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New eyes on Seattle

August 14, 2026 By Chris Corrigan Travel No Comments

“Jet Kiss” a sculpture by Mike Ross at the Capital Hill metro station

I’ve just returned from a week or work in Seattle. As I get older I am noticing how exhausting it is to be socializing a lot, and this week was full on BE VERY PRESENT WITH PEOPLE energy followed by a need to spend time alone in reflection and restoration. I slept deeply every night I was there.

Sometimes when I do this work I find myself at a hotel on the outskirts of town, confined to the vast expanse of car-forward infrastructure that we are cursed with in North America. It makes wandering exhausting, let alone dangerous, and so one just camps in the hotel room or at a nearby franchise bar or coffee shop, pretending to experience human community in a mall owned by private equity.

But in Seattle two things worked against this. First, it is summer, which in this part pf the world means you go outside regardless because warm sunny and dry days are the exception, not the norm. And second I was ensconced in the U District near the university, which is quieter in the summer with no students around. So it all behooved me to take my chance and spend the few hours for I had for solitude after work and before dark out of doors.

I have been visiting and travelling to Seattle for decades. It’s only 250 kms or so south of here, but the border makes it further and longer. Pretty as the drive is for a lot of it, it’s exhausting to do after a week of work. US-Canada borders are not fun places at the moment, and the traffic in both Seattle and Vancouver is, in plain terms, a nightmare.

However, these days there is a constantly improving light rail system in the city and so for the last two trips there I flew from Vancouver. Where I stay in Seattle is kitty corner from the U District light rail station and suddenly it couldn’t be easier to get around the city. This time I noticed how much it changed my experience of the place.

The U District station is 45 minutes from the airport, which lies on the far side of downtown. I arrived on Sunday and dropped my luggage at the hotel and then jumped right back on the train and headed downtown to go to my first ever National Women Soccer League game. The Seattle Reign which includes a local Canadian player Holly Ward, were hosting Angel City at Lumen field, Seattle’s massive NFL Stadium. There were about 7000 people there, a generally quiet crowd, with a drum core marching band up above the supporters section and a game capo trying to get chants going in teh south end.

The match was entertaining, resulting in a 2-2 draw, both teams needing to adjust without their superstars, Jess Fishlock of Seattle and Jun Endo for Los Angeles. Tactically it was fascinating to watch teams trying to solve each other. My eyes were on the creative play of Mercado and Sentnor who were given the job of disrupting each other’s defences with surprise, trickery, vision and skill.

After the match I wandered over to Pioneer Square and with my knack for finding decent cheap eats, I went to Numero Uno Pizza. This looks like a regular gritty urban pizza slice place, but they have a half secret menu of Turkish flatbreads like pide and lahmacun. And so that’s what I had, a lamb lahmacun with a small green salad.

The second night I was out I again hopped on the light rail and headed to Capital Hill where one of my work colleagues was playing a recreational softball game in Cal Anderton Park, which is a whole scene. Seattle really is a whole scene in some many ways. There are so many subcultures that it’s not uncommon so see them reduced down to the level of individuals doing their own thing. While there was a softball game going on, there were folks elsewhere playing soccer, and groups of people hanging out with their besties. It was busy, diverse, and wild. The youth subcultures in Seattle have a distinctive combination of performative insecurity crossed with a fierce we-don’t-give-a-shit attitude. When I was there in June, during the World Cup, there were many Bosnia-Herzegovina supporters staying in my hotel, and they were completely flummoxed by the scene. It was funny to watch.

At any rate, my colleague’s game was a good excuse to wander down to that neighbourhood, which also afforded a chance to go to Elliot Bay Books, one the finest bookstores in the region. After spending a hour there, I grabbed a chicken tikka at Cafe Ashiana, a virtual food truck tucked into a small building down below Broadway. It’s an Afghan/Pakistani place, quiet at 9pm when I got there but absolutely delicious.

Tuesday night, it was another visit to a colleague who has a night job working at Bamboo, a sushi restaurant in the mall-as-if-it-were-a-village that is University Village. The restaurant was a 20 minute walk from campus to this strange outdoor mall. It was a lovely warm evening, and I sat on the patio and had a dish of crispy rice with spicy albacore tuna and a house roll featuring seared salmon, seasoned crab, tempura asparagus, white truffle ponzu, kewpie dill aioli, and crispy leek. Yum.

