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Kingston, 2011.08.05

We're in Kingston, Ontario. We took the train after I got away from the office, and arrived just as the sun went down.

Needless to say, it didn't go entirely smoothly. I managed to leave several printed documents at the office due to a last minute re-org of my backpack. Those documents included the receipts for our train tickets and the name and address of our Kingston hotel. So I had to jog back to the office in 32C weather to get them and then double back. Bakadakara...

The train trip was a delight. Watching the mix of forest and farmland slide by in the low evening light was a perfect way to leave Toronto and any running around behind.

And Kingston's an interesting town for anyone interested in architecture. Well, if you're down along the old part of the city by the water, that is. Not sure that the power boat show really fit the surrounds, but there's no according for taste and/or overcompensating for one's insecurities.

rand()m quote

One day you will take a fork in the road, and you're going to have to make a decision about which direction you want to go. If you go one way, you can be somebody. You will have to make compromises and you will have to turn your back on your friends. But you will be a member of the club and you will get promoted and get good assignments. Or you can go the other way and you can do something [...] for yourself. If you decide to do something, you may not get promoted and get good assignments and you certainly will not be a favorite of your superiors. But you won't have to compromise yourself. To be somebody or to do something. In life there is often a roll call. That's when you have to make a decision. To be or to do.

—John Boyd, US Air Force