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January 14, 2002

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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]

A quote I read in an Email signature, on a software list, this past week, gave me a real chuckle.

"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work." -- Thomas A. Edison

I always wear overalls and have been told that I am "work". I never quite determined what kind of "work" I was, but the individual seemed quite convinced of the accuracy of his statement. He never rescinded his assertion; his certainty never wavered. I always counted him as one of my best ever friends and took his commentary readily to heart.

He was "work" himself, and as I remember it (he has passed away), his friendship was indeed an opportunity in my life. Many of my internal doors opened at his urging and through his acceptance and love.

We were both talented and ambitious and those around us expected great things. None of what transpired between us resulted in fame or fortune, that was not the opportunity either of us really needed.

Another quote comes to mind at this point.

"Enlightenment is your ego's biggest disappointment." -- Yoginanda

Nothing quite so easily defined as success resulted from our union. We became legends neither in our own time nor in our own minds. I am just a better person for having known him, and I am of the opinion that he feels the same way about it all, wherever he is.

On the day of the funeral for Aunt A., I lit a candle at the exact time that the church service began. Although separated by distance, I shared the time of remembering with the others that loved her. The day was a mixture of solitary tears and comfort. It is a remarkable thing to have someone to miss, whatever the distance.

Attila and I are spending our days quietly. The Christmas Tree is now unadorned and relegated to the back of the yard. The snow is falling gently on it. Soon it will disappear beneath a blanket of white and remain sleeping until it emerges naked in the spring.

I am missing the color of the Christmas decorations already. Luckily, Auntie Mame visited recently for a cuppa and brought with her a lovely Poinsettia. It sits in the middle of the dining room table, cheering me up every time I walk into or past the room. I know that if expenses allowed I would keep cut flowers on the table all year round.

There is a steady chopping sound coming from the kitchen. Attila is in his element. Turkey soup with loads of vegetables is on the menu for dinner. We will have home baked grain/seed bread with the soup and follow the whole thing up with apple upside down cake. Leftovers are delicacies around our house. There is nothing like food that has been stored properly to allow flavors to mellow.

I feel as colorless as the landscape looks at dusk on a winters day in Canada. It is not that I feel sad or depressed, it is just that my mind is plodding along the project paths without noticing the little wonders of life. Luckily I like to work; it makes laborious activities seem pleasant. Well, at least some of them. Tedium can be a respite from thinking when thinking gets you nowhere.



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Worldly Distractions

Woman with puzzled expression.
The Puzzled Moment



By the Easy Chair
The Drowning Room
by Michael Pye
Granta Books, 1995



Airwaves
The Princess Pleads For Wallace's Life
Braveheart
James Horner & The London Symphony Orchestra



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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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