June 12, 2007

Mud Pies



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]

I always enjoyed playing in the mud.

My siblings and I spent countless hours enjoying the cooling textures of mud in and around the rain puddles left by generous clouds. We splashed and “swam” and rolled and paddled in the shallow warmth of liquid earth. We coated our sturdy, sun browned legs and arms, creating patterns and sometimes just waiting to read the wisdom in the cracks forming as the mud dried. Our mother, on our return from these earthbound expeditions, would stand barring the door, lips pursed with weariness at the thought of washing five small children, in the yard, with prescious water hand drawn from the truck-fed well.

At one point in time I took several courses in pottery making. I learned to use a potter’s wheel, and to construct pieces by hand. I favoured hand building as a technique, not really enjoying the mechanical relationship needed with the wheel. My dreams at that time were patterned and rooted.

I belonged to a Potter’s Guild, and managed to get into the studio to work a few times a month. At that time the responsibilities of parenting required a great deal of my time and commitment, making the hour and a half bus trip, followed by a thirty minute walk, to the studio impractical and eventually impossible. I abandoned my interest with regret.

While on holiday I visited an art supply store and purchased some clay. Then I purchased the used book The Potter’s Primer by Eleanor Chroman, to review the basics. I have purchased a very small kiln, which arrived today in Toronto, and is waiting for me to arrive in turn, in my very small car, to pick it up.

I am going to play in the mud again.

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Worldly Distractions

Iris from my garden on a hot June day.
June Iris

By the Easy Chair
My Mother's Lovers
by Christopher Hope

Bird song, private planes and dynamite blasts - quite a combination.

A few clouds
Feels Like 33
Wind N 13km/h
Humidity 27%
Dewpoint 10°C
Pressure 102.03 kPa
Visibility 14.0 km
Ceiling unlimited

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 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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