May 27, 2000

Parallel Play



Here are a few of my favorite online haunts:
[This is the site I visit to fantasize about living in Toronto again, which is almost every single day during the winter]

Jonathan Cainer's Zodiac Forecasts
[This is where I visit in the morning, when I need a positive spin on things past, present and future.]

Living Local
[This is where I go to see what Canadians are up to, sometimes I even buy things from the businesses listed there.]

Environment Canada Weather
[This is the site I visit every morning, and before every road trip during the winter]

I am sitting in the backyard, ensconced upon our one and only deck chair. On my lap is my PowerBook. The computer is cold because I have just retrieved it from the basement. There have been so many tornado watches and warnings this month that I have taken to leaving all unused computer equipment in a closet in the basement; taking it out only while I am actually using it. Therefore, the PowerBook, having recently been taken from the downstairs closet, is cold.

We purchased plants from our friendly local organic farmer this year. They arrived on Wednesday night and today Attila is planting. We are putting in a few varieties of peppers, tomatoes, and basil. These are the only edibles we will plant this year. The only perennial edible in the garden is the blackberry thicket, which sprang wild from the now defunct strawberry patch.

I find it very odd that "The City" is surrounded by much of Canada's prime farmland, yet fresh local produce is seldom available to our average consumer. If you have a car and the time, you can access freshly grown fruits and vegetables. That means we are fine; we can get what we want. It also means that anyone without a car or time or money is unable to access these goods. Local fresh produce is not cheap and plentiful. The elderly, the mentally ill, the poor, those without cars; these are just a few of the groups that must buy what I consider to be inferior imported produce while living in one of Canada's premier agricultural areas.

Attila and I feel very fortunate to have access to the finer things in life.

There is a stiff cool breeze blowing but the sun is strong so that sitting outside is quite pleasant. The petals on the dogwood trees have turned brownish and are falling, blanketing the deck with withering white wisps. A dove coos from behind the neighbor's garden shed. Birds call lazily from the trees in the bush behind the yard. It is peaceful. I am expecting "G" next door to come out to his garden shed soon. All this listening to nature must be getting on his nerves by now, urging him to find a noisy toy to fire up. There is no sign of him however; perhaps he is not home.

Attila is tending the gardens. Trimming a shrub, planting coleus, topping up the planters with soil; he is contentedly moving around the yard, master of all he surveys. I watch him with interest, deeming it wise to offer advise or comment only when asked. He is not asking, so I am watching with detached interest.

During the next week, I will be contentedly working in the yard, master of all I survey. Attila will be at work. I will wander through the gardens watching for the details that have escaped Attila. We best work together as a detached team, conjoining only to analyze and discuss what we have done, and plan to do. The overall efficiency of this approach is quite acceptable. It works for us.

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Dogwood by Maggie Turner


Page by Page: A Woman's Journal
by Maggie Turner

Canadian Maggie Turner writes and publishes poetry, photography, and a personal journal online. Her work reflects the current way of life in Canada, embracing Canada's past, present, and future in a unique portrayal of everyday life. Maggie's voice is one of the many that actively depict the rich diversity of Canadian culture.

Photography: "a term which comes from the Greek words photos (light) and graphos (drawing). A photograph is made with a camera by exposing film to light in order to create a negative. The negative is then used in the darkroom to print a photograph (positive) onto light-sensitive paper.
Source: University of Arizona Glossary

Poetry: "a form of speech or writing that harmonizes the music of its language with its subject. To read a great poem is to bring out the perfect marriage of its sound and thought in a silent or voiced performance. At least from the time of Aristotle's Poetics, drama was conceived of as a species of poetry."
Source: Creative Studios

Journal: " "Though a journal may be many things - a treasury, a storehouse, a jewelry box, a laboratory, a drafting board, a collector's cabinet, a snapshot album, a history, a travelogue..., a letter to oneself - it has some definable characteristics. It is a record, an entry-book, kept regularly, though not necessarily daily.... Some (entries) will be nearly illegible, written in the dark in the middle of the night.... Not only is it a record for oneself, but of oneself. Every memorable journal, any successful journal, is honest. Nothing sham, phony, false...." (Dorothy Lambert from Ken Macrorie's book, Writing to be Read )
A journal is a way to keep track of your thoughts about what you read... as well as what you did on any given day."
Source: Journal Writing

A Blog is an online journal created by server side software, often hosted by a commercial interest.

"The term "weblog" was coined by Jorn Barger[4] on 17 December 1997. The short form, "blog," was coined by Peter Merholz, who jokingly broke the word weblog into the phrase we blog in the sidebar of his blog in April or May 1999.[5][6][7] Shortly thereafter, Evan Williams at Pyra Labs used "blog" as both a noun and verb ("to blog," meaning "to edit one's weblog or to post to one's weblog") and devised the term "blogger" in connection with Pyra Labs' Blogger product, leading to the popularization of the terms."

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