jamesq | Vancouver Musings

It's noonish and I'm wearing my beret and listening to jazz while writing in a coffee shop.

Ok, so I don't own a beret and I'm actually listening to Pat Benatar on my iPod.

I keep getting compliments on my laptop. This happened a few years ago when I was one of the first people to get a black MacBook. Lots of people thought it was cool and felt the need to comment. It's happening again with my eeePC. I know it's just crash commercialism, but I do like the attention. Thank you for complimenting me on my good taste, it's all the result of industrial designers in California and Taiwan.

Vancouver is like a drug for me. I certainly needed a hit this weekend. It's like I have another personality when I'm out here. One more likable and confident and capable. I'd move out here in a heart-beat if it weren't for the golden handcuffs of my job and the certain knowledge that I'd bring my usual baggage with me.

I have a circle of friends that haven't seen me at my worst. Most of the things I do have a certain novelty value. I'm not shackled by the fear of embarrassment as I normally would be. Yesterday's zombie walk is an example. I'd have never done that back in Cowtown. Vancouver however, I figured, what the hell, I'm on vacation.

I can, for a brief time, be the person I want to be, rather then the person I feel trapped as.

Time to wander wherever the mood takes me. Later tonight, The Clubhouse!