we’ve moved offices, and now i find myself on the corner of abbott and water, staring at the harbour centre, waterfront station, the vancouver sun building, the rail yards that i’m next to, and a big crane that is helping in the demolition of the water street parkade.
it is a fabulous view, and if i had a digital camera at my disposal at the moment i would take a photo for you.
perhaps the most wonderful part is being near the rail yards, which i love. while the sound of railcars being joined together is a bit loud, i like looking at graffiti that has made its way here from all over the country.
as well, i’m currently considering working on a monograph on the mating rituals of the common pigeon. i can see onto the roof of the building next to us, and get to watch the curious behaviour of pigeons in love (or whatever it is pigeons fall into).
while moves are never stress free, it has been a joy to move back into a busier area as opposed to the quieter industrial zone several blocks to the east we previously resided in.
perhaps one of the best parts is that i can now get to work in just under an hour, a travel record for this weary commuter.
if i were to co-opt the blues for an album about the high-tech industry, here’s what it would look like:
- telecom blues
- dot-com meltdown blues
- nasdaq blues
- engineering blues
- time to market blues
- burn rate blues
- inept ceo blues
- sales cycle blues
- restructuring blues
- patent denied blues
- technology induced existential crisis blues
my work sometimes takes me into strange and sketchy parts of vancouver. on occassion the city insists on bringing forth the bizarre.
it was a long day, eighteen and a half hours in total. after fifteen or so hours of hard work one begins to get a bit spotty, exhausted and peaking out on all sorts of weird chemicals. the universe likes to pile the absurd on you when you least need it.
throughout the evening we graciously obliged various requests to provide tourist-guide type information to those from out of town/country. hot requests for the evening include the cambie pub (always excellent) and stanley park (at this hour??). then the evening began to mess with us.
11 pm – a man patrols his turf with a 2×4. this is not all that uncommon, and i hardly blame the fellow. it is, nonetheless, unnerving to have someone stroll by you with a deadly piece of wood and then strike up lively chit-chat. as i always say, crazies and junkies are nicest folks you’ll meet. tourists and business-folk are the vicous and dangerous kind.
12 am – the dutch girls, as they are now known, insist upon taking their picture with the two of us. the few words they passed with us indicated they were celebrating some demented version of christmas. of course we obliged their peculiar request with grins and feliz navidads. charming.
1 am – we are videotaped. i figure i exist in several thousand photos and videos around the world – my daily commute home includes a walk by the dreadful steam-clock in gastown. until this point i haven’t felt so put on the spot.
2 am – a young couple fucks with vigour on the park bench across from us. they are oblivious to our yells and the passing motorists. she begins by hiking up her skirt and taking it from behind. then she rides him across the bench. after completing they begin berating us. somehow amusing and memorable.
3 am – the work day comes to a close and we go home, weary and wasted. goodnight burrard and pender.