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June 27, 2001

Something About Women

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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]

My mood is contemplative. Lately, I have not been able to get a certain passage from a book out of my head. I read this book in 1988. Thinking to expose the meaning of my small obsession, I will commit the passage to my journal.

 

 

"She moans like a spirit looking for the keyhole out of the room. She places her hands on the frail walls, then her mouth explodes with noise and she tugs Alice out into the Ontario night. They crash down the wood steps, Clara's growls unnaming things, their bodies rolling among the low moon flowers and grass and then leaping up as the rain breaks free of the locked heat clouds, running into the thunder of a dark field, through the stomach-high beans and corn, the damp rustle of it against their skirts and outstretched arms - the house fever slipping away from them."

Ondaatje, Michael, (1988), In The Skin of a Lion, Penguin: Canada, p. 76.

 

 

This passage represents, in some way, an issue with which my psyche now wrestles. It may be days, weeks, or even months before the significance surfaces to awareness.

It is possible that once I am aware of the import of the passage, I will regret having here mentioned its existence. It is a chance I seem willing to take.

A small bit of whimsy has also been drifting in and out of my mind. I think it must be related to the above passage, but again, I do not understand the connection as of yet.

This bit of writing arives accompanied by the image of a photograph I once saw, source unknown. The photo portrayed two tippled older women, gay and coyly smiling, arm-in-arm, skirts pulled high, as they stepped together in dance. The crowd around them shared their delight.

 

 

There are old women dancing,
in buttons and bows.
There are old women dancing,
in circles and rows.

They're smiling, they're laughing,
they're having a ball.
There are old women dancing
so join them, you all.

Maggie Turner, 2001

 


I have reached a stumbling block in my efforts to install UNIX on my Macintosh via Virtual PC. I have exhausted known possibilities and can proceed no further on the install. Apparently, FreeBSD will not install from a virtual boot floppy created with Disk Copy on the Macintosh. Marjory does not have a floppy drive, so that a virtual floppy is the only option. I suppose I could purchase a set of CDs, but this is a project meant to take advantage of the much-touted "free" operating systems.

I am learning a great deal as I proceed with my failure and have received some excellent assistance from very knowledgeable people. So far, it has been a good experience. I continue to explore alternative possibilities.

Attila has worked hard this week, arising at 4 a.m. and leaving the house before 5 a.m. He has been taking short naps, but a sleep deficit is sneaking up on him. I will sacrifice his much-coveted company and insist that he take a lengthy nap before his evening meal.

The daughters are lost in preparations for the impending wedding. Attila and I find ourselves, for the first time in our relationship, with a social calendar full of parties and dinners to attend. We hope to meet the challenge with good grace. As much as I would enjoy being a curmudgeon, it would not be fair to indulge myself just now. This wedding is not about me, or at least it should not be.



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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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