November 6, 2000

We All Fall Down



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]

The day is lovely. Sometimes the outer and inner atmospheres are not as one. Today is such a day. I am in a funk. My brain wants to wallow in miserable, defeatist thoughts. My heart is sore. Thank goodness for the sun and the yellow leaves. I am reminded that these thoughts are not the only reality and that these feelings are minute in scale and temporary in nature.

"The Teenager" is having a rather severe bought of "independentcitis". If we are lucky it will not prove to be terminal, it seldom does. I know this.

Attila will get a day off next weekend. In fact, he might even get to spend the whole weekend at home. However, this is unlikely. A few weeks from now he will be well rested and a participating member of the family once more. His company will be most welcome, to say the least.

I have been whiling away the hours playing with JavaScript and sorting through memory boxes. I have been searching for old pictures, two in particular. The first picture I seek is one I took of my Grandparents the year before my Grandmother died. I have promised this photo to a second cousin for her "booklet" on the family history. I will also be sending her a written piece about myself, and my children. This will be difficult to write. How much of one's life can one fit comfortably into a paragraph for posterity?

The second picture I seek is that of a dear friend, Pat, who died several years ago at the age of thirty-nine. He was a wonderful musician and was much loved by many people. My friend Rob played and composed with Pat and is compiling his music and a story about his life. I will contribute some pictures, copies of my tapes, and design a web page for the project. This work heals the soul.

I had a fortunate find in the library last week. My GGG Grandmother was alive and well in 1891. At that time and at the age of ninety-five years, she is easily the oldest member of her community by a few decades. I found her living on a farm with her twenty-two year old Grandson Samuel and his Aunt and Uncle. An odd household they must have been, a single man running a farm with the assistance of two blind people and a 95 year old woman. He must have been a very decent sort of young man, this Samuel. His Grandmother lived for another four years after the Census. Samuel would live to the ripe old age of 92 years, working the same farm until his death. He died when I was a young girl; I may even have met him.

The idea of having interacted with a living relative who had a meaningful relationship with someone born in 1796 holds a certain fascination. The past is tangible; history is meaningful. My ghosts have names.

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Worldly Distractions

Blue Sky and Yellow Leaves
The View From Here

By the Easy Chair
Census of Canada

On My Desk
Bills, bills, bills!

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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