November 21, 2001

The Fabric of Life



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 knew I did not want to move my journal and web pages. I knew it. I knew it. I knew it.

I have been flitting about the Internet for years now, joining here, and leaving contact information there. All fine and good, but now my steps must be retraced and my actions must be accounted for. Keeping a record of my activities would have been a good idea. I did not do that. Taking a logical approach to building connections in cyberspace would have been a good idea. I did not do that.

What I did do was have fun.

Right now, I am not having fun following my own mistakes down dead ends and correcting whatever can be corrected. Every time I think, "There, that does it"; another little-thing-that-takes-a-long-time-to-figure-out-and-fix comes up. I am racing the calendar on this one; the old URL for the journal disappears on November 22, or is that November 30. There I go again, you can see how much trouble I have getting a handle on order and detail.

This time I am writing down where I go and what I do. The information is being entered into a table on several web pages and kept in a folder with the rest of my site. It might help, but then again, I may lose the files, and then it will be a complete waste of time.

Soon though, very soon, the move will be accomplished and I will again be a free-range woman. (New Location)

Attila lost a dear friend to cancer on Sunday last. They had worked together for years and grew to respect and trust one another. We will be attending the "Visitation" this evening, the funeral will be held tomorrow afternoon. Attila called their mutual friend in Mexico to let him know the sad news. The conversation took place completely in Spanish, which Attila has been learning over the last few years. Without facial expressions and body language to aid communication, it was a bit of a challenge. Regardless, Attila conveyed the sad news and his feelings very well.

Although I do not "like" funerals, the opportunity to join in space and time with others that loved this man is welcome. The Visitation and the Funeral help me find a path through the pain. We have lost him, but he is being woven into the fabric of our lives in a new way.

In the background, in the small spaces of time that open here and there, Attila and I have been organizing our home. It feels as if we just moved in together. We are busy sorting everything we own with an eye to mutual organization.

We are both "pack rats", saving all sorts of odds n' ends for a rainy day. Objects that we do not use, and probably never will use, dominate our home. Yet, we cannot seem to part with most of these treasures.

Attila will look at the pile of ancient picture frames he has always meant to refinish and use. He will pick up each one and examine it in search of a flaw that will justify the trash heap. Each one redeems itself and is placed carefully with all the others that have passed inspection. When the sorting is done, the new pile is the same as the old pile.

My storage nemesis relates to cloth. One of the things I studied while pursuing for my first degree at University was the nature and use of fabrics. This involved the study of chemistry and many other technical subjects. What I found most interesting though, was the actual application of all these technical details. I liked to make useful objects from fabrics. Fascinated as well with the concept of "waste not, want not", I began to collect lost but interesting fabrics. The collection has grown over the years. Like Attila, I am unable to find fault with any pieces in my collection and so save the lot.

We did both agree about the fate of the old coffee machine. Years ago it failed us, worn out in some inexplicable way. Unable to face a morning without coffee, we quickly purchased another machine and put the old one on the workbench. We fully intended to tinker with the old machine and get it up and running. It sat on the workbench for several years. No one touched it. It was moved to a shelf for storage. Our intentions towards it remained honorable. We have both come to feel that our hopes for the old coffee machine were rather unrealistic. We are now willing to let it go.

I think you can see why our efforts to organize are taking a very long time.

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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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