Adoration

A friend of mine send me a birthday card. I see this lovely woman only a few times a year, but we spent four gorgeous months in London together four years ago (has it been that long? le sigh).

Inside the card, the first thing she wrote was "I just adore you."

The word adore stood out.

Adore...

I love practically everything in my life (except shaving... Lord how I hate shaving...) and in my opinion, it is easy to love.

I think adoration is up a few levels from love, and thus her card meant that much more to me.

Funny how a simple word can change everything.

I can list off a plethora of things I love: Chocolate. Traveling. Music. Friends. Family. Reading. Buying things for a house I don't have. Wine.

I don't think I can tell you what I adore though, not from the top of my head at least.

Hmm, a thought to ponder I suppose as I sit here consumed by insomnia.

But I will save that for another post.

Where the flying cars?

It's really upsetting to look at the world today, in the year 2009, and see how money driven it really is.

Remember as a child, we heard stories of the future and how it would include robots and flying cars and shit?

Well, fuck the flying cars...

Where are the electric cars?

Where are the eco-friendly machines, not using gas and polluting the air we breathe?

The first electric car was made in the 1830s. The fucking eighteen-thirties!

My mom and were talking about how ridiculous the vast majority of cars out there are still using gas. At this point, wouldn't you think at least, AT LEAST, 50% of cars should be electric ones?

She also mentioned something I wasn't aware of. She spoke of some sort of movie that documented what apparently happened in the early 1990s. I am paraphrasing here, so I might get some of this wrong, but she mentioned a lot of electric cars were made and released, but because they would essentially ruin the gas companies, someone worked out a deal where all electric cars were to be bought back from satisfied consumers (and apparently people who bought these cars absolutely loved them) and destroyed.

What. the. fuck.

Thanks to Google and a bit of research (aka typing in 'electric cars'), there is a documentary out there called "Who killed the electric car?" I don't know if it's the same one my mom was talking about, but whatever.

Hmmm. Guess what I'll be doing tomorrow?

In the meantime, I'm going to bed. I can't seem to get myself to fall asleep until 2 am, and not only is it unhealthy... I'm getting annoyed by it.

I need help.