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April 11, 2001

The Tides of Change

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Here are a few of my favorite online haunts:

REALTOR.ca
[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]

With the very best of intentions I have embarked on an odyssey of the spoken word, my own spoken word.

The result has been chaos. My rhythm has been broken, my logic paths diverted, and my sense of stability threatened. How has all this come about? With the simple introduction of a new piece of software, I introduced it myself.

At present I sit before the keyboard typing. A few minutes ago I dictated my thoughts into a microphone where they were diligently transformed into digital text, more or less accurately. So what is the problem?

Not yet am I so detached from the details and process of dictation that my mind can soar, leaving a path for the words to follow. The familiar keyboard long ago ceased to fetter my thoughts and has followed me obediently for many years. With this new voice dictation I find myself watching the sound levels, the spelling mistakes, and the format of the words rather than focusing on their meaning. This software will own my complete attention, perhaps for several months.

Most of what I have verbally composed for my journal over the last few days has been one form or another of prayer, begging the software to release me from its grip. This it will not do, and so I have resorted to the keyboard to organize and record my thoughts unhampered.

The software is ViaVoice for Mac, Enhanced Edition. It is a stern taskmaster, and it will be a powerful ally when mastered.

We have heard no word of the wedding. "The Teenager" slips in and out of a state of panic and hysteria. I do not. The wedding day will arrive, I will cry with happiness for my oldest daughter's good fortune, and Attila and I will have a wonderful time. The young people will be plagued by emotions and expectations. There is nothing to be done about that, except try to stay out of their way and let them enjoy the benefits of youth.

Spring really has arrived. Attila is working longer hours and six days a week. The ground is covered with a hint of green. One day last week it was warm enough to turn off the central heating and open the windows. It rains almost every day. I saw a yellow crocus in a garden. A few centimeters of Sedum have emerged from the brown earth at the back of the garden. They are smaller than the hat of an acorn, but it is a start.

The arrival of spring is always an inspiration to clear away the old and the dusty. One of the tasks I have started is the cleaning of the windows. This is a very big job. Each window consists of four large and very heavy panels of glass, each of which must be gingerly removed from the window frame and lifted to the safety of the floor. Washing the windows is the easy part. I have completed one window and have five more to clean, window by window. Attila is busy raking the lawns and clearing the dead branches left by the snow and wind.

There are other harbingers of spring. Yard sale notices have started to appear in the mailbox and door-to-door salespeople are busy ignoring my "No Soliciting" sign. Children are chasing balls through gardens and dogs are joyfully barking at passing pedestrians.

Occasionally the sun shines like a blessing on these mortal comings and goings.



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Worldly Distractions

Sedum
A few centimeters of Sedum.



By the Easy Chair
The Devil's Dictionary
by Ambrose Bierce
(1842-1914?)



Airwaves
Antonin Dvorak
No. 8 in A Flat Major



Quote
COMPULSION, n. The eloquence of power.
From: The Devil's Dictionary



Weather
3:37 PM DST
Temp: 15` C
Humidity: 67%
Wind: E 20 mph
Barometric: 101.5 kPa (v)

Sunrise 6:49 AM DST
Sunset 8:01 PM DST
 

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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 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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