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
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
[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 Sunday night I had a beautiful dream.
My granddaughter Imp burst through the
door, gave me a great big smile and
called "Hi Grandma!" It was
wonderful and I woke up thinking about
I called Luna today to find that the
twins have been very ill with the flu,
Luna thinks it is probably the H1N1
but this has not been tested or confirmed.
Apparently Imp's fever "peaked" on
Sunday, just before I dreamed about
Imp is recovering now, her fever has
diminished. However Elf is currently
feeling very poorly and running a high
fever, which seems to be coming down
now. His cough sounds dreadful.
Tink had a bit of a cough on Saturday,
but has not developed a fever. We are
all hoping that she is one of the lucky
ones who is barely affected and suffers
very minor symptoms indeed.
Thinking about my girls, and my grandchildren,
led me to remember a song my friend
Derek sang when he last visited. Listening
to Derek sing his version of Emmy Lou
Harris' song Love and Happiness is an
experience I'll always hold close to
We have at last obtained a high speed
connection to the internet. Tonight
was my first foray into the youtube
experience. I've listed to an unknown
singer called Holly, singing her version
Pancho and Lefty. Then I listed to Townes
Van Zandt sing this same song, a performance
in a class of its own. Then I moved
on to listen to Emmylou Harris sing "Love
and Happiness" with Kimmie Rhodes.
At last I have access to the kind of
entertainment that I do truly enjoy.
After looking at live stage performances,
I moved on to my favorite way to listen
to music, street buskers. When I lived
in downtown Toronto I was addicted to
what I called my "walkabouts".
I would pack my books into a backpack,
lace up my hiking boots and set forth
to wander to neighbourhoods of Toronto.
I stopped for coffee when I was tired,
studied for hours and hours at street
side cafes, and listened to live music
off and on all day and all evening long.
The quality of entertainment on the
streets of Toronto is unbelievable,
unbelievably bad and unbelievably good.
And I loved it all.
I bumped into a video, from the 2009
Busking for Change event, filmed on
the streets of Toronto. First I'd like
to say that unless I know an artist
personally, I don't remember their names.
It is not in my nature to adore anyone
from afar. It is in my nature to enjoy
human contact, including genuine goodwill
and real eye contact. When you set forth
to listen to buskers, that is what you
will encounter, for the most part. Perusing
the busking videos, I chose one thinking
that the artist looked earnest, focused
and not very affluent. I was not sure
if I was about to hear something unbelievably
bad or unbelievably good or something
somewhere in between.
I didn't know the name Chantal
Kreviazuk ; what a wonderful introduction
to an artist's talent. At the beginning
of this video it is difficult to hear
her voice and I was thinking, "oh
no, this is going to be painful".
Then I called to Attila, "hey,
listen to this, she is pretty good."
Attila laughed. He knows who Chantal
Kreviazuk is and found it hilarious
that I thought I had discovered this
great talent on the street.
But you see, in a sense I did discover
this great talent on the street. For
me Chantal will always represent a talented
artist singing on a cold windy street,
sounding incredible and sharing what
nature gave her.
|RECIPES :: Cast
Surrender: Autumn Ritual of the Hosta
On The Screen
starring Michael Caine, Helen Mirren, Bob
"Sentiment is intellectualized emotion,—emotion precipitated,
as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy."
James Russell Lowell (1819–1891)
Pressure: 101.7 kPa
Visibility: 8 km
Humidity: 97 %
Wind: NNE 4 km/h