April 26, 2002

When I said get a life,
I didn’t mean mine!



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]

Spring has at last arrived! This morning dawned sunny and mild, that is, the temperature was 4 degrees Celsius. Early morning found me sitting on the front porch in my parka, enjoying the sun while I sipped my morning coffee.

Yesterday afternoon the temperature reached 16 degrees Celsius. I made myself a nice cup of tea and moved a chair onto the front porch, where I sat myself down to listen to the birds sing and watch the leaves bud.

Not long after I sat down, our neighbour Magarac emerged from his garage with a bucket and hose, intending to wash his car. He saw me; we waved, he thought about it, then put down his gear, and motioned to me with his arms. It was clear he felt that I should get-up-and-get-working around our well-tended yard. I grinned and shrugged. His exaggerated motion of dismissal/mock-disgust made it clear that he was giving up on such hopeless lack of industry. There was a distinct edge to our friendly exchange.

Magarac continued to wash his car, which is always very clean, and I continued to enjoy my cup of tea, which has always been my habit. To each their own.

In contrast, another neighbour Dolittle arrived home while I was enjoying that very same tea break. He saw me, laughed, and called, “I see you are out with your tea, a sure sign of spring!” We chatted a bit, and then he headed indoors. Like Dolittle, most of the people living in our neighbourhood are tolerant and pleasant.

In this city, there is always someone seeking to tell you the error of your ways, in their not so humble opinion. A friend of mine, who grew up here, has dubbed people suffering from this sort of social disorder as “neighbourhood nazis”. Although these people exist in most places on the planet, in this city they seem particularly inspired to expression by a certain sense of social righteousness. It appears almost a public duty to “shout the odds” at those who seem even remotely individualistic; and sadly, this extends even to those who enjoy a hot cup of tea on a sunny afternoon.

Perhaps the person who created the concept of the Borg for Star Trek was inspired by this beautiful city. The pressure to conform in "The City", though not fearsome by any means, is certainly unrelenting.

To our discomfort, we have not been assimilated.

Attila and I continue to explore climes that are more tolerant.

Maggie Turner Journal

The kitchen has been humming with activity. Bread is baked daily and every other day some sort of sweet loaf is in the oven, today it will be banana walnut loaf. Attila is working all hours again. Our conversations are brief, and conducted in those few hours he is home before wearily falling into bed for his well earned rest.

However, Attila was home for one day on the Easter weekend. So as not to miss such an opportunity, we prepared a turkey dinner. It was a quiet, happy day spent cooking, chatting and eating. Luna and Terra were busy elsewhere, but we did talk over the telephone.

My time has been pleasantly filled learning CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), so as to eventually redesign the site. In addition, the CDs from the Family History Library in Utah have all arrived. Already I have found the christening records of two previously unknown GGG Uncles. It would be quite interesting to find and contact their descendants, who could be anywhere in the world. So many possibilities, so little time!

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Worldly Distractions

Bare Branches & Blue Sky
Tea Time View

By the Easy Chair
Cascading Style Sheets: The Definitive Guide
by Eric A. Meyer

Getting the Message Across
"I don't know who this group [WHO] is. I've never heard of them before. I had never seen them before."
Mel Lastman, Mayor of Toronto, during interview with CNN, concerning the WHO Travel Advisory about Toronto [April 25, 2003].(Is it any wonder Canadians are cynical about politicians?)

On the Screen
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
(What fun! The fascinating, self-abusing character Dobie would meet with city-wide approval here!)

9:57 EDT
Temp: 8`C
Humidity: 53%
Wind: N 15 km/h
Barometric: 101.0 kPa

Sunrise 6:25 AM EDT
Sunset 8:19 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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