November 17, 2008

A Decade of Journal Entries



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 missed my own anniversary! The very first entry for this journal was made on October 22, 1999. Ten years, a decade of my life recorded, at least in part.

Tis the season here. The season of solitude has begun. It was delayed this year, for whatever reasons the universe had for postponement of the seeming inevitable shutting down of the world.

We kicked off with a rare weekend, Attila had Saturday off work last Saturday. It is November, and November is a most unreliable month. Mixed rain and snow on Saturday, then heavy snow Saturday night and during the day on Sunday. We spent the weekend at home, watching the weather rage and storm around us.

Attila and I had a lovely Saturday. We closed the doors to the outdoors, and to chores. We played scrabble and cribbage. We watched movies. We ate well and laughed a lot. It was a day as close to perfect as one could ever hope for.

Sunday Attila had to catch up with the pressing preparations for winter. He installed plastic sheeting over the porch screens to keep the snow out. He took down the clothesline. He removed a section of deck railing to accommodate removing snow from the deck over the winter.

My Sunday consisted of talking on the phone. I call people, they do not, as a rule, call me. If I am to have contact I must initiate it myself. There is no natural flow of connection and the quality of the connection is affected by the inherent inbalance. If there is a solution to this inbalance, I haven't found it. I baked bread. I paid bills and took care of the administrative necessities of life.

The sun shone this morning, but it is snowing again now. Snow, cold and beautiful, my closest companion for the next four months.

So here it is Monday, and I am sitting alone again, staring out the window at the white page...

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Wordly Distractions

November Snow
Looking out the window and into the distance.

Discovery Bay
Written and Performed by Patrick Logier

By The Easy Chair
The Honk and Holler Opening Soon
by Billie Letts

"Indifference is not a beginning, it is an end. And, therefore, indifference is always the friend of the enemy, for it benefits the aggressor -- never his victim, whose pain is magnified when he or she feels forgotten. The political prisoner in his cell, the hungry children, the homeless refugees -- not to respond to their plight, not to relieve their solitude by offering them a spark of hope is to exile them from human memory. And in denying their humanity we betray our own."
Nobel Laureate Elie Wiesel, at the White House Millennium Lecture in 1999

Temperature: -4.3C
Pressure 101.7 kPa rising
Visibility: 14.5 km
Humidity: 86 %
Wind Chill: -6
Dewpoint: -6.3C
Wind: NNW 5 km/h

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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