Since I write for Lonely Planet, people assume that I’m constantly traveling. I’m often asked about where I’m going, where I’ve been. Actually, I take only family and work trips nowadays. This year my destinations were familiar ones: Hawaii, San Francisco, Berkeley, and Santa Cruz. For required work meetings, I also flew to Atlanta, my…… Continue reading In traveling, a companion; in life, compassion
Tag: Vancouver
Skimming the surface
Here in Vancouver, Canucks fans are thrilled. Their team made the Stanley Cup finals for the first time in 17 years. Me? I’m a sporadic and superficial sports watcher. I might half-watch Olympic events, Wimbledon finals, NCAA playoffs, Tour de France stages, hockey games. I might enjoy the drama and athleticism. But I am rather clueless about the…… Continue reading Skimming the surface
Rainbow Falls then and now
Growing up in Hilo, Hawaii, I lived five minutes by car from Rainbow Falls (look closely and you’ll see why it earns its moniker). My parents would drive us there when off-island relatives came over—or when rainstorms produced a massive wall of crashing water. Both my mom and my dad were attuned to nature: they…… Continue reading Rainbow Falls then and now
Are you stuck on “oldies, but goodies”?
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers recently played in Vancouver. The local weekly, The Georgia Straight, reviewed his concert rather negatively because he apparently played too many new songs (off his latest album) and not enough familiar hit oldies. The following week, a letter to the editor echoed this complaint, writing, “Could rock promoters adopt some…… Continue reading Are you stuck on “oldies, but goodies”?
Do you see what I see? Do you hear what I hear?
The other day, I glanced at a billboard for Vancouver’s new “Residential Food Scraps Collection” service. Now, our yard trimmings bin can also include raw food scraps for citywide composting. The billboard listed a few examples, such as uncooked fruit and vegetable scraps, eggshells, tea bags, and coffee grounds? Coffee grounds? Shouldn’t that be coffee grinds?…… Continue reading Do you see what I see? Do you hear what I hear?
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