I have always been of the mind that soulmates are born. There is that one person who just fits with you and you with them. However, I’m not so sure now and wonder, as I read a certain book, that soulmates are made. It’s the years of being together, working out the bad and enjoying the good that brings two people so close to each other that they consider themselves soulmates; living a complete life with someone who was always meant to be, but with work.
Besides the crazy heat, I had a lot of fun exploring Alexandria, also known as Old Town, Georgetown and a couple places in the Smithsonian. I was also able to meet two beautiful ladies during my exploration and it was nice being, and having, company.
Now, it’s all work as I attend demos of the conference here for work. So far so good, though they have packed the entire day for the next 2 days.
Here’s to hoping I’ve got some time to meet more people and/or have some time to relax after the day’s talks.
No, this is not the wondrous tale of The Hobbit. Rather, it will be the beginning of a personal adventure. A trek across a large expanse of land, making a few pilgrimages along the way. Untold experiences to be had and maybe a bit of loot. An adventure indeed, lays before me and such exploration must be shared. So, thankfully, a trusted ally will embark on this crazy trip with me.
We will start our journey in the city of angels, Los Angeles. From there, we will travel up to Seattle and spend a few days there. With our quest complete, we will return to Los Angeles. There will be some stops along the way. I intend to scribe our adventures and misadventures as well as capture the moments with a camera. Hopefully, I shall be able to post my words as often as I can.
One week and a half to go, yet there still remain some things I need to gather for the journey. I will be a busy, busy bee.
Last night’s walk, while taking the same amount of time as previous walks, sped by quickly. Nothing of note lay on the pathways, no new people met and the sky was a distant companion. As I walked back towards home, I realized there was no wind. That made things hotter than before and no soothing breeze as I crossed the overpass linking my neighborhood with the relatively new one.
Due to the routine of the sights, I let my mind wander more. I had picked up the book Dies the Fire by S.M. Stirling and, nearly done with it, replayed the story in my mind. Imagine our everyday world without the use of electricity or even gunpowder. All of civilization crumbles, thousands perish from the sudden absence of technology and even more die from starvation and disease.
Firearms no longer work, governments collapse and the only law is that of the strongest. Is it a person’s true nature to turn cannibal or sadistically evil? Perhaps. Just as well for those that nuture and protect.
The book had allowed a past fancy become more defined and made me reflect on all the gadgets I’m addicted to as well as hobbies I’ve indulged in that could contribute to survival. I say this with a chuckle that I would probably be one of the near dying.
Accompanying such thoughts was a grand playlist the iTunes’ Genius had assembled from “Streamside” by the Album Leaf. Pearl Jam and Tori Amos followed and the near ethereal performances brought to light that even readily avaiable music would also be gone. A protangoist in the book was a musician and the morale boost of her singing was tremendous.
The evening closed silently as I reached home, shutterring the thoughts that such an event, while slim, was possible. I had found a new book series that would stimulate my brain with not only a wonderful story but also musings of what could be.
Yes, I bought the second novel in the series.
Last night’s walk was particularly uneventful. It was just the usual suspects doing their own exercising, with two groups of people walking that I haven’t seen before. There were random litter invading people’s lawns instead of anything attempting to bar my path. Even the sky assumed an easily forgettable posture. A similar theme of routine played on my iPhone, starting with “Nemo” by Nightwish and a few more songs from them, followed by t.A.T.u, Avril Lavigne, 10 Years and Metallica. The routine aspect being there were multiple songs by each of them.
The dull in extrasensory stimuli paved the way for my mind to wander. The neighborhood that is the scenery for much of my walk is populated with houses in the mainland, wood-built style, with half-circle constructs to provide ventilation for the attic. At least the style is reminiscent of the mainland than most other houses I’ve seen around the islands. In any case, those half-circles began to appear like slightly amused cyclopian eyes that would watch my progress. Nothing in the realm of horror, mind you, instead more like a Looney Toons episode. As the wind blew gently down the street, I envisioned cartoon-like tendrils, denoting the wind, frolicking about.
Such is the weirdness that goes on in my head.
