Here I sit, on a fully-automated robot train, typing a message that I will trnasmit by radio to in-turn be relayed by wire and light to San Francisco where it will be automatically published. The message will be read on cathode ray tubes and liquid crystal displays across the continent from Vancouver to Los Angeles to Miami to New York. It will be read at opposite ends of the earth, from Europe to Australia. And this is all a routine part of my Monday morning commute.
Back when I was living in Gastown I used to see all sorts of odd animals walking along the railroad tracks. I found out then that the Grandview cut provides a corridor for wildlife travelling between Burnaby Lake Park and Stanley Park. Late one night I saw an animal I didn't recognize.
I've been doing some work on the Port Moody website (that's my job) regarding the new LRT line that will run from Lougheed to Coquitlam Centre. In doing this I went off on a tangent and started reading about the "Canada Line" subway connection between downtown, Richmond, and the airport.
When working regular hours like I am right now, Thursday is the worst day of the week. I habitually short myself on sleep during the week, and by Wednesday it starts to catch up with me. By Thursday I am exhausted.
The woman I share an office with is the graphic designer and communications director for Port Moody. She's working on putting together an RFP for a project I can't really talk about because, well, the RFP hasn't gone out yet. The "small world" part of this is she was looking up other municipalities that had done similar project and was telling me about one.
"It's this little town in New Jersey - Montclair..."