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January 6, 2007

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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]

On November 13, 1999 I wrote an entry that describes what writing and publishing a journal means to me.

Over the last seven years, since I wrote that piece, my experiences have become both increasingly harsh and uplifting. My personal environment, outside the home, has become more superficial, exploitative and a lot less tolerant. The world outside my immediate experience remains frighteningly chaotic and violent, with major events such as 9/11.

Most of my direct experiences with the outside world, at this point in my life, take place at work. I go to work each day. Each day I am subjected to the raw emotions of extremely unhappy people. I listen to people who shout their frustration and anger at strangers on the telephone. I am “lead” by ambitious men with limited power, and women wanting a share of what little power there is. They are people who seem to measure success by level of exploitation, and freedom to express their own unprocessed and unrecognized emotional drives freely to those unable to move out of their range.

Attila and I spend time with my healthy reactions, my rage, my disgust and my despair. Time is spent as I verbalize the poison; extract the demons from my inner being. Verbalization takes the form of description, and attempts to devise survival strategies, none of which work in an exploitative environment. It also takes the form of irrationally formed fantasies, where what goes around actually comes around, and a just and loving universe enacts vengeance. The process dominates what little time Attila and I have away from our places of employment. The process exhausts me; it exhausts Attila.

Attila suggested reading Ghandi's writing, and perhaps I will find inspiration there.

Simultaneously, I am uplifted by brief exposures to beautiful people. My definition of a beautiful person is very simple, those who respect themselves first, and others to the greatest degree that they can. Their life giving energy moves through the universe, invisible to the superficial, nourishing to the conscious.

Although my present work environment provides me with little exposure to beautiful people, they do occasionally pass through the corporate doors. Primarily though, I find solace in loved ones, new and old friends, both living and dead, music and the written word.

Where I work, and the people I sit with in that rectangular box, are beyond my control. The emotions generated by constant exposure to an exploitative environment are beyond my control. What I can control is what I think of it all; that is what I write here.

In 1999 I wrote:
"...It is important to remember that each person will select events and construct meaning from them in their own way. This is what makes human existence a true frontier, populated with explorers and mapmakers. Literature, great or small, is the mutable landscape of human existence."

I still beleive it.



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"To be true to my faith, therefore, I may not write in anger or malice. I may not write idly. I may not write merely to excite passion. The reader can have no idea of the restraint I have to exercise from week to week in the choice of topics and my vocabulary. It is training for me. It enables me to peep into myself and to make discoveries of my weaknesses. Often my vanity dictates a smart expression or my anger a harsh adjective. It is a terrible ordeal but a fine exercise to remove these weeds."
M. K. Gandhi, Young India, July 2, 1925



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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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