July 8, 2000

Going once, going twice...



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]

At one point in my life, the call of social gatherings was irresistible. I enjoyed trekking out to hear a friend play music live at a small club. The thought of attending an open poetry reading with all its glorious colors lured me past the portals of my front door. I enjoyed the good, the mediocre, and the bad.

I met many people. Some people were egos supported by legs, they did not care for me or I for them. Some people were busy following their dreams, seeking public recognition for their sometimes-considerable talents with varying degrees of success. Others simply enjoyed creating sound and rhythm in the company of others. Still others came simply to listen, seeking belonging in an anonymous warmth.

I loved many of the people I met during those years of social involvement. The acceptance and excitement of creativity flowed freely and generously. I indulged my fascination with people for their own sake, appreciating sparkling glimpses into a kaleidoscope of lives and experiences.

Fate and responsibility removed the opportunity to enjoy these gatherings. For years I sought a suitable substitute, and remained in a state of constant disappointment. In desperation I turned inward, to find myself alone in a landscape rich and lush with life. I have tarried in that garden for many years now.

Yesterday I attended a literary evening. The prose, read aloud, was intelligent, witty, and at times brilliant. I knew only one person at this event, an old friend who met me at the door. During the intermissions I discovered, to my dismay, that I have become exceedingly shy.

My friend was well known; most people at the event seemed familiar with one another. She spent her time greeting friends and acquaintances while I stood silent and uncomfortable against a wall. I did meet several people, the conversations were short and pleasant.

The evening served to show me how unused to conversation I have become. Attila and I chatter endlessly. We are comfortable with one another, as only dear old friends can be. My enthusiasm for the unknown human element in interactions has faded, perhaps forever.

I could torment myself with logic and analysis as to why I have lost my enthusiasm for the company of strangers. I think though, that I will just accept that I may be "going through a phase". I will cut myself as much slack as I did my children during their wild journey through childhood.

I may be old enough now to enjoy my ride through childhood, the second time round.

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Worldly Distractions


By the Easy Chair
Original Sin by P.D. James

Somewhere Between Heaven and Earth by Cindy Bullens

Lyric from The End of Wishful Thinking
And it's too early in the morning
And too late in my life
To write a different story
To hope for different lines.

And I guess it's finally hit me
What forever really means
That no amount of dreaming
Is gonna bring you back to me
And it's the end of wishful thinking.
© Cindy Bullens


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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