Pi’s Guide to How To Survive Work Trips (And why they suck)

I travel for work quite a bit. This past week, I was in Las Vegas, Nevada for the Healthcare Information Management and Security Show (HIMSS) with over 25,000 attendees and 460 software, healthcare and security vendors from all around the world. Three weeks ago, I was in Palm Springs, California for my company’s Global Sales Meeting, and a month before this, I was in Los Angeles and San Diego, California for a week to meet with my customers.

I remember my very first business trip in 2004, when I worked for Canon Business Solutions. It was the first time I’d been sent away on my own by my company for training in Toronto for two weeks. I remember my first morning, suited up, sitting in the hotel restaurant having the continental breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages and croissants, reading the morning paper with my suitcase beside me. The road warrior, it was awesome.

I would like to say that there have only been a handful of memorable moments in my life that I would consider monumental. I’ve known people who think that every event from the mundane to the exciting are life memories, and perhaps rightfully so it might be true for them, but for myself there is something to be said about only having only a few events that I remember that make those moments special, near to heart and life changing. After all, having too much of something cheapens it doesn’t it?

I remember that moment as if it were yesterday, because at that moment, I’d felt like I’d made it, achieved my goal and was king of the world. To explain, I’ll need to rewind back a few years, when I was in elementary school. As a young chap all of 9 years old, I knew I wanted to go to SFU Business school and be a business man. I didn’t know what kind of business, just one where I drove to my downtown highrise corner office in a nice car, with my suitcase in shotgun, and me in a suit. I pictured leading boardroom meetings to a bunch of suits, talking all sorts of business. I’m not sure where I got this vision, since no one in my family was corporate. And also because I was 9.

Fast forward to today, 8 years after my first business trip and I have to say, travelling for work sucks. Like, it really blows. You couldn’t pay me to have a continental breakfast anymore. Seriously, they’re like powdered eggs and there’s never enough ketchup. Here are my reasons and how to survive a work trip.

1. You eat alone – When I was growing up, my parents always made my sister and I eat at the dinner table as a family. It was the one time of the day where we sat and talked and shared what went on. It definitely brought us closer together and it’s a tradition I’m going to keep with my future family. I can tell you that having room service with the TV on sucks. Even better yet, trying to eat airport food while waiting for your flight (Like I literally just did 15 minutes ago before writing this.)

How to survive it: Convince your boss to let a colleague come with you. Or make friends with other lonely travelling business people. I’ve met some pretty cool people with cool stories from all over through the years.

2. There’s no time for touristy stuff – I’ve been to SoCal 7 times now in the past 2 years for work. Did I get to go party or check out the beaches? Nope. I was just in Vegas (I’m actually still here, waiting for my flight) and I didn’t do anything other than meet with clients. You really don’t have time to do anything else other than work. It’s not good business to go to your 9am meeting hung over reeking like goose. And after your last meeting at 5pm, I go back to my hotel and prepare for the next days meetings, answer emails, put out fires and order room service.

How to survive it: Have your clients take you out. Get them smashed and if they reek like goose the next day too, it’s even playing grounds and your boss can’t fire you. Or just take a vacation and go back to do the touristy stuff

3. Airports – who has two thumbs and hates the commute?? This guy!! (Points at me with my two thumbs) Line up to check in. Line up go to though security. Take off my belt, shoes, laptop out of bag. No liquids, nothing over 100ml, oh, bags too heavy? Throw some shit away. Bag doesn’t fit in overhead? Gotta check it. Sitting in the middle between two people? One of them is fat and the other stinks? You land. Line up to go through customs. Line up to get bag. Nuff said.

How to survive it: Learn to teleport. Or get rich enough to charter your own flight. Either way, you’re not travelling for work anymore.

4. Ironing – They lied when they told me those dress shirts were wrinkle free. Where are they now when they’re wrinkled as hell?? I suck at ironing. It takes me like 20 minutes to iron ONE shirt.

How to survive it: Bring your mom with you.

There are, of course with everything in life, the silver lining and it’s there if you look hard enough.

1. Free trip!

2. Escape the rain of home for a few days.

3. The people you meet

4. Time to write and read

5. …

There are more, but I just heard my flight being called to board, so I’m ending it here before I get stuck here for another night. Then you guys will have to read about that. (OH yeah! That’s another reason work trips suck. Delayed flights.)

Do you travel for work? Tell me your pros/cons about it too, I’d love to hear what other people experience.

Perfect Imperfection, Just the Way it’s Supposed To Be

It seems like everywhere you look these days, there’s something telling you that you need to be better, that you need to be smarter, thinner, wittier. There are endless self-improvement books to make more money, improve relationships and ways to find yourself, to find inner peace or to inject yourself with motivation so that you can-do. There are fitness classes focused around making yourself stronger, ones focused on how to eat, how to think and how to love. We are becoming transfixed on the idea that self-improvement leads to self fulfillment. And sometimes, it’s not the case. In actuality, if you do it for the wrong reasons, it can be just as detrimental as being materialistic and always wanting more, always fueling your ego and never feeling fulfilled, never content or happy for more than just a moment. Like sand, it slips away as soon as you hold onto it.

The will and desire to grow beyond what we have already mastered is one of the great human drives. Without it we wouldn’t have philosophy, spiritual practices, science or technology. – Main Shirp

While my own bookshelves contains many fix books, self improvement guides and coaching bibles, it is important to investigate our motives for having this desire. Too often that desire stems from the belief there is something wrong with us, that we are not complete. You can go see a therapist for years and pour your heart and mind out, and all that you’ll have at the end is a folder the size of your head describing what you’ve said; fears and dreams, thoughts and emotions, but nothing in it really holds true to who you are, nothing you put down on a sheet of paper can ever truly describe You. But we still try to attempt that one-sheet of self-description, so that maybe if we can truly describe who we are on paper, we can root out the problem and fix it.

Self-improvement feeds on our insecurities. If only I were this, if only I could do that, looked like this, then, and only then I would be confident and accept who I truly am. These crippling self judgments we make fuel addictions, loneliness, eating problems and perfectionism. In turn we combat these symptoms with the newest Band-Aid solution, another self-help program. But that never gets us any closer to the root of the problem.

The reasonable man adapts to the world. The Unreasonable man makes the world adapt to him. Therefore, all progress in the world relies on the Unreasonable Man. –George Bernard Shaw

Hating parts of the self is a symptom of a sick society. We all have parts of ourselves that we despise and we as a culture, can’t help but to focus on those parts. There is always something that can be improved on, whether be it physical or mental, spiritual or emotional. But are we focused on improving and bettering ourselves for ourselves? Or are we doing it to be accepted and to blend in with the crowd in our attention-deficit-disordered society where fame is fleeting and there’s always something newer, better, shinier that comes along? There will always be better, and there will always be worse. To constantly and always be looking for either is not a healthy way to live.

My life has been full of terrible misfortunes, most of which never happened. -Mark Twain

Nothing is ever good enough. And while these self improvement tactics work like temporary barriers that protect our fragile egos, they eventually wear out. You wake up without make-up and you don’t like what you see. And as long as the solution is simply putting make-up back on, you are cutting the weed but not the root. Without true and real self-acceptance, the dissatisfaction will grow back. You don’t see that you are already amazing and that change is optional, not mandatory.

If we would stop being so harsh on ourselves and show some compassion for our own mistakes and imperfections, we would be more at ease and improve in areas that are truly beneficial instead attempting to live up to an illusion. The majority of flaws that you see in yourself is virtually invisible to anyone else. Mostly because they are not focused on your flaws as much as you are, but also because the flaws you think are flaws in your eyes aren’t even issues in theirs. So who are you really improving for?

Once you accept the fact that you’re not perfect, then you develop some confidence. -Rosalynn Carter

Three Cups of Tea and a whole lotta Leadership

I’m in the middle of a book called ‘Three Cups of Tea’ by Greg Mortenson about an American climber in the late 80’s who attempted to scale the K2 in the Himilayas and failed. Near death he stumbled into a desolate village and through their kindness and self sacrifice, the villagers saved his life and nursed him back to health. Asking what he could offer in return, he received a reply of “We do not envy the restlessness of your culture and I think we could teach you a thing or two about peace and happiness, but what we desperately need is for our children to learn.” Thereon, he returned to his home in the States and attempted to raise funds to build a school for the small remote village. Though now, halfway around the world in a completely different setting, beneath the ever shining sun of Southern California with the sand and surf, the little frozen village in the Karakoram mountains seemed like a distant past dream, but he persisted and after a year and half ended up raising enough money to return to Pakistan to buy materials. (That’s as far as I’ve gotten) Based on a true story of Mortenson in the late 80’s early 90’s, his drive and leadership allowed him to help others in a way he never imagined that he was capable of.

Inside each and every single one of us, there is the ability to lead.

Whether we affect only ourselves, a small village or an entire nation, the leader within us yearns to be free and be heard. The idea behind a leader, is one who has an idea or goal and is able to rally people behind their vision and have everyone working towards that common interest. Whether you’re the General of an army or the General Manager of a store, you talk and people listen. I hear from my work colleagues or hockey teammates “Oh I’m not a leader, I couldn’t manage anybody.” But yet I see these same people speaking up in meetings with new ideas, making suggestions and plans, or playing their ass off on the ice while everyone is just cruising. Unbeknownst to them, they are leading by example and I don’t know about you, but I’ve always worked harder for a hard working boss than a lazy one.

There are 3 types of leaders in this world.

Pushers, Pullers and Pointers.

The Pusher sees the end goal and directs people towards it, giving just enough directions to get to the next step. This type of leader gets things done but morale of his subordinates is often low as they’re seen as tools to accomplish a feat. The Puller convinces her people along the way, coaxing them into doing the job although often very nearly does the whole job herself. The Pointer knows what his team needs to accomplish and simply points the way to the finish line, helping those who ask for it along the way. While there can be a never ending debate on which is the best, in my opinion, you need to have parts of all 3 to become a great and effective leader. All of us individuals have different buttons that make us our best and it’s up to our leaders to effectively find out what those buttons are. Unfortunately, life isn’t all like Staples with just one big easy button.

If you look within your own group of friends, you’ll find this trait too. You’ll have pushers, pullers and pointers. Everybody has those traits while few bring them out as true leadership. We are all leaders of something, whether it be small like your family, or large like a country, we all have the ability to lead, even if it’s for only a moment. Look at all the times when your friends say “I need help with this, can you help?” or when your colleagues ask “how do you do that so well?” or when a decision needs to be made and you made it. We all look to others to help us in our times of need, meaning we look for direction and leadership, but many times, our peers approach us in their time of need. You may not have realized it at the time, but you were a leader and you were able to make a difference even though maybe it was just to help a new hire find the bathroom. Like the climber Greg Mortenson, who didn’t set out to become a leader, through our actions and integrity towards other people we all have the ability to lead and influence others to make a difference in our daily lives.

Greg Mortenson surrounded by Pakistani children for whom he built the school for


I saw this video a while ago on leadership from a crazy dancing guy. It’s worth the watch. (Click link)

Live Long and Prosper (in happiness)

Why would any of us hurt the one we promised to take care of?

Lack of empathy is at the core of the problem. I was struck with what we are all up against while watching a Star Trek (Yes I’m a Trekkie) episode. Spock had volunteered to be possessed by an alien presence so that it could communicate with Captain Kirk of the Starship Enterprise.

As soon as it entered Spock’s body, its first reaction was, “Oh, how lonely you must all feel.”

You see, in the alien world, they were all connected to each other through telepathy so that each one could feel what everyone else felt. They were all emotionally bonded to each other. But as soon as the alien possessed Spock’s body, it realized that we humans are all cut off from each other emotionally. And it viewed our state as incredibly isolated and lonely.

One of the most important consequences of our emotional isolation is that we cannot feel the way we affect others. And that creates the temptation to hurt others because in doing so we don’t feel the pain we cause. If we were connected emotionally to others as the aliens were, we would be far less tempted to do anything thoughtless, gaining at someone else’s expense. That’s because in so doing, we would be hurting ourselves as well.

Lack of empathy helps makes thoughtlessness possible. Since we don’t feel what other’s feel, we tend to down play the negative effects we have on others, and consider our thoughtlessness to be benign. We forget that even the smallest negative word or tone can amplify itself when directed to someone who has placed their whole trust in us. An angry outburst is regarded by some as a creative expression, that “I’m not holding any emotions back even if it means hurting yours and you should appreciate that.” Disrespect is viewed as helping our partner gain proper perspective on “how things should be, not how you are, because how you are is wrong.” And a demand is nothing more than encouraging someone to do what he or she should have done all along. None of these is seen as one person gaining at the other’s expense, because the one who is inflicting the pain does not feel the pain. But one thing is for sure, that when lack of empathy and understanding of the other persons position or thoughts are missing, resentment starts to build. More times than not, people don’t realize this and if they only did, it would all be avoided but only if they chose to take that path. The key really then, is to seek to understand and be understood. Acceptance will come.

Underwear Heroes!

It’s almost time!! This will be the 4th year I’ll be running in the Underwear Affair, a 10k run benefiting the BC Cancer Foundation. It’s an amazing time with great people and an awesome route around the False Creek seawall on a sunny afternoon in my ginch, a way better route than the Sun Run (not to mention there are ZERO kids darting in front of you in every which direction and ZERO slow people to maneuver around. Sometimes, I just want to kick the feet out from them when they run in front of me so I can watch them fall flat on their faces. “Hey kid, if you’re gonna cut me off, expect to get bum rushed you little piece of *@#$&!” ok I’m just kidding…….maybe. but the thought does cross my mind! Justsayin..)

The last few years, I’ve always done the run by myself but this year I have a team behind me! – i mean, beside me! I’m sure they don’t wanna stare at my butt the whole 10k. Last year I ran in white shorts with black boxers and yeah, you guessed it, by the end of the run my shorts were translucent and I might as well had run in my boxers to begin with. It was probably the better idea since at the starting line, I was very over dressed compared to all the other naked runners! There was a guy in a chicken suit, guys in banana hammocks, girls wearing knee high socks and neon short shorts and not that I followed them for a few minutes (really for 6k) or anything but there was a group of 4 women in white lace bra and panties with angel wings. GAHHH…great cause, great route, great bonuses!

This year, my team the Underwear Heroes, are all suiting DOWN into our tighty colorful whiteys all emblazoned with superhero emblems. Much more aerodynamic than sweat soaked white cargo shorts. The run is the fun part, but the best part is knowing that we’ve done something good for the less fortunate. My very own little sister was diagnosed with stage 4 Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma a few years back and with the help of medicine, technology and an extremely positive and happy outlook, she hero’d through and kicked cancers ass. You never know how close it hits until it hits your own home.

Brandon, Will, Me, Robbie, Janet and Ray (missing Gracie)

I’m a big believer in ‘Give and Receive’ when it comes to everything in life. Nothing comes without a cost, small or large,  but the more you give out, the more you’ll receive in one way or another. So instead of simply asking for donations this year, we threw two events that has raised us over 5 grand so far making us the top 5 teams out of 80+ for the event.

Our first event was at Barcelona along with the Pure Image Entertainment guys (Thanks homies!) where we raised money from ticket and bar sales. Over 100 of our friends came down to party, drink and support the cause.

Our second event was a BBQ Sportsday at Gordon Park which was a giganticmungous success. We ran out of food halfway throughout the day and had to make a run to the grocery store. Close to 200 people came and went throughout the day and at one point we had both volleyball courts going, a game of touch football next to it and a game of ultimate Frisbee at the same time! Thanks to my buddys Vince and Jesse for DJ’ing at the BBQ. The music was extremely loud and incredibly awesome. (We had ONE complaint that the bass was too booming, but we turned her around and sold her a hotdog and she left happily supporting our cause!)

The run’s coming up in 2 weeks! Thanks everyone for supporting and you can still donate to our cause here: http://va12.uncoverthecure.org/site/TR?team_id=49950&fr_id=1233&pg=team

Wish us luck! After all the drinking and bbqing, our team is envisioning slogging through the run and crawling past the finish line. But WE WILL FINISH! HOO RAH!!

Thanks to everyone who supported us, donated to us and sponsored us. Without you, none of this would be possible! *Bow*

Pay it Forward

The other day I was parked on Thurlow and Alberni on a beautiful Saturday Vancouver afternoon. The sun was shining bright and high and people were all out enjoying the brisk, chilly day. We all know how often these spots of sun come around to Vancouver in the winter so it was nice to get a break from the dreary greyness that envelops our city every day between the months of September to April. I usually walk on such a nice day, but I’d just dropped off a friend and was craving some ramen to cure the massive hangover from Friday night.

I parked on the street, dumped 50 cents in to park for 14 minutes and ran across the street to Benkei and ordered the usual Akoani ramen with an extra egg. (mmm…) As I’m crossing the street with my alcohol drowned brain day dreaming of the warm and wholesome hangover remedy ramen that I would inhale in about 10 minutes, I saw a parking attendant writing a ticket at my machine.

ME: ‘Scuse me, are you writing a ticket for this car? (points to my car)
HIM: Yup. I sure am. (head down, still punching away at his mobile ticketing gadget)
ME: Oh man, I put 15 minutes in there. I didn’t think it was that long I took to get take out. (points to my food)
HIM: Reds flashing, so it’s been longer than 4 minutes that it expired. (points to the machine)
ME: Aw man. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would take this long. (Gave up already, didn’t have the energy or brain power to argue with a parking dude over $35.)
HIM: (turns to me and looks at me for the first time) Tell ya what. I’m on a coffee kick cuz I just had my first cup and the suns out. I’ll give you a warning if you pay the time you went over.
ME: Really? Yeah I can do that!
HIM: You also have to do something SUPER nice for a total stranger today. I won’t know if you do or not, obviously, but you’ll know!
ME: Oh man, For sure I will!

I thanked the guy and put in a toonie into the machine, giving the next person who parked there some free time. We chatted for a bit more and I got into my car and took off. He handed me a ticket with ‘Warning’ printed on it and I magneted it to my fridge as a reminder.

Eating the ramen at home later tasted amazing. Not only had I gotten out of a parking ticket, but now I have an amazing story to tell, and one that revitalizes my faith in humanity and the niceness of some people out there. If we can all go out there and do one nice thing for a total stranger today, the world would be a nicer place with happier people and one day karma will pay you a visit.

Quick side story: My 2004 Suzuki GSX-r 600 motorcycle was stolen outside my office one day. I worked in Yaletown and when I got off work, I walked out to the parking spot and she was gone. Stolen in broad daylight in a busy area. I touched the space it was supposed to be occupying (maybe it’d turned invisible?), I’d walked around the block a few times (maybe I’d parked it somewhere other than where I parked everyday?) and finally gave in to the fact that I’d been ripped off, and with no ICBC theft insurance either, so it was simply just…gone. It was a sad, sad walk home with my helmet clutched in my hand. FOUR years later, after I’d gone through 2 other bikes, I got a call from the police. They’d found my original bike and it was in great condition. Apparently the thief had gotten arrested for possession of a handgun without a license and when they raided his Chilliwack house, found a barrage of other stolen goods. He’d put 300km’s on my bike and added a new taillight mod to it too. BONUS!! It’s funny how karma works sometimes. He was charged and jailed and I now had 2 bikes.

I’m sure everybody has one of many ‘lucky’ stories to tell. Where somehow, sometimes, things just go your way. I’ve been taught to appreciate everything that happens, that sometimes lucky is just luck, but sometimes its karma’s reward. Think of the times where good things have happened to you, and the next time something happens, do one nice thing for a total stranger and pay it forward. *


Always do good things and expect nothing in return. If you deserve it, Life will find a way to hit you back, in this life or the next.


(*disclaimer: when something bad happens to you, the same rules do not apply. Don’t go out there and do one bad thing to a total stranger. hahaha)

Vancouverites Suck

I was born and raised in Vancouver, a true Vancouverite by nature. I drink beer, I play hockey and love the outdoors. I run the seawall, hike the Grouse Grind and never miss a Canucks game if I can help it. I wear jeans and a hoody to my office job (My CEO wears shorts and sandals all year), live and play in Yaletown and you can always find me on a beach or park when it’s nice out.

I’m also cliquey, a little stuck up, too quick to judge and have been told I’m a little unapproachable. I will be guilty of not remembering your name or face until I’ve met you 3 times, not because my memory sucks (although it does) but because I don’t bother trying. Unfortunately, that is the entire culture of Vancouverites as we are seen looking from the outside in.

For those of us lucky enough to be immersed into this environment at an early age, we gain and build solid friendships with those like us. For those who have moved into Vancouver from other cities, even ones in the vicinity like Abbotsford or Victoria, it becomes an almost impossible task to build that foundation of friends, especially if you’re starting fresh with no introductions or ties into any groups. And that’s just with the same sex. It’s even harder with the opposite.

All together, yet seperated.

When you look at trying to meet Vancouver women, I find mostly that one of the first things that they’ll ponder is “who do you know.” It’s almost a social status contest, where if you don’t know anybody in this town, it’s like you’re nobody. And if you’re somebody, they’ll date you for just who you are known as, without really caring much or putting much weight on who you actually are. You’ll only meet them if you’re a friend of a friend. Vancouver girls are especially guilty of this in my experience. I have a lot of single girl friends, older (between the ages of 26 and 30) most successful, beautiful, driven and ambitious, knows what they want and aren’t afraid to go get it. But they’re all single. It’s not that they can’t meet guys, they have plenty of suitors knocking on their doors, but then after a little while, all the guys start running, scared. These girls are intimidating. They know their worth and they portray that persona, or even worse, they think they’re something that they’re not and try to portray a false persona. As one of them said to me one time, “I can do everything myself. I pay my own rent, I bought my own BMW, and I work my ass off for everything that I have. I don’t need a man, I just want one.” Now, guys, what do you do when you meet a girl like this? You run. It’s great that you’re independent, and it’s amazing that you are driven and a go-getter. Girl power all the way, woo. The one important piece that you’re forgetting is that Men NEED to be Men. (Ok SOME men do. There will always be the standard deviation.) We like to be needed sometimes, we like it that sometimes, you’re helpless and call us to save you. Let us be the Knight we’ve all grown up hearing about. We like to play that role that we were born to play, so when you start messing around with the dynamics, we get lost and we run. We do this because you will continually remind us that we are not needed, because we see that you will flaunt your independence and self-sustainability in front of our faces. I’m in no means saying to be wholly dependent either, but I know a few girls who completely over-do it. We know that you will continually judge us, talk about us to your girlfriends and complain how there’s no ‘good guys in town’. We know that if there’s a problem, your first reaction will be to fight back and argue to gain your ego as opposed to looking inwards to see what the problem really is. Chivalry isn’t dead, he just high tailed and left because you flaunt your disdain for him.

When a new guy approaches you, your first reaction will be “I not talking to him. He can’t pick me up. I’m not that easy. What a creep. I can’t believe he even had the audacity to say hi to me.” As opposed to “seems like a normal guy, let’s just chat with him to see what kind of person he is.” Most of the time, I talk to random strangers just to incite some sort of human interaction, whether it’s a girl or guy, old or young, I have no interest in dating you, I just want to pass my life on earth interacting with interesting people when I’m out. But Vancouverites seem to think that every interaction is a door to something that they want no part of, even before they know what’s behind that door. My friends just told me a story, that her and her girl friends go out all the time for drinks, dressed to the 9’s. New outfit, new shoes, hair did and all. Then she tells me they go to a lounge in yaletown and just bitch about how there’s no guys around. I asked her “was it all girls in the lounge?” she said “no, but all the guys there look weird so we didn’t bother.” That’s a common response, a common Vancouver answer. Girls if you want to find a decent guy, you’ll need to strike out a few times. Some WILL be weird. I apologize on behalf of the male sex that not many of us are normal, actually, none of us are. But none of you are either, so we’re fair on that one. Not everyone’s for you, but you’ll never know until you step up to bat.

I visited Toronto a few years back, and I was shocked at the difference in culture on the East coast. I was at a club with 3 of my girl friends and we were standing by the bar, bobbing our heads and enjoying the music. They were flanking me, on either side. In Vancouver, you can bet no one would come talk to me, especially other girls. I mean, which Vancouver girl would walk up to one guy with 3 girls? None. But in Toronto, I was approached by multiple people, guys and girls, who had no other ulterior motive than to chat with me, learn about where I was from (apparently I ‘stood and dressed like an out-of-towner’…it was probably my snobby Vancouver attitude.) and just to know another human being. It didn’t matter if I looked weird, and it didn’t matter if they were 5’s or 9’s. It was infinitely refreshing and I’ve tried to bring that attitude back home to Vancouver. The girls weren’t trying to hook up with me and none of the guys were staring me down. It was just a friendly, open and inviting conversation. One of the girls who came up to me eventually pulled her boyfriend over to meet me, and after a conversation around the Canucks and the Leafs, he bought us a round of shots. I was shocked! That’s what being a Canadian is all about, but in Vancouver, we’ve somehow forgotten that Northern hospitality that we’re so greatly known for around the world. I can say that I’ve had similar experiences in Chicago, Los Angeles, Sydney, Hong Kong and Hawaii and I’d love to see it here at home.


Change has to start somewhere. This is a cultural issue that every Vancouverite is aware of, but yet nobody does anything about. Start the change today. Make a point to talk to a random stranger, young or old, man or woman, if even something as short as saying hello on the skytrain, and maybe in time, we can make a shift in how we interact with each other in this cold, rainy, dark city. We’re alone and locked inside for the majority of the year but wouldn’t it be nice if when we were all together in a social place, that we are actually social? At best, you’ll gain great new friends like I have with my buddys from Abbotsford and Victoria. At worst, you’ll get a weird look. Screw those people anyways. What have you got to lose. Let’s start not sucking.

The Year in a Nutshell

Goooooooodbye 2011. Sitting here, trying to think of what to write that could sum up 2011 in one short cleverly written phrase, I’m stumped. It seems as though so much had happened this past year, but somehow I end the year basically in the same spot I was in when I’d started the year. Does that make for a failed year? Not really. Does it make for a successful year? Guess it depends on your half full half empty philosophical stance.

I’d met some intruiging people in 2011. Some who’d showed me amazing things I’d never knew existed, who let me into their lives and  shared with me their experiences. An unknown quotist once quoted ‘Some people enter our lives and leave almost instantly. Others stay and forge such an impression in our heart and soul, that we are forever changed.’ This year had both kinds of people and I’m grateful for all of them. There were some friends who I’d gotten closer with this year, and others who had distanced. Some who moved back home for good, some to just visit. How, exactly, I have been forever changed is still unknown. I’m old enough to know that nothing is ever finite, that what is today, might not be tomorrow. I’m also old enough to know that who I am today, makes me into who I will be tomorrow, that if you want change, it has to come from within. It’s always a choice. I’m thankful that I’m also young enough to not have experienced everything yet, that theres so much more to look forward to.. or not look forward to. Good with the bad, right?

Professionally, I’ve almost taken the entire year off. Not to say I haven’t worked hard, just not as hard and focused as I know I’m capable of. Truth be told, I’m suffering from the worst ailment that can strike a professional. Contentment. What I should do vs. What I want to do. If we never want to be more than who we are exactly today, exactly right now, do nothing. Learn nothing, read nothing, challenge nothing. Ouch, that was what I did in 2011. But I know it won’t be this way in 2012.

I’m not sure what kind of year I’ll have in 2012, just as I’m sure you have no idea about yours. I’m excited for it though, and I’ll take the bad with the good. I’ll take the people, the lessons and experiences and whatever else comes my way. It’s what makes it worth living.

“Life is simple and life is not. Life is simply what we make of it ourselves.”

Happy New Years Everyone!

Book of the Moment – The Hunger Games

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Years everyone. Glad you made it through the year and are still alive. 2011 was a bit of a weird year. I had an amazing time from start to finish but it felt like I was standing still. We had a great summer, albeit a late one that didn’t really start until August and ended in mid-October. Mr. Sunshine pressed snooze 3 times too many and slept in. He needs one of those natural-light-sunrise alarms. Have you seen those?? There’s a light on it that gradually increases in brightness to replicate the natural circadian sleep awakening instead of the BREEEP BREEEP BREEEP BREEEP that jolts my heart awake every fucking morning and makes me feel like my bed and I have been air dropped into a war zone. Anyway, (rambling, sorry, short attention span; the gift to our generation by marketing executives) they said this winter was supposed to be a really cold one in Vancouver, but so far it’s just rained a lot. Tamara Taggerts job must be pretty easy 9 months of the year. This past weekend, I went home to my parents place in Coquitlam. Every Christmas, I trek home for dinner and to spend a night in my old room. It’s a lot smaller than I always remembered it to be. At home (my place in Vancouver), I have a plethora of toys to keep me entertained til..forever, but in Coquitlam there wasn’t much to do past 11pm. Luckily, my sister lent me her books, and one of them was The Hunger Games, the first book of a trilogy. I read this book in less than 24 hours and I seriously couldn’t put it down. My PVR’d episodes of Big Bang, Family Guy, and 2 Broke Girls could wait. Xbox and Skyrim was on hold. Breaking Bad was a tough one to keep at bay, but I could always stream Netflix tomorrow. The Hunger Games wouldn’t let me out of its grasp like a vengeful stalking ex-girlfriend.

A Synopsis I didn’t write:

In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the other districts in line by forcing them to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight-to-the-death on live TV.

One boy and one girl between the ages of twelve and sixteen are selected by lottery to play. The winner brings riches and favor to his or her district. But that is nothing compared to what the Capitol wins: one more year of fearful compliance with its rule. Sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives alone with her mother and younger sister, regards it as a death sentence when she is forced to represent her impoverished district in the Games.

