- I watched some pudgy salesman-type dash across the Phibbs Exchange trying to catch his bus, miss it, run back across the exchange to try and catch it as it came around to the exit despite the plethora of signs stating emphatically "buses only pick up passengers at designated stops." When it didn't stop for him I watched him curse, run across the exchange again, miss another bus, then run to the bus I was on and get on. He was winded from this headless chicken imitation he just performed. When he caught his breath he made a cell-phone call to "touch base" and blame his tardiness on bridge traffic.
- I watched dawn over the Burrard Inlet. It was spectacular. Because it is cold today the steam from the various mills and refineries was ascending hundreds of metres into the air before dissipating. The columns of steam were backlit by the sun and set against blue-green sky and orange-yellow clouds. I wish I had brought my camera.
- Watched some guy wearing a suit and driving a little red Honda make a serious testicular adjustment while stopped right beside the bus (what was he thinking?)
- Watched some guy in a doorway on Powell St. near my old apartment shooting heroin into his ankle
- Admired the irony of all the crack-heads sitting against the wall at Pigeon Park because the city repainted the benches last night. A fine example of sweeping dirt under the carpet.
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