June 29, 2007

Ta Dum



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]

It is another beautiful day. The heat broke late in the afternoon on Wednesday, bliss. This morning the temperature hovered at eight degrees centigrade and the sun shone brightly through the trees.

As I made my way into the kitchen this morning another culinary success awaited me. Last night the few and inexpensive ingredients needed for split pea soup went into the crock pot. Left overnight it transformed itself, without any further human intervention, into a lovely soup. I will not even speculate on the age of the ham bone used for this soup. I found it in the freezer and suspect it moved here with us three years ago. It suffered from a bit of freezer burn, but otherwise appeared intact. Waste not, want not, as the saying goes.

I baked a loaf of bread yesterday, and will take advantage of the cooler weather again today to bake another loaf. It is wonderful when heat waves are punctuated with periods of cooler temperatures, which allow indoor cooking and baking. Atilla and I take full advantage of these brief interludes of cool to prepare and stockpile our favorite hot weather foods.

Yesterday was beautiful, but I spent my entire day cooking, baking, banking, budgeting and paying bills. Banking days always depress my spirit, so it was a good idea to combine it with baking, which I enjoy.

The mosquito population, in proximity to the house, has diminished since the last heat wave. They still congregate in numbers in the early light and at dusk, but during the day I can freely move about the yard and the deck. Of course, if one ventures into the bush there will be hungry hordes to greet. Our property abuts two wetland environments, and so mosquitoes come with the territory.

An unexpected benefit of losing our north deck relates to the insect poplulation. Since Attila has repaired the sill plates, replaced the door with a window and closed in the exterior wall where the deck used to be, we have had few ants, wasps and mosquitoes in the house. We did not realize the degree to which that faulty construction had left us vulnerable to insects and elements. It is almost lonely in here without ants, wasps and mosquitoes to kill. Just kidding about that, of course.

I believe my honest description of our isolation, renovations and the mosquito population have discouraged visitors. I do consider painting idyllic “cottage country” scenarios to invite envy and attract my family and friends. I could post pictures of deck chairs on docks, canoes, misty waters and unusual pristine shorelines. However, this journal serves as a witness to my own reality. Alas, here too my vision of the world is out of step with popular myth and hype. I just cannot seem to “get with the program”.

Sitting here, with the sun darting past the trees to slant across the room, watching the dragonfly clinging to the screen on the kitchen window, listening to the birds calling out to each other in the bush beyond, “the program” seems like a lot of tinny noise.

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Maggie's Bodhran & Tippers

By the Easy Chair
The Shadow of the Wind
by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

"Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away... We will not be shipwrecked on a vain reality."
from Walden & on the Duty of Civil Disobedieince
by Henry David Thoreau

"He has magic in him, this man within the painted mask and swirling skirts.
But these days he has become unviable. Unfeasible. Condemned goods. His children deride him. They long to be everything that he is not. He has watched them grow up to become clerks and bus conductors... But he himself, left dangling somewhere between heaven and earth, cannot do what they do... "
from The God of Small Things, page 219
by Arundhati Roy

[Although the "he" may or may not accurately reflect the above authors' intent, my world view does not divide conceptual content by gender, but does recognize gender distinction in the details of experience. And of course, they say, the devil is in the details.]

On the Screen
Wind S 7km/h
Humidity 59%
Dewpoint 8°C
Press 102.04 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 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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