A thought about people interacting

If I'm being honest with myself. I’ve never completely understood how people relate to one another. In that way, I can relate to my daughter a little better.

I've tried to understand how people relate, but I usually fail. The fact that I’m married is testament to the fact that I tried — once — to go outside my comfort zone and act in a manner completely opposite to my character.

This must have come as a shock to my wife — that she fell in love with a facade.

A day in the life of Vancouver Harbour

This was taken from  the window of my new office tower. That's the Seabus in the middle.

Morning phone calls from the son

I think that one of the reasons I play on the iPad before bed at night is because I know that my son will be up at seven the next morning, and will go looking for it.

By then, I will be on the road, or having my first cup of morning coffee. He will phone me and ask me where I left the iPad. I’ll tell him where it is and he’ll get it, thank me and hang up.

I leave it in the same spot every time. I think we both know that. I think he could find it without ever phoning me. But  this is part of his morning routine, just like it's part of mine. I like getting the phone call.

I think he likes making it.

Why are there so many exit signs in my hotel?

The hallway of the Seattle hotel at which we stayed. 

The possibilities are:
  1. Someone over-ordered exit signs and green signs are very hard to return
  2. Green is the colour of the Emerald City so half of them were put at Munchkin eye level
  3. The lower ones are for cases where you have to crawl under the smoke.
  4. That's oddly specific, as if they have learned from their mistakes. I'm no longer comfortable staying at this hotel