September 19, 2000

It's all the rage!



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 have had a very interesting day!

I have been visiting the local Family History Library of late. I have been enjoying my visits and chatting with the staff about the information I have found in the primary records and on the Internet. I take my computer with me to enter information as I find it. I have not seen any other visitors toting computers, but they seem to be acceptable.

Apparently, I have made an impression on the staff there or perhaps just the opposite. Let me explain.

I am accessing the Ontario Vital Statistics films at that library. Being a creature of habit, I schedule a machine for Tuesdays. This works well as I schedule a particular machine to view the film until closing time at 1 p.m. Everything was going just fine until I had to schedule for a Wednesday for the same period. Oblivious to context, I sat at the machine last Wednesday peering at the difficult handwriting and enjoying myself immensely. I assumed, wrongly, that the library hours of operation were the same as for Tuesdays. Because I assumed this, I also assumed I would be made aware when closing time approached.

To my great surprise, a man tapped me on the shoulder and told me he had booked the machine I was using. I did not look at the clock, for if I had I would have seen that it was past 1:00 p.m. and realized my mistake.

Instead, I said, "Surely not, I am sure I booked this machine."

Once in front of the schedule book I finally caught sight of the clock and realized my mistake. It was 1:15 p.m. and the man had waited patiently for 15 minutes thinking I was just finishing up.

I apologized profusely as I gathered my computer and bits of paper and removed the film I was working on. Within 60 seconds, I had vacated the workspace for him. He was unhappy. I cannot blame him for being unhappy.

Well, we all make mistakes and mine was an honest one.

Today I was back at the library on a Tuesday and confident of being asked to pack up at the appropriate time. As I sat at my computer typing in information, I heard very loud whispering directly behind me. The two librarians, they are volunteers, were loudly whispering about "that woman" who did not vacate the machine last week. The assumption behind their conversation was that "she" had willfully ignored the gentleman's claim. There was no generous "benefit of the doubt" here, oh my no. They harbored no doubts about "that woman's" character.

"Some people are just so enthusiastic," they said. It did not sound complimentary.

Well, I thought to myself, if you knew the man was waiting for the machine last week why did neither of you ask me to let him use the machine.

I suppose if they had assumed I was deliberately violating the schedule, they might also have assumed that if questioned I would exhibit "library rage". I guess women of a certain age might be considered very dangerous in these kinds of situations.

To enhance my visit the librarian, who I had chatted with last week about Internet research, came over to warn me that I should photocopy everything I used as a reference to "prove" my data. He warned me that I must "prove" my entries and not rely on information over the Internet. That seemed like sound advice. Alas, more was to come, the advice was meant only to introduce his final statement.

"We had 'a woman' in here last week with a computer," he paused with obvious condescension and a touch of cattiness, "who got a whole lot of information on her English ancestors over the Internet. You can't rely on anything without proof!"

He was referring to our conversation last week! The subject matter was the same, the computer was the same, what I had said had been interpreted incorrectly and enhanced considerably by false assumption.

I looked at him with an amused smile and said, "Really!"

Perhaps he was senile and did not recognize me from our conversation last week? That whispered conversation directly behind my back was just a coincidence?

I will never know. By tomorrow, I will not care. Next Tuesday I will be back at the library having the time of my life.

I wonder how "library rage" works.

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Worldly Distractions

Looking up.

On The Screen
The Weather Network.

In The Kitchen

Fluffy Meatloaf
1 lb. ground beef
1 cup bread crumbs
1 egg (beaten)
1 tbsp.Worcestershire Sauce
1/4 cup minced onion
1 1/4 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. each black pepper, dry mustard, sage, celery salt and garlic powder

Heat oven to 350 degrees F. Mix all ingredients thoroughly. Shape into loaf and place in baking pan. Top with 1/4 cup tomato sauce (or ketchup or salsa...), cover and bake for 1 1/2 hours.
I like to put new potatoes and fresh carrots in the baking pan along with the meatloaf, the whole meal comes out of the oven at the same time.

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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 Peterme.com 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."
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_blogging

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