Greetings from Vancouver.

I arrived in Vancouver yesterday to a stunning evening of blue-to-orange skies, soft breezes and warm sea air. I was glad I brought some decent walking shoes. For shortly after I dumped my bags at my hotel and took care of a few things, I was off. The time was roughly 6:30, and I didn't sit down to dinner until nearly 8:30. Is Vancouver the most beautiful city in the world? It may well be. The water surrounded setting and bold architecture create a contrast that is both slightly jarring and yet harmonious. I love it.

And my dinner? Amazing. Every bit as good as any self respecting SF establishment and consisting of a warm spinach salad with bacon and goat cheese, followed by ling cod, and crowned with something involving ice cream, thus good. It was all washed down with a few glasses of pinot gris from some local grapes. And the price? Well, that's the tragic part. Thanks to the ever spending ways of the Dubya, the US dollar has fallen by roughly half against the Canadian dollar in the past ten years, so the price was, well, kinda high for one soul. Afterwards, I headed back up to my room -- the restaurant I sampled is in the hotel -- and snoozed with dreams of a non-dizzy brain.

As I write this, the time is roughly 8:20 AM, and soon I will be showered and coffeed and ready to be taxid to Wicab's offices to pick up my Brainport, the device that should help me get better faster. I can't wait!

PS - Last night a posted a somewhat lousy post and it has been removed.