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    So, I believe I've established I like walks, right? Good. I just had a brief encounter that made me feel awesome, so here goes.
    To set the scene, I was in a gated community - very suburban. Houses on either side, well maintained grass, the whole works. So there I was, simply walking along the aptly-if-not-inanely-named side walk, when ahead of me I see two kids just kinda playing with chalk on the same side I was on. It was fairly bright out, so you know, this is the kinda thing you'd expect to see out here, but I digress. By the time I had reached them, they, being kids and thusly possessing the attention spans of kids, had run off. So it was just me, and I happened to glance down and see a hopscotch mat drawn on the cement.
    Now, these kids were, again, kids, so it wasn't a perfect board, but it was pretty darn good if I do say so myself and I do. Now, when one is presented with a hopscotch field obstructing the path, one is left with very few options. So, I jumped along. How could I not? The equivalent of passing up such an event is akin to deciding oxygen is overrated. You just do it. So I did it. And, to my surprise I found I still had some onlookers.
    As I soon found out, the aforementioned kids had not vanished, but rather they ducked inside a nearby garage for whatever reason. And, as I finished the glorious throwback to a youth left not too long ago (I myself am not that terribly old), I discovered their presence from a hushed whisper. The whisper in question was, I kid you not:
    "How did he do that?" So, its safe to assume that A: they were struggling with it, and B: I had inspired awe in youth. How can that not make someones day? Now, because I felt rather upbeat, I walked off with a bit of a strut, and pushed my glasses back up the bridge of my nose. They tend to slip off frequently, but I digress again. The real kicker of the story is that, as I did that, the other kid said:
    "He wears glasses?" Now, even as I type that, I have no idea what he meant. Was it a random observation, or was he simple stating a valid question. Did he have a high opinion of four-eyes like me, or was he taking a more scornful tone? I don't know. For all I know, he could have been referring to a visually challenged Slenderman just behind me and I wouldn't know.
    But yeah, just thought I'd share that one.
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    I'll keep this post rather short and sweet, because I really don't have much to share this time.
    Today, I achieved a minor feeling of ingenuity. How, you may ask? Please hold your questions 'till the end of the seminar, I'd reply.
    Anyways, I figured out how to turn off my bedroom light without leaving my bed by using a thumbtack, my door knob, three shoelaces tied together, and a rubberband. All I have to do is pull on the shoe lace(s), which is wrapped around the currently off light switch and held taut by wrapping it 'round the knob and thumbtack embedded above the switch, and the light shines through!
    I wonder if this is how McGuyver felt...
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    Lonesome Roads

    By Mireshard,

    First off, hooray for the blog, and first post and all that.
    Second off, a little setup. See, I have a fun little habit, occasionally I'll go on rather long walks simply because I can. Maybe I'm a tad over-inspired by Lord of the Rings, but I have forever asociated walking with adventures, so whenever I feel a little intrepid I'll just go out for a stroll. Actually, sometimes the weirdest things wind up happening. Once I was invited to a Mormon dance party by an acquaintance I ran into, but that's a different story.
    Today's story is about my favorite spot in the world. See, I live in a gated community, but the whole thing is located up on a hill and surrounded by forests. On most sides, or at least the closest one, the hillside is rather laden with trails. One particular trail, paved with asphalt and running by black berry bushes and evergreen patches. Now, if you follow the trail, eventually you'll just pop up along one of the main roads that leads up to the community, but somewhere along the path there's a bit of a clearing. The trail pools out into a circular platform almost, the treeline ends abruptly, and a rather shoddy chain link fence pops up at the edge (remember - its a hill).
    This little clearing is my favorite spot in the world. Why? Well, the view helps. Looking over the fence, which only comes up to my waist anyways, one has a perfect view of a golf course. Next to that is the main road, which becomes flat and straight as it curves into the bottom of the hill. The road goes to the horizon line, or at least to the hill marking the opposite side of the valley that my hill overlooks. The road also introduces a new style of architecture. Rather than being built according to elevation and curved roads, the buildings in the valley are, of course built into square plots. I'm fairly certain they're industrial in nature, because one or two of them look like packaging buildings.
    So why do I love the view so much? Its not the best I've seen, but its still my favorite because it is perfect in imperfection. Its industrial factories next to a golf course. Simulated nature and civilization surrounded by in-numerous patches of large, imposing trees. It is the finest example of contrast I've ever seen in a landscape, but its a bit more than that. I don't know why, but that place is my favorite spot because I just think better there. Nothing really becomes clearer, but everything just... feels isolated. Calmer. If I believed in universal symbolism I'd say the straight road represents an unblocked mind while the golf course represents a carefully maintained process. Being a valley of course, all this is locked up by the limitations of the horizon It doesn't really go on forever, far from it. It is ultimately finite.
    I don't think I can really give it proper justice, but that's today's story.
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