June 26, 2000

Cool and White



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 under the open window, keyboard at hand. The breeze falls in upon me through the open window; it is refreshingly cool after a long, hot, humid day. As it sometimes happens, the weather perfectly matched the tone of the day. The day was long, as most unpleasant days are. The day was hot, as most times marked by friction are. The day was humid, as most cloying, living nightmares are. The day is over, and I wish that I could say as much for the events of the day. Like the weather, times of difficulty break, then return in their season. I will sleep long and deeply this night, dreaming of fair weather.

I do not want to recount the events that transpired today. All here are alive and will live to see another day and another challenge.

I will share a piece I wrote several years ago, while serving my time in a dungeon, while working for a very large company. The company lunch area was a room in a lower basement, without windows, with one door, and two flickering neon lights. Writing was a way to survive being lost without a lifeboat in that sea of mediocrity.

Letter Out

I am alone, here in the basement, eating my lunch. Just as I was alone while eating yesterday's lunch, just as I was alone... Time stretches backward, innocently looping and slowly wrapping itself around my life in an ever-tightening circle.

I like being alone. In particular, I like being alone while on the premises of the company. I am worried that, when I am not alone, I feel irritated at best and violated at worst. The conversations that occupy the minds of the other bipeds here seldom arrest my attention. Their words, like shallow, modern fairy tales, swirl around me, taunting. These false tales of heroes, glass slippers, and time machines truncate and deform reality rather than enrich.

Of course, I should be thankful. The concrete here is painted white. I have heard that one should always look on the bright side of life.

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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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