Jason E., that was the topic of a Mythbusters episode some time ago. It was busted, but they did get some interesting results from placing an oscillator on a bridge.

http://kwc.org/mythbusters/2006/08/episode_60_earthquake_machine.html

Oh, and Ian, we have three resident street musicians within a few blocks of my workplace, and I freaking LOVE those guys. There's a guy with a saxophone who frequently parks himself directly across the street, an older guy with a guitar who sounds like a cross between Johnny Cash and Gene Autry, and a new guy who sings Dylan (or pretty much any song in the style of Dylan). If I was going to give money to anyone on the street, it'd be those guys. But since I never have money to give, sometimes I'll go buy them a cold drink on hot days.

I work in downtown Indianapolis, and a few years ago you couldn't walk a block without being approached for money. They've since made it illegal to actively panhandle; all they can do now is shake a cup or hold up a sign, although there are plenty who still ask (there's one creepy cracked-out woman who will step in front of you and follow you for half a block if you don't tell her to leave you alone). I don't carry cash on my person anymore, not even change (coins for parking meters are kept in my glove compartment), so I can't feel guilty about lying when I say I haven't got anything to give them. (I'm not Catholic, but I'd be good at it.)

Occasionally I'll offer food to the "Homeless & Hungry Any Help Please God Bless" sign-holders. Surprisingly (or maybe not), some of them don't seem to be all that hungry.

Somehow I think the Indiana landscape is pretty similar to Iowa's. Corn. Soybeans. Corn. Hogs. Corn. But, should you ever find yourself in the Hoosier state, we've got a few pretty cool things to show off.

James Dean's hometown of Fairmount, for starters. It's a tiny little town in east-central Indiana. Every fall they have James Dean Days, which is an enormous festival with a carnival, car shows, James Dean look-alike contests, stuff like that.

John Dillinger was born in Mooresville, IN, and you can visit his grave at Crown Hill Cemetery in Indianapolis (which, incidentally, is the largest civilian cemetery in the country, and a truly beautiful place to spend an afternoon).

While you're in Indy, you can also stop by the Children's Museum, which is the largest of its kind in the world, and is definitely not just for kids (but brace yourself for screaming school groups, no matter what day of the week you go). The Dinosphere is especially amazing.

East of Indy is Knightstown, where you'll find the gym in which the movie "Hoosiers" was filmed.

North of Indy is Conner Prairie, which is a living museum set in 1832(?).

Yeah. I love my home state. Not much glamour here, but it's pretty interesting, if you give it a chance. :-)

White Barn and Yankee Candle both have campfire-scented candles. They're lovely. I also went into a gift shop in Nashville, IN recently and they had a leather-scented candle. I almost bought it.

A few years ago around the holidays, Bath & Body Works had a mashed-potato scented candle. It smelled so realistic my mouth actually watered. I don't think I'd actually want my house to smell like that, though.

That was... sort of amazing. I absolutely adored the old folks.

"One hundred. [pause] Is that it?"

I want that on my gravestone.