As I write this Gabe and I are on our 17th annual father-son trip, starting with Seattle, Vancouver, and now, Whistler, home to some of the 2010 Winter Olympics.
We had a tremendous time in Seattle with our good friend, the extraordinary writer, Libby Wagner. She took us to indie bookstores (our favorite kind), coffee shops, the markets including Pike Place, and kayaking on Lake Union.
Then we had two great days in Vancouver which included biking around Stanley Park, the night scene, visiting more amazing indie bookstores and coffee shops.
Today we are in Whistler, where the smoke from the surrounding forest fires is palpable. The woods are amazing, and the skies are full of haze. Visibility is poor. All part of life. Sometimes vacations are rained out. This one is hazy.
The best part, of course, is the company. The conversations have been long and continuous. We have gotten deep into philosophy, it practicality and usefulness as well the joy of digging in – Rousseau, Hegel, Sartre, Chomsky, Butler, Žižek, and Foucault. And then of course music, especially indie. We talk in cycles, often coming back to our development and doing our best to get clear about important life decisions.
Is there someone close you want to spend time with and perhaps an important conversation you want to have this week? Carpe diem!

“There are glimpses of heaven to us in every act, or thought, or word, that raises us above ourselves.”
Robert Quillen