I need a new word

Yesterday I was going to meet a friend. I arrived very late due to poor planning on my side (leaving late) but also because I got lost. Well… I didn’t really get lost. I knew exactly where I was all the time. Pinpoint accuracy by my GPS. But I didn’t know how to proceed because buses got diverted, some may have been cancelled but I wasn’t sure.

One part of the definition of “lost” is the correct one:

Unable to find one’s way

but the other part is not:

not knowing one’s whereabouts

and when I say I got lost, I may sound like a lier: “How can you possible get lost with your phone/GPS/google maps?”. I need a new word that means “I know where I am but not how to proceed.”

I invented space elevators

I read The Last Theorem by Arthur C. Clarke and Frederik Pohl and an important part of the plot is the construction of a space elevator. There, the authors explain to you what an space elevator is, how does it work, what are the challenges and even who invented them. Apparently in the 19th century some guys already dreamed (and wrote about) space elevators. I bet it was dreamed even before that, but at any rate, I invented them as well.

Picture of scaffoldingWhen I was a kid, the house where I lived used to have scaffoldings here and there quite frequently. It was never finished. I grew up playing in scaffoldings and like some kids build a house in a tree, I built it on scaffolding. It was amazing! I loved it. Obviously I started thinking how high could I build a scaffold? With my child’s mind I saw no limit but I realized that at some point, the outer part would pull instead of push and I fantasized about a scaffold that would reach the moon. A bit more than a mere space elevator.

In my phantasy one would climb the scaffold in a space suit, reach the top and when the moon passed by grab onto it: a small grab for a mind, a giant leap for the scaffolding industry.