"Seems is always rains in pretty Hong Kong Harbor...seems I've often heard that kind of talk before...it always rains in Hong Kong Harbor" (sung to the tune of...name that tune) Enough of that. Well, it does seem that way to me. Before they built the new airport every time I flew through Hong Kong I had to put on one of those clear hefty garbage bags they called a "temporary raincoat" along with the other 200 or so people as we tromped through the rain across the tarmac to the plane. Now it's so much better. That airport is really something, if you've not seen it. The train that takes you to Kowloon and Hong Kong has individual touch screens with all sorts of useful information on them. I was wondering why my view of the harbor last night was so, well, dark. When I woke up this morning all was revealed as I saw my room was smack dab in front of the famous Hong Kong Convention Center where the hand over from GB to China (back to China that is) occured a few years ago. That's in the right of the photo above and blocked the view of the remainder of the harbor. If only I was on a higher floor. I read a couple books in the last couple of days. One is the famous Cluetrain manifesto. What can you say about that one that's not been said alread? . I read it without stopping if that tells you something. While tempting to describe it as a cross between revenge of the nerds and Apocolypse now, it left me thinking many new thoughts, which is my goal in reading. The concept of finding a voice, which is what Thoreau found during his tenure at Walden Pond, is powerfull. I've read Doc Searls blog a few times and always came back to it. As a guy with four children, I always find that little heed seems to be paid to role of family in the lives of so many "netizens" though. Oh well, time to workout and get moving...