My nerdiness is actually multidimensional. Did you know that?

Mark was telling me about some guy he works with who’s into geocaching.

"Let me get this straight," I said.  "A person hides some stuff in the woods, notes the GPS coordinates, and gives the coordinates to someone else to find."

"Yeah."

"Like the big pile of gold in Cryptonomicon."

"Yeah."

"And looking for the stuff is called ‘geocaching.’"

"Right."

"Shouldn’t that be ‘geotroving?’"

"Huh?"

"Geotroving.  Hiding it should be geocaching.  Finding it should be geotroving."

"No, see, it’s a cache.  You’re looking for a cache."

"No, you’re not.  If I’m looking for something I hid, like my supplies for the winter, then I’m looking for my cache.  But if I come across someone else’s cache, it’s not a cache, it’s a trove.  I mean, who cares who hid the stuff.  The important thing is that I found it.  Get it?"

"Ah."

"Also it’s from the French.  Trouver.  To find."

"Ah.  I see."

"You should tell your co-worker that his sport has the wrong name."

"Yeah."