tell you about the other day, but who also live in the wood grain, came up with $75 between them, so I got out my plastic and ordered one from Home Depot, for pickup tomorrow. That was just before I came into the nice cool house and had myself a little lie down.

I’ve been thinking it might be time for me to get out of the house more often. Work has been long, and I haven’t done such a good job going on walks and runs around the neighborhood. In the golden days I liked to go on an Epic Walk now and then, into distant neighborhoods, or off into the hinterlands. I know there are some animals that carry the Dread Virus. Do cows? Maybe I’ll walk until I see some cows, and talk with them a while.

That makes me wonder where the closest cows are. I bet, given the strange, lumpy shape of the city, there are closer cows than I realize. I feel like that’s a thing mobile phones should be able to do. If Google’s going to map the whole world from satellites twice a day, and know where we are all the time and everything about us, it seems like we should be able to get stats like that on our phone. Somebody has a data set on a server right now that includes both my location and the whereabouts of all the cows in the Portland Metro Area. Actually I’m going to ask Google now.

I did this, and, I wouldn’t lie to you, my stalwart journal, the voice of Google responded by saying, “Here it is, ‘Dancing with Cows.’” Apparently ‘Dancing with Cows’ is only 2.2 miles from my current location.

I can’t decide if I want to know more, or if I want to live the mystery.