On my final evening, after our team went out for ice cream to celebrate our work I went to Magus Books, which is a fantastic used book store, bought an Ottolenghi recipe book, a collection of Alistair Macleod stories and a Blues harmonica method book and then walked up to Cedars where there was a Wednesday night butter chicken special.

Mornings, my walk down to the campus had me stopping at Cafe Solstice which pulls an EXCELLENT espresso (even by Seattle standards) and their breakfast wraps are “Canadian sized” portions which is appreciated. It’s now become my go to place for my morning solo prep time. In the early morning in summer, it’s quiet. Probably not like that at other times.

I document all of these places because for the first time, I have finally experienced Seattle as a walkable, accessible city. The light rail has changed everything, shrinking the city to a more human scale for those of us who are visiting.

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The gentleness after the storm

August 14, 2026 By Chris Corrigan Uncategorized No Comments

The view from my porch this morning, looking east to the line of storms that obscure the sunrise.

It’s a very still and quiet morning here on Nexwlelexwm/Bowen Island. A line of thunderstorms passed over the island a couple of hours ago, and as they have slowly made their way east, there are lingering rumbles coming from up the inlet. Lightening is striking the mountain tops of the Brittania Mountains. The ground at my house is a little wet, so at least some rain is falling in this little system, and I hope that means that there are fewer fires likely to start as a result.

In the quiet of an August Friday morning, very few commuters are rushing for the ferry. The Queen of Capilano slid into Snug Cove a few minutes ago. There is no wind at all, nor any kind of swell in the bay, so the sounds of the morning are five or six nuthatches in the forest around me, some chickdees in the Saskatoon bushes along our garden edge, crows far off on the ridge top maybe bothering an owl or an eagle, and the plaintive rumbles of thunder rolling down Howe Sound.

The air is very damp, and the sky to the east is pink as the sun has risen behind the wall of cumulonimbus clouds that are languidly crossing the region. Away to the south it’s hard to know where the blue of the sky begins and where the grey sheen of wildfire smoke ends. The atmosphere is a blended mix of watervapoour and woodsmoke.

Me, I’m pouring my morning coffee, home from a trip to Seattle to work with the Evans School of Public Policy and Governance and their community- and University-based partners. We delivered an Art of Hosting there, which forms an important part of the way the Evans school promotes community and democratic engagement.

My mind is tired from the week. Holding the evolving needs of the room against a core set of learning objectives while alos pushing ourselves to do new things is exhilarating in the moment, but produces a rush of release when it’s over. Travelling home yesterday was fraught with the usual busyness of a drive through Vancouver and the chaos of a ferry schedule bent out of reality but the summertime. Sleep was sweet, and long.

The next three weeks will be about seeing out the summer with rest, reading and retreat. I have a lot of writing to do, processing this year’s worth of learning. I have learned a lot this year about my practice and have taken my facilition/hosting work into deeper territory. This has been the year in which the combination of anthro-complexity, the Art of Hosting, Participatpry Narrative Inquiry, pedagogy, and coaching have all all finally blended into a rich set of practices for the work I do. It’s as if a distiller took a sophisticated blend of whiskies and let them age together for 15 years. This year has been the first bottling of that new expression. It probably represents the single biggest learning that I have Dione in my practice since 2012.

Over the year of strategic work and teaching I have pushed myself in practice more than I have done for a very long time. I have kept detailed notes along the way, in an effort to observe my work, and make sense of what different choices and actin=ons have meant. The next few weeks will afford me the chance to reflect on mornings like this, combing through the field notes and writing out what I have learned. It will all be shared here, in snippets and in long form essays, unpolished, but with an eye to dropping them in public for public reaction and response and polishing and challenging.

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The world is a rocking boat

August 6, 2026 By Chris Corrigan Being No Comments

From volume IV of On the Calculation of Volume by Solvej Balle:

The world is not a calm sea, where all you have to do is refrain from rocking the boat… The world is a rocking boat, a ship in a storm, and when you’re capsized, that’s why. Because the world is a place that throws you overboard.

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The beginning of the Bowen Island community season

August 3, 2026 By Chris Corrigan Being, Bowen No Comments

August has arrived and while we seem to be still waiting for truly hot and dry weather to arrive on the south coast of British Columbia, the community calendar moves on. This is the season in which three particular community events happen.

