City of Angels, With an “e” Added in the Mix.
Last weekend (which was until yesterday) I was out of town again. I went to Angeles to paint the town red and soak everyone with my awesomeness. Okay, so that may not entirely be the reason why I’m there, but I’m just trying to cover in a less specific words what I did there particularly.
Anyway, it’s funny because I was just at the same place almost exactly the same time last year, to do almost exactly the same thing. It’s like running through an old script one year after, with slight modifications of characters, themes, plot progression, etc. It’s like the title of Led Zeppelin’s "The Song Remains the Same", one year later.
However, what I wasn’t aware of is that I met again people whom I didn’t think I’ll see another time after the identical three day activity of last year. Suddenly, while I was inside this, "sanctuary", attending different, shall we say, "goings-on", memories of their name surges back to my brain. Throughout the entire year of not going to Angeles, I didn’t ever had any contact with any of the people whom I was around with back when I was in Angeles. Suddenly, I remember what everyone’s called, without even asking all over again what their name is.
There might be some scientific explanation as how our minds assign the appropriate names and remembers them to the people who own them. My guess is that somehow there’s a complex mechanism in our synapses that connects things we have heard before to the things we see. Or maybe there’s some connection to the visual to the mind. But until I have enough time to study neurology (which is something I’m only half-interested in), there’s only one conclusion I can make from my memory:
I guess I’m not yet that old. :grins:
