Vancouver — We had exchanged fake goodbyes just a week before. See you in December—I’ll be back for Christmas! I’ll miss you! See you online! What other people didn’t know was that we were all going to see each other in a week. At another wedding, 7,000 miles away. Unlike the big party (more like grand production) of a wedding we all celebrated last week, this one was going to be small. Intimate. Top secr...
Vancouver — I come here daily. I don’t have an office - I don’t need one. I go up to the 6th floor and find a seat by the window. The workday begins. Every day is different: sometimes I write code, sometimes I w...
Vancouver — I usually carry some kind of book around to draw and write in. It helps me make connections between thoughts I’m having, but it also gets me truly interested in the world around me. These two pages ar...
Vancouver — It was a great feeling to escape the buzz of traffic from the bridge overhead, only to hear the leaves rustle in the wind. Sometimes I need to travel to places like this, to get lost in my own regular...
Is this what we are? Our photos turn our lives into just a bunch of colours on somebody's infographic?
Eliza sat down to type a story
These the happiest moments in the day
2016 is half way beginning!
The ocean has always been my happy place
Goodbye May
For the rest of us, it’s a bit less romantic
Date A Girl Who Writes
Meditations on First Philosophy
Happy Lunar/Chinese new year 😁 🎉🐒🌾🎎🏮📿 (中国新年)
How to Turn your Computer into a Manual Typewriter
"Death can not stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while" — Jared Spool
Society doesn’t stop happening if I’m not tuned into it 24/7
1990s: The Digital Revolution
He had to be a genius or nothing
The Inferno of the Living
A Field Guide to Getting Lost
"The Wild still lingered in him, and the wolf in him merely slept" — Jack London, White Fang
If on a Winter's Night a Traveler
Drink me
"Le vent se leve!.... il faut tenter de vivre!" and its translation: "The wind is rising! We must try to live."
Ocean waves, I can hear the sea
The wind was blowing, the sun was setting, and everything was perfect ♬
"Hello. Hello? Can you hear me?"—The buzzer to the studio I work in seems utterly broken.
The mountains saved my life. They're my sanity. The forests saved my soul. They're my breath.
Everyone I work with is like "Holmes on Homes"
I think the dice are trying to kill me.
Oh, hello rain. I've been expecting you. We missed you!
You can keep your shriracha. I'll always love the cholula.
Multiple identities. African storybooks. Oral traditions. Home but not. Fleetingly.
& you really love them, don't you?
Who even are you?
After days in thick fog, we caught our first glimpse of the distance, the mountains and possibility of adventure.
Collaboration / Innovation in Design / These things we strive for
is this all we are? a city of people searching for what exactly? the best coffee? the best real estate? the best bicycling? do we really think that this is all there is? can we not use our wealth to make something better?
Janet Echelman sculpture lights up in Vancouver
Neighbourhood coffee shop where I have lunch occasionally, never coffee. Sunken into a comfy chair. Jazz piano music, French vocals.
Lunch at Railtown Café today!
It has been a busy week. Too much to be honest - juggling various projects & going to meetings. I will definitely need to have some fun soon.
Library in the afternoon. The quiet.
Feeding my Japanese nostalgia
hello hiis this thing on :-) ?
Given only one choice, would it be coffee or pastry?
Same city, same type of drinks, a different vibe.
Coffee shop in Vancouver feels more like weekend family destination.
West coast heart, Italian soul
Everything is going to be alright
Beginning the day to Kid A and some beautiful fall weather - memories flowing all around.
Crimson and scarlet, One painted by hands of man, The other by God
Take out the vowels and it's still a sentence, take out the consonants and who knows what's happening.
A Thursday morning, The bus full of silent thoughts, Routine hiding depth
The red horizon, Hiding a future unknown, Waiting to be born
Dawn arrives slowly, Watched by silent snow clad peaks, Quiet steadfast peace
The smell of a man, Homeless scavenging hungry, Bottles clink and clang
A low cloud arrives, Pregnant with cold wind and rain, Winter's messenger
Medutated today on the breath and acting with confidence. Giving up struggling. Mindful thinking, breathing, acting confidently from a place where 'I choose to' not 'I have to or should'
Stopped in the middle of my run yesterday to meditate and reflect on the timelessness of the waves and ocean.
The Field mouse... Passed away infront of door while listening to Buddhas' name. Life, such mystery.
If the Rule of Three's is true to life, I'm going to be hit by a car today.
I don't see anyone with my City Eyes.