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Sleepless in Vancouver ~

Hasn’t it been said that sleeping is dying a little?

Well I guess it’s a good thing that I’ve been spending my last few nights up and about, then. Between the late evening walks through the downtown streets watching the city interact with its people, the middle-of-the-night trips to the Main St. coffee shop that last hours as I’m wildly fencing at some ridiculous programming issue like trying to install a character map plugin to Serendipity’s HTMLArea editor or adjusting an obscure aspect of the blog’s template, and the early morning runs in which energy is borrowed not from my own depleted resources but from those of a dawning day, it seems I don’t do much sleeping at all…

So this morning I’m happily enjoying a hybrid latté I fixed myself at work - even though I’m off today - looking down at the quiet city on this Easter Monday.

The weather is unsettled; multilayered clouds cast strange silhouettes in the tormented sky and the air is still chilly. It will warm up though, and where I’m going I won’t need that much sunshine.

If I’m killing time up here it’s just because I’m waiting for the... tide to come down. Destination: the White Rock beaches, which I would like to hit at low tide. With close to four meters of variation, the local tides have a huge impact on flat sandy shorelines and I’m hoping for a tidal pool heaven.

So Eva gives me a fantastic looking bowl of her homemade spicy-sweet salad, which I decide to pack up for a later pick nick. White Rock, here I come.

[To be continued...]

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2006-04-17 22:37 • Posted in On the road:

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What I got today

Like many yesterdays, today was high in stress, exclamation points, shocking surprises - mostly bad, very serious setbacks, crises (that’s a plural, mind you), dull rain, bad communication, ridiculous misunderstandings, obnoxious people, water leaks, wasted food, moody crews, scheduling problems, 12 1/2 hours at work, doubts, distance and loneliness.

But, erasing all this, topping it, nullifying it, I got not one, but many lovely smileys, zeros and ones of digital love. Straight from Brooklyn. What more could one ever ask for? I am, still and always, the luckiest guy in the world and dragons had better stand clear because I will fend them off.

:-)

«  We think, sometimes, there’s not a dragon left. Not one brave knight, not a single princess gliding through secret forests, enchanting deer and butterflies with her smile. What a pleasure to be wrong. Princesses, knights, enchantments and dragons, mystery and adventure ...not only are they here-and-now, they’re all that ever lived on earth! Our century, they’ve changed clothes, of course. Dragons wear government-costumes, today, and failure-suits and disaster-outfits. Society’s demons screech, whirl down on us should we lift our eyes from the ground, dare we turn right at corners we’ve been told to turn left. So crafty have appearances become that princesses and knights can be hidden from each other, can be hidden from themselves.  »

Richard Bach - The Bridge Across Forever

 

2008-05-13 23:23 • Posted in Always: & Schtroumpfissime:

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  • 1 - Sigrid says:

    « « Stand fast! », I say. Contre vents et marees. »

    Date of comment: 2008-05-14 07:14 •
  • 1.1 - Vince answers:

    « Indeed! »

    Date of comment: 2008-05-14 13:43 •
  • 2 - Jay and Guy says:

    « Ah Beence! You are a dragon slayer - and you already have a princess....
    As we say in Cape Town, « Vasbyt! Môre is nog ‘n dag. » »

    Date of comment: 2008-05-14 07:22 •
  • 2.1 - Vince answers:

    « Thank you both! I’ll get a translation from my editor. ;-) »

    Date of comment: 2008-05-14 13:44 •
  • 3 - Marie says:

    « Ons is moeg, maar ons stap nog.

    God, as ‘n man swak is, kry hy darem baie kak. »

    Date of comment: 2008-05-14 18:21 •
  • 3.1 - Vince answers:

    « Hmm, but I’m not weak... »

    Date of comment: 2008-05-14 22:51 •
  • 4 - Sigrid says:

    « Err, was that a « translation » Marie??? I see. It’s much clearer indeed. »

    Date of comment: 2008-05-15 04:57 •

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