Friday, August 14, 2009
What happened to '81?
Post number 83, however there was no post number 81...
Eightees. Eightys. 1908s. '80s.
So many with the same name as I in the world. I tried web searching* my name today. It happens that the name is very popular in Australia, has no country of origin, has no meaning and really isn't well favoured as a girls' name America.
*I'm refraining from the term Googling because it's like saying you want a Xerox when you really mean a photocopy
I once had a random email from a namesake in America, or Canadia? I forget. But she had contacted me as a namesake. Somehow, on the world wide web not too many years after it's spreading like a giant plague of viral attention seeking; I was online and net enabled through school to receive an email as I commonly used it for my email address.
I am not the first to have used my name backwards but have found that it's a name in Spain or something like that. Pretty weird but I did lack in investigating the origin of my backwards name and so no real fruitful evidence that it is, in fact, a non-english background name.
I thought of something really pedantic like putting my birth year in my email so that I can date stamp being me... Does that make sense? I think it does. But again, it would be a little weird as I acquired this name from my second parents. So perhaps the date stamp needs to be adjusted for the years I actually am my name, and not for the years I wasn't...
I very much feel that human beings are like droplets of rain. They come in masses. You don't always identify them because they are so many and indistinguishable. However, you notice if one falls on your head... :P
lol
And you also notice when they land on your car.
x2 lol
The path of a raindrop is pretty steady. Gravity pulls the precipitating bunch of hydrogen and oxygen molecules to the ground. Variations would be the gravity, wind factor, humidity, temperature and what's in its path. The little droplets converge upon meeting another to form a larger one, or sometimes they split paths as they trickle down the windscreen of your car. Others bead and cling to the pane of a window, spreading to obtain maximum surface and slowly dissipate as they are evaporated with heat.
Others become murkied with other elements as they crash and create mud, form small creeks in paddocks or puddles in the city that cars tend to splash upon you when turning a corner too speedily.
Pretty uneventful unless it's a flood or wave.
Sometimes the water freezes and become great ice land-forms, heaving through the ocean and growing and crushing.
Sometimes it's the size of golf balls or baseballs through roofs of homes or nurturing and providing much needed sustenance to plants and creatures.
Then...
All the water dries up or trickles away to fall another day.