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great change

I could post hundreds– thousands of pictures of Vancouver, of BC, of the province where I was born. Home. And I could write endless pages about the awe-inspiring beauty in which I grew up. I have travelled to other places, and seen mountains, and I’ve seen oceans, and I’ve seen rain-drenched forests. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything that holds a candle to BC. Nowhere does the seabed climb to the sky with quite the same grandeur it does there.

It’s good to know BC will be there. Makes it easier to leave.

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Over the last couple years I’ve been putting together The Plan: move to New York to partner with Lee Baran and make movies. Great ones. And paradigm-busting TV shows. On October 5th my visa application was approved and we slammed The Plan into high gear.

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Bye bye, stuff (again) — (Pics from the first one).

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No more leaving you behind, little buddy!

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I will really really miss that beer.

So, after a truly exhausting two weeks of boxing, packing, and pounding… er… pavement, ‘everything must go’ became ‘everything must gone’. I said my last see-you-laters to BC, and everything there.

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Didn’t see everybody– there just wasn’t time, but I got some QT with Marjorie. Lee & I had a great hang-out with Cara. Jayme kept me waiting! Everybody else will have to come visit. I blitzed to the island to stuff a few crates in the ‘rents attic. Thanked Jen profusely for taking care of Thomas for the three months I was in NY this time. Left the car with Cara in hopes she will have some luck finding a body to take over my lease. Trash tossed. Boxes shipped. Luggage lugged. One last pint with Jayme and Christina (congratulations!) and then Lee and I were on a plane after about an hour of sleep. Thomas flies well, turns out. Once in a while I looked out the window, but there really isn’t much to see in the middle bits except for the occasional Pac Man reference.

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And now I’m here. New York City. Your basic centre of the universe scenario. Not that there’s anything basic about The NYC.

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No, that’s not my view. I don’t have a place yet. The view from Lee’s really does look a lot like this though:

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So. New book. Oh– new movie. Starting now. I’m kind of excited.

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new cool

Here comes a new fun thing. A thing that has been gaining momentum in a serious way for two years:

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On 09/09/09 I founded Chaos Complex Entertainment with Lee & Matt. Our long term goal is simple. Take over the world, one brain at a time. So far as we have been able to discover, there’s nothing standing in our way. Just have to connect the dots. Nothing to it.

Also in the news (besides Letterman ganking that douche would-be extortionist from 48 Hours – well played, brother!) is the thoroughly awesome visit with Brock & Krista. Top shelf, kids. Top shelf good times. Brock is officially due to enter the payroll. In T-shirts. I suspect Krista will broker the investment strategy. You people are Good People.

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So I head back to Hongcouver on the 7th for a couple weeks. Let’s hook up. Could be a long while before I swing through for another sociable, assuming America wants me back. So far so good, by the way. The unions have given me the green light. Darn nice of them. Either they see me as a potential asset or they find me completely unintimidating. I’m comfortable either way. This train is rolling.

See you soon.

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U2@NY

As promised, here’s what I salvaged from the pics shot (my iPhone and Chris’s little Powershot) at the U2 show September 24 at Giants Stadium across the crick in New Jersey. (and by show I mean religious experience)

We ended up behind the stage, which we dismissed at the time because we were under the impression that the 360 tour involved a rotating stage. Not so, as it turned out (or didn’t turn, as the case may be). But the lads were friendly and swung past us many times on the catwalks. We didn’t feel left out at all. Especially not with ten stories or so of light and video.

Imagine a scruffy-faced fella, well over 200 pounds, singing at the very tip top of his lungs through a face-splitting grin for over two hours. Best. Show. Ever. Just don’t ask me to tell you about it. Bit of a scratchy voice still.

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