Tuesday well-slept, February 27, 2001the possibility exists that these people who buy good croissants
don't really know the difference between a good croissant and a
bad one. maybe they simply choose them because that is what is in
the store, in a sheepish manner.while sitting in silence, i realized that my memories of Sandy
are only getting older. that she may have been much smaller than
i remember; that she exists now, only our memories and that
even those may not be accurate. the way we feel about her is set
in stone, however.
Wednesday hump day, February 21, 2001
why do we continue to re-hash the same personal and societal faults over and over again? "Alice got her strength from the inside" yet we still have to sing about it. how many decades of treating her badly will it take before we're past that one? everyone knows where the most important strength comes from. how many times must we re-hash it before we move on? how many decades do we have to sing to ourselves before we all believe that we all believe the things we all believe???
i'm watching our language disintegrate from the inside, too. (perhaps the two come hand in hand) - hearing the meteorologists call themselves 'meteologists' and the eLearning course talk consistently of 'hi-archies' - i'm weakened at the knees merely pronouncing those words out loud. Why, i cannot explain. i can live with 'wassup' 'hiya' 'hey' even! - some forms of communication have changed, we've become lazy, formalities are no more. we invent new words, that's OK. but destroying real words, that bothers me. let's not get into what the schools must (or not) be teaching.
(poots jumps off her soap box)
Monday, February 19, 2001
for today, read this
Spotlight on Maya Angelou
Sunday, February 18, 2001 having time, she says.
time is a precious thing; more powerful than power itself.
you don't have the strength to stop what you are doing right now
and change the way that you are using your time; or shall i say
how it is using you. but once the time comes for you to have more time, your thoughts will change - priorities shift - goals rearranged - clarity sharp - and all of a sudden the power of time lets you know who is the boss.
should i bother fighting the natural ebb and flow of time's tiny tentacles?
poots stretches each arm to the right and the left in a ballerina gesture
using the grace she learned as a child to express in a private way, a beauty and quality to herself that is difficult to find in the public world these days. reminding herself of yesteryears, encompassing all that is lost in a sea of a time-less (no pun intended) followers, she sits crouched on her cushion thinking of artists who also care - or do they - and wondering if perhaps is it indeed, a kind of timeless art form that perpetuates the mania that is breathlessly running towards empty technologies and click,click,clicking away all this precious time?she has the time now, to say she does. the time to wipe clean the slate and reset the buttons. the time to foresee a lack of time; the time to ponder time. it's an irony that's not lost on her. it's a commodity less precious than none, yet held by so few. perhaps, as my father said, it's just another mechanism in our elaborate scheme to avoid thinking about death - right up there with buying and selling our stocks.
port
sauce on duck breast, everyone knows i love to cook. on page two are demoted
the dead, the maimed, and the missing. the snow comes, it's cleared, and
it will go. i drive the decarie and simultaneously compose prose while
liszt plays. yesterday, i heard they took away the foreign tax credit for
purchases in quebec. another brick not in the wall. the structure will
only hold itself up much longer, i'm afraid. i'm not in negative mode;
but some realities are worth facing, even for an eternal optimist like
me. i do believe they may destroy this place, in spite of themselves. such
are the woes of a first world country. here, they raise the price of gas
on payday. we pay. we send our blankets overseas, we pray for them. perhaps
we were more grateful when we too, had God. i'm certainly glad they still
do.
