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May 4, 2002

Where is everybody!?!

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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]

Friday, May 3, 2002

I can hardly stand it. By 5:45 a.m. I was awake and had so many ideas that I had to jump out of bed to write them all down. The computers were booted soon afterward and I have been bopping around like Curious George the monkey since then. It is now 7:59 a.m.

What I can hardly stand is waiting for business offices to open. I want to call a list of businesses to ask questions and their offices do not open until 8:00 am at the earliest. In one minute, I can call the first establishment. However, it is most likely that the person that can answer my question will not arrive until later in the morning, requiring me to call back later. The next business does not begin to answer its telephones until 8:30 a.m. I have been waiting for hours to make these calls.

By 8:45 a.m., the Rogers Internet service was down for the count, and apparently for the day. Again! The service seems to be down as much as it is available. Their explanation is that they are upgrading services. When this intrusive upgrade is finished, they will no doubt want increase the bill to cover the "improvements". Time to consider an alternative ISP.

Here I am, 9:05 a.m., one hour later and several calls into my day. The first call resulted in a dead end due to the Ontario Government employee's strike. The second call was to a Federal Government body and the response was quick, rich in detail, and extremely helpful. The third call was to the Telephone Company and that was truly fortuitous, they are starting to bill us for services previously free and although we had been notified, I was unaware of the change. Missives from the Telephone Company seldom get my undivided attention. I have reordered the telephone services to save us money and to reflect how we actually use the telephone.

The rest of my calls were relatively unsuccessful, and now await the business hours of Monday morning. The remainder of the day found me in front of the computer, glued by code.

Saturday, May 4, 2002,

I just read somewhere out there that "in the right light, we are all special". This led me to contemplate how special people really are, and how few actually become aware of their own unique importance. It seems to me that each person needs to seek out the context within which they are remarkable, to move away from that or those which fail to commend.

As they say, location, location, location is everything.

It is a beautiful morning, full of sunshine and blue skies. Yesterday I meant to go for a walk, I really did. However, I spent the day wandering about in my head instead of on the streets. I hear from and interact with so many different people and ideas on the computer that the physical world has difficulty competing. Of course, part of this dynamic is that Attila finds himself in another "busy season" and works during daylight hours. Left to my own devices, I am prone to follow my thoughts into cyberspace.

Today I shall walk beneath the budding trees, perhaps a jaunt into the village or a trek to the local Tim Horton’s donut shop. The streets are so beautiful right now. The budding leaves are tight round globes that polka dot the blue sky with striking patterns of varied green. I can see all this from my chair in front of the computer; the colors tug and pull at me to rise and venture out of my cerebral cocoon. It seems the sap still rises.



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By the Easy Chair
Cry Of The Wind
by Sue HarrisonThe Magic Farmer
by Michael Hedges
from Aerial Boundaries



Quote
"There was a village once, not very long ago for those with long memories, not very far away for those with long legs. Wootton Major it was called because it was larger than Wootton Minor..."
from The Smith of Wootton Major
by J.R.R. Tolkien



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Humidity: 93%
Wind: E 4 km/h
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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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