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As readers are undoubtedly beginning to intuit (and those of you who’ve met me already knew the whole time), I feel deeply and strongly about planning and Vancouver. It probably makes me think about planning in a slightly-different, perhaps even saccharine sort of way, because I’m negotiating my way through too many streams and stories-in-progress. I apologized for it for a really long time, but now it’s just what happened to me.

With that in mind, here’s a song that says a lot of things about how I feel about planning. Buildings and Bridges by Duncan Sheik and David Poe (who I saw perform — alas, before this song was written — in that other city I love, Toronto).

Once these trees were saplings; this house was wood and steel; this parking lot was forest; this shopping mall a field. I was young and beautiful; the years they take their toll. Stay on this path for a while, then it will become a road. All the buildings and the bridges, and everywhere you roam — gonna turn to rust, gonna turn to dust. All that’s left is love.

First day of the year of the Dragon. Expect more channeling of my mother (a dragon-lady. No, not in that way).