This August long weekend is a popular one for visitors to our island and that means traffic snarls in the Cove as people try to figure out our mysterious ferry marshalling procedures and village layout. The Cove is packed and bustling during the day but grows quiet and still at night. So still that as we lay in bed drift off to sleep last night we could hear a couple of humpback whales sighing out in the bay.

Saturday however was an exception to this rule as the annual firefighters Dock Dance took place with a terrific cover band playing all kinds of classic rock. The Dock Dance is a bit of a homecoming for many islanders who return to see old friends and drink a lot of beer and raise money for the volunteer fire department. It’s not my scene exactly, but it’s an important community event, and the music drifts up from the village, which we can clearly hear as we enjoy the evening on our porch.

In a couple of week the men’s 2026 Bowen Island Fastpitch League season wraps up with a tournament over three days in which the six teams of the longstanding fast pitch league compete for this year’s bragging rights. This year the league published a fantastic program which covers the history of the league and pays tribute to the life of one of its founders, Eddie “The Yeti” Weismiller, who died earlier this year.

At the end of the month, the weekend before Labour Day, our annual Bowfest Festival returns. The day begins with a parade down Government Road from the Community Centre to the ferry dock. Island kids line the curbs with bags ready to scoop up the candy that is traditionally scattered from the floats. From there we all gather in the Bowfest field for a day of local music, slug races, a community tug o war (kids vs parents) and whatever other activities are scheduled to take up the day. When we had young children, it was a busy day. Nowadays we mostly sit in the sun listening to the music, having the odd dance, and greeting old-timers that come by. It’s harder and harder to recognize faces every year as the island changes all the time. We’ve been here 25 years now, raised kids and sent them into the world, watched our Elders cash out and move away or die and leave behind another little piece of emptiness.

These events remind our little community of who we are, and, for many of us, who we were. These are markers in our community life that have stayed the same through multiple generations. That stability offers us the chance to see what is changing.

Not all change is bad. There are some amazing new people that arrived on the island in recent years, many of whom I count amongst my best friends and with whom I spend time, make music and share a coffee or a beer. But last year I found myself in a small circle of really old friends, most of whom were already living here when we moved here in 2001 and we had little to say to each other beyond just silently dancing together and appreciating the long standing connections we have, the stories we share, the struggles we’ve witnessed in each other’s lives and the implicit celebration that we are still here. Our kids have fledged, our health is good, and we are astonished by the new faces and activity all around us, sharing perhaps a slightly melancholic sense that the community is passing us by. And yet, if someone asks us if we’d like to run for Council or be on this or that committee, we demur. Nope. We’ve done that. Done our time. It’s time for others to find their own contribution.

For us, it’s all about those moments of listening to the band echo up the valley, hearing the ping of an aluminum bat smashing a softball into the blackberry bushes over the left centrefield fence , standing aside as kids rush to the chocolate that has fallen at your feet during the parade, or just lying in bed, revelling in the darkness, the stillness, and the quiet, and perking up from the edge of sleep when a humpback whale surfaces out in the bay.

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Goals in complexity

August 2, 2026 By Chris Corrigan Complexity, Facilitation, Featured 2 Comments

One of the abiding problems in working on strategy is that people like to set goals for complex problems. In my experience the hardest part about accepting complexity as a real thing to be wrestled with, is that one really, truly doesn’t get to set goals.

What happens instead, is that one can decide on a direction of travel and then look for the different ways one might move in that direction. It’s deceptively simple, and the hardest part is stopping oneself from measuring progress against goals!

Today, as part of a post that aims to distinguish different kinds of systems thinking from anthro-complexity, Dave Snowden posts a useful summary of this approach, in answer to the question, does anthro-complexity have goals? (I’ve added links to anchor the references):

Yes, but not in the Senge sense. In complexity, you look for the adjacent possible: the next move or moves that are available from where you are, and that requires mapping at some scale first, understanding the terrain as it currently is, not designing what you’d like it to be. [Viable Systems Models] and System Dynamics both seek to understand context, too (Beer’s diagnosis, Forrester’s and Senge’s leverage points), but they do so by imposing their map on the situation rather than surveying it. They arrive with the five-system architecture, or the causal loop diagram, already built, and then locate the organisation’s pathology or leverage point inside categories that were fixed before anyone looked. That’s imposing a map, not doing cartography. [Michael C. Jackson’s] own move with [Critical Systems Thinking] is better: the lens is built from how the people actually in the situation perceive it, not from a pre-specified causal structure. But it’s still a lens rather than a map, assembled once in a workshop and treated as sufficient thereafter, which is exactly where the perception/reality problem and the scale problem both bite.