But Katniss has been close to dead before — and survival, for her, is second nature. Without really meaning to, she becomes a contender. But if she is to win, she will have to start making choices that weigh survival against humanity and life.

Acclaimed writer Suzanne Collins, author of the New York Times bestselling Underland Chronicles, delivers equal parts suspense and philosophy, adventure and romance, in this stunning novel set in a future with unsettling parallels to our present.

My 2 cents:

The best part is that the movie is coming out in March. The story is current and entertaining and mixes reality tv and a fight for literal survival. Literally. You think the contestants on Survivor has it bad? These kids have to kill each other in a huge arena for the entertainment of the viewers, constantly battling thirst, hunger, fire, wild animals, and 23 other teens for survival. They make friends and lose friends and had one of the most enthralling plots of any book I’d ever read. It drives the story in a simple forward moving arc but the environment and futuristic post-apocalyptical world created by Suzanne Collins is impressive. I particularily liked how she switched from the glamourous world of Panem to the brutality and violence in the Games. It makes you realize that if humainty continues to move forward with so much war, fighting, entertainment, games and the constant need for more more more, our rambling attention defecit disordered society might one day come full circle back to the Gladiator era with death as entertainment and be numb to the morality of it all.

My 10 thumb rating: 8.5/10

Book of the Moment – The Hangman’s Daughter

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I’ve had a lot to express, but just got derailed into getting it out there. All of 2011 I’ve written one post, in the middle of the year. I’m going to make it a habit now, writing again. Even though I know there’s like 2 of you reading this (hi mom)…ok 3.

Another thing I’m going to make a habit again is reading. I’ve taken a year long hiatus from words, and I tell ya, it feels good to pick up a book again. I had to start light; couldn’t jump right into Tolstoy, so I picked a fiction. I knew if I started with something inspirational-ly or improvement like, I’d read up to chapter 3 and it’d sit there, collecting dust while I mashed away at Skyrim. I needed something that I couldn’t put down and was excited to read whenever I had spare 5-10 minutes, so I picked up The Hangman’s Daughter.

I was at Chapters last week looking for a Christmas present for my sister, Allie. She’s an english lit masters and a teacher and has always recommended great fictions to me. I’ve yet to find her a good book she hasn’t read yet, but I keep trying. I was walking by an aisle and the cover of the book drew me to it. Just a simple dark cover, with red shoes hanging. I think it was the font of the title that snared me, so I bought it for her. Covers DO sell books. (I hope she isn’t one of the 2 other people who read my blog. If so… Merry Christmas Bowl! You’re getting a book! Woo!)

…and yes, I read it before I wrapped it. I leafed through it super-extra-careful…and never brought it into the bathroom with me. Maybe twice.

A Synopsis I did not write

The Hangman’s Daughter by Oliver Putzch “A historical thriller set in Germany, 1660: When a dying boy is pulled from the river with a mark crudely tattooed on his shoulder, hangman Jakob Kuisl is called upon to investigate whether witchcraft is at play in his small Bavarian town. Whispers and dark memories of witch trials and the women burned at the stake just seventy years earlier still haunt the streets of Schongau. When more children disappear and an orphan boy is found dead—marked by the same tattoo—the mounting hysteria threatens to erupt into chaos.
Before the unrest forces him to torture and execute the very woman who aided in the birth of his children, Jakob must unravel the truth. With the help of his clever daughter, Magdelena, and Simon, the university-educated son of the town’s physician, Jakob discovers that a devil is indeed loose in [his town]. But it may be too late to prevent bloodshed.”

My 2 cents

I liked it. A who-dun-it murder mystery set in old true history. It showed me a whole new world. A new fantastic point of view… Usually everybody watches movies about medieval kings and gods (300, Immortals, LOTR) yes, ok well, usually I watch movies about medieval kings and gods, but this story was told from the POV of dirt, suffering and dying from things we new world folk take for granted. In an era where people died from the flu, mothers regularily died from childbirth and most children don’t survive past 3 years old becuase of the plague, malnourishment… a simple infected cut. It’s crazy, to think people lived like that. (That some still do.) Easy read and great story. I couldn’t put it down and I was glad the cover font was so cool. Worth the easy read and great after a 1 year absence.

My 10 thumb rating: 6.72/10