October 21, 2002

Quiet Times



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]

The smell of baking bread surrounds the chair I sit in, beckoning me out of my office and into the kitchen. Lately, I have been baking our bread in the oven rather than in the bread machine. Attila prefers the taste, and the cleanup is easier. As an added bonus, several consecutive loaves may be baked, without waiting for the machine to cool down.

The apples sit ready on the counter, ready to make their way into apple squares. I use the Mincemeat Square recipe, and substitute cooked apples for the filling. The filling only takes a few minutes to prepare from fresh apples. I use four or five medium apples, peel, core and slice them, add 1/4 cup of brown sugar and 1/4 cup water then simmer it all together until tender. When I remove it from the heat, I stir in 1/2 teaspoon of cinnamon.

I am preparing potato fingers, baked squash, and hot turkey sandwiches for dinner tonight.

Mist was just on my lap. She frequently visits while I sit at the computer. She stares at the keyboard, contemplating what appeal it could possibly hold, to keep my hands moving so rhythmically, to click click click with a steady tap. There are better uses for those hands, in her humble opinion. Petting is definitely a higher priority activity, and she insists that her priorities be honored. She is my all-natural solution to repetitive stress and fatigue, enforcing regular breaks for feline affection.

Attila is busy, busy busy. I spend a great deal of time with my computers, Mist, and myself. It works well for the most part, I like my computers, Mist, and myself very much.

Sometimes I worry though, because I do spend a great deal of time in an environment devoid of social ridicule, chaffing conventions, and the clawing and scratching of small souls seeking solace. I worry that the tough "thick skin" of indifference is softening.

For instance, no one comments daily on my looks. My weight is not a subject I am obliged to contemplate, unless the topic comes up in relation to my health.

Neither am I obliged to focus on fashion, soap operas, talk shows, extreme emotional reactions to news events, or a myriad of other human interactions that exhaust and deplete.

Luckily, I am a good listener. When I do find myself in social situations, listening to the interests of others is often a source of pleasure; one need not share an interest to enjoy another's enthusiasm.

There are times, however, when the reality of other humans can be a nasty shock. One would think that as age left its mark upon body and soul, immunity would build toward the sad examples of human behavior. I find quite the opposite. As the brevity and precious nature of our time here becomes increasingly obvious, so does the futility of unwise behavior become more evident. We have so few real choices in life, why not make them good ones?

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Worldly Distractions

Yellow Birth in Sun
Autumn Glory

"What do I care if some aging Himbo thinks I'm fat. A mirror for his birthday would serve him right."
The AlterEgo Chronicles, 2002

15:00 EDT
Temp: 9`C
Humidity: 50%
Wind: S 9 km/h
Barometric:102.2 kPa

Sunrise 7:45 AM EDT
Sunset 6:32 PM EDT

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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