So there are goals in a complexity account of change, but they are just adjacent possibles, what the map shows is actually reachable from here, rather than targets set independently of, or prior to, the map. The goal is downstream of the cartography, not upstream of it.

That still leaves Jussi Mäkelä’s follow-up question from the comments: if “good” means “preserves future optionality,” isn’t the evaluation circular, optionality judging itself? It would be, if you were running one probe and checking it against one criterion. But that’s not the unit of analysis in a complex adaptive system. You run parallel probes around any coherent hypothesis, several small, safe-to-fail moves at once, not one big bet – which is also where the plural in the title comes from. It’s the next right things, not thing, because in a complex adaptive system you never do this one probe at a time; you do it several at once, deliberately redundant, so that no single move is carrying the whole bet. And in combination, the substrate they’re all running on changes. The landscape isn’t fixed while you sample it; your own probes are altering it as they go. So you’re never judging one probe against a static rule. You’re comparing how a set of variants performs against each other, on a landscape they’re reshaping. That’s not circular; it’s relative and comparative, which is a different thing. Optionality isn’t a yardstick applied from outside the process; it’s a property of the parallel set as a whole, visible only after you’ve run it.

That’s also the answer to the scale problem CST runs into. A workshop needs everyone in one room, at one time, which is exactly what doesn’t scale. Parallel probing doesn’t: mapping becomes continuous and distributed, run through far more human sensors, spread across an organisation, than any workshop could ever seat.

There’s also room for something like a north star: a long-range navigational aid, not a destination coordinate. Kennedy’s “put a man on the moon by the end of the decade” is the standard example, and it’s instructive for what it actually required. It left enormous room; it specified neither the rocket, the trajectory, nor the method of landing, only a direction and a deadline. And it was set only after considerable pre-work by von Braun and others to establish that it was technically feasible, not merely inspiring. A north star that skips that pre-work, or that closes down the room it needs to leave, turns back into a fixed goal wearing a nicer name.

The last piece is path dependency, and it’s where the two accounts diverge the most. Ours takes it as a first-order constraint: where you can go next depends on the specific history of how you got here, and the map has to represent that history rather than abstract away from it. Systems thinking, across the traditions in this exchange, mostly doesn’t. Idealised design brackets history out by assumption. VSM and SD build a causal architecture that’s meant to hold regardless of a particular organisation’s history. Even CST’s workshop, for all its attention to perception, produces a lens for the room on the day, not an account of how that room’s perceptions became path-dependent in the first place.

That’s the argument in outline. How you actually build the map, the mechanics of adjacent possibles, how probes get chosen, how a north star’s pre-work gets done without smuggling a fixed destination back in. I’ve written it up in multiple posts and need to summarise them at some stage in the future.

The post is useful because it traces the distinctions between different kinds of cause and effect assumptions behind different schools of thought that try to address the complexity problem. To most of us, this doesn’t appear obvious on the face of it, but it is really important to understand.

To wit, the important lessons I take from anthro-complexity, and from this post in particular are:

  • Causality is not knowable in advance, so we cannot know what will take us from “here” to “there”
  • We can find Our way with multiple safe-to-fail probes that help us understand what the “next right thing” to do is.
  • Our current state matters, as does the context in which our work is embedded. That will make something more possible in this moment than others (and conversely “we’ve tried that before” might not be an accurate reflection of whether something will work now). This is called “path-dependency” in complexity.
  • Data precedes the framework. If I bring a model of change to the work, then everything channels itself into that map or framework. Instead it’s best to start out looking at the current state of things through narratives and to make sense of that current situation together in order to give us a better chance to see different ways of moving in the direction we want to go.
  • “Alignment” – traditionally speaking – is not desirable in complexity. Orientation to our direction of travel is useful. When we don’t know where we are going, having everyone pull together in the same direction introduces a tremendous amount of risk. We risk closing off our awareness of possibilities that might emerge along the way.

I’m curious about the ways in which you encounter “goals” in doing truly complex work.

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