Two evenings ago, around 1AM, I was 2 miles out from the viewing platform at Badwater Basin in Death Valley, the lowest point in North America. I was in the middle of the valley, under an almost-full moon (86% waxing gibbous), taking an hour-long photograph (yes, 1 shot for a full hour) of the trails in the salt created by thousands of footsteps as tourists before me have wandered around. The paths they had created were white and glowing from the moonlight, while the rest of the area was dark, the 6″ tall ridges of salt covered in dirt and hard as rock.
It was absolutely silent. I am not sure if I have ever been in a quieter setting. The only sound were those of the salt crunching under my feet as I wandered around during that hour, gazing at the clear sky and watching Orion slowly rotate around Polaris, the North Star.
Right now, having already gone through waking up before dawn, driving 8 hours back home to shave and change my shirt and running off to a half-day of work, I find myself sitting in the lobby of the business school where I am studying for my MBA, Blackberry on my belt, MacBook on my lap, downloading the Second Life viewer so that I can work on my avatar that has lain dormant for a couple of years now. I have my bluetooth headset in my pocket – the one that can connect to my Blackberry and my other phone, which I use for my side job.
Tomorrow night, I will be at a Sleep Disorders Center, electrodes glued all over my body, probably sitting in a chair before going to bed so that I can utilize the free wireless to do work before I find out how bad my sleep apnea is.
Yes, they have wireless at the Sleep Center.
It’s amazing that one can go from one extreme to the other with an 8 hour drive and over such a short period of time. Completely disconnected to not just wired but wireless and in a completely backwards way. I’m all wired for my sleep. And completely wireless for my computer. And just a few days removed from Badwater Basin…