I was gone for ten days. I went from this:

Science World, Vancouver, BC. 10 January, 2007.

To this:

Kahalu’u-Keauhou, HI. 18 January, 2007.

And back again. And on my return, I discover:

• there are giant potholes in virtually every street in Victoria, including some large enough to swallow a tire on my Acura,
• that the Chinese smacked a satellite in sun-synchronous orbit,
• that Stephane Dion said something excruciatingly dumb,
• that it is, in fact, still cold here,
• that work is still, in fact, fucked up,
• that I’m looking hard for reasons why I don’t just chuck it all, move to Kona, and become a SCUBA instructor.

And then I realize the answer to the last question is probably something along the lines of, “Because you’re not legally entitled to work in the United States, doofus.” (Spare the comments about illegal immigrants, ok?) And the answers to the others.. well, they’re not really questions, so they don’t need answers. Still, it’s hard to shake the feeling that I want to be back on the beach, where everything seemed simpler and less irritating.