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June 29, 2007

Ever have one of those days?

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June 28, 2007

No bad words found . . .

Online Dating

Hence, my G-rating … I wonder what the baseline is?

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June 27, 2007

Thursday Thirteen # 19 - Latin Maxims for Beginners

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Sententiae Latinae

Impress your friends and coworkers with your grasp of Latin with these 13 maxims.

My goal: to use as many of these during my conversations with family at our upcoming Canada Day barbecue on July 1.

1. Ab ovo usque ad mala.
From beginning to end.

2. Amicus verus est rara avis.
A true friend is a rare bird.

3. Ars longa, vita brevis.
Art is long, life is short.

4. Audentes fortuna iuvat.
Fortune favours the brave.

5. Aurora Musis amica.
Dawn is friend of the muses. Or, the early bird catches the worm.

6. Deus nobiscum, quis contra?
If God is for us, who can be against us?

7. Dictum, factum.
Said and done.

8. Dum spiro, spero.
While I breathe, I hope.

9. Ecce homo!
Behold the man!

10. Fama volat.
The rumour has wings.

11. Homo novus
A new (self-made) man

12. In aere aedificare.
Build (castles) in the air.

13. Licentia poetica.
Poetic licence.

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June 26, 2007

On Memory

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This scant reliability of our memories will be satisfactorily explained only when we know in what language, in what alphabet they are written, on what surface, and with what pen …

- Primo Levi, The Drowned and the Saved

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June 25, 2007

Kurt Vonnegut: Eight Rules for Writing Fiction


1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.

2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.

3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.

4. Every sentence must do one of two things — reveal character or advance the action.

5. Start as close to the end as possible.

6. Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.

7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.

8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

— Vonnegut, Kurt Vonnegut, Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction (New York: G.P. Putnam’s Sons 1999), 9-10.

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Tagged by Thomma Lyn . . . A Birthday Meme

The lovely and talented Thomma Lyn, tagged me for a birthday meme today.

Here are the rules: You go to http://www.wikipedia.org/ and type in your birthday (only month & day). Then you write down 3 events, 2 births, 1 holiday, and then you tag 5 friends.

My birthday is October 25.

Three Events

• 1415 - The army of Henry V of England defeats the French at the Battle of Agincourt.

• 1945 - The Republic of China takes over administration of Taiwan following Japan’s surrender to the Allies.

• 2001 - Windows XP is officially released.

Two Births

• 1881 - Pablo Picasso, Spanish painter and sculptor (d. 1973)

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• 1912 - Minnie Pearl, American comedian and singer (d. 1996)

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One Holiday

• Virgin Islands - Thanksgiving Day

Five friends that I’m tagging to play along:

Red Garnier
Miss Frou Frou
Dewey
Colleen
Susan Helene Gottfried


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On impulses, phantoms and the creative process

If you persist in throttling your impulses you end by becoming a clot of phlegm. You finally spit out a gob which completely drains you and which you only realize years later was not a gob of spit but your inmost self. If you lose that you will always race through dark streets like a madman pursued by phantoms. You will be able to say with perfect sincerity: “I don’t know what I want in life.”

- Henry Miller, Sexus

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June 24, 2007

List # 19 - Unconscious Mutterings

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I say and you think …

  1. Compulsion :: Creative
  2. Spiritual :: Ecstasy
  3. Spray :: Bouquet
  4. Compatibility :: Questionable
  5. Pursuit :: Happiness
  6. Fake :: Illusion
  7. Mobile :: Alabama
  8. Ceremony :: Secret
  9. Ribbons :: Paper
  10. Mozart :: Driven

You too can play along with Luna.

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June 21, 2007

Words are things

Words are things; and a small drop of ink

Falling like dew upon a thought, produces

That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

~ Lord Byron, poet (1788-1824)

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Happy Summer Solstice!

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© Dennis Stock / Magnum Photos
DEAUVILLE, France—A woman on the beach, 1985.

For more Beach Daze photos visit Slate.

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June 20, 2007

Thursday Thirteen # 18 - 13 pairs of contradictory proverbs

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As humans, we tend to contradict ourselves on a regular basis. Case in point: the 13 pairs of proverbs below, researched by yours truly, for this week’s Thursday Thirteen. Enjoy!

1. Look before you leap
He who hesitates is lost

2. If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again
Don’t beat your head against a brick wall

3. Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Out of sight, out of mind

4. Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today
Don’t cross the bridge until you come to it

5. More haste less speed
Time waits for no man

6.
You’re never too old to learn
You can’t teach an old dog new tricks

7. A word to the wise is sufficient
Talk is cheap

8. It’s better to be safe than sorry
Nothing ventured, nothing gained

9. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts

10. Hitch your wagon to a star
Don’t bite off more than you can chew

11. Don’t judge a book by its cover
Clothes make the man

12. Birds of a feather flock together
Opposites attract

13.
The pen is mightier than the sword
Actions speak louder than words

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Why I write

To understand what is;

Imagine what could be, and

Create what will be …

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June 18, 2007

Tagged by Red . . . Recycle A Post

Red tagged me late last week and asked me to recycle a post from my blog. The post below was written on my European Adventure site as Dev and I were preparing for our trip to Greece and my beloved Mama was in the last stages of dementia. For you, gentle readers, I ask you to read this post first and then follow up with my first entry, here, written in January 2007.

For Mama on Great Friday

Mama,
there are moments
during night’s final yawn
when I can feel your warm breath
tickle my cheek.

I extend my arms only to embrace darkness.

More than anything,
I want to lay my head inside your mouth
and be swallowed whole.

I love what I do not have and
you are so far.

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My final meeting concerning Mama’s care took place yesterday morning on Great Thursday. While we’re away, Mama’s medical team will keep in touch with us via cell phone or e-mail.

It is on this day that Greek households around the world dye their Easter eggs red. Only last year, Dev and I spent Great Thursday driving around the various Mediterranean delis in Victoria searching for the appropriate packets of dye so that we’d have red eggs for Pascha.

On this day, there were no dyeing of eggs, only tears.

Mama is now receiving “comfort care” as she is in the late stages of her dementia. While I met with the hospital administrator, Mama’s nurse came in and asked if she could take the chicken to visit with yia-yia. I followed soon after.

Words fall wingless as she is able to only mimic what is said.

I love you, Mama.

I love you, Mama.

Look at the chicken.

Chicken.

Mama, forgive me.

Forgive … me.

How could this happen?
How did this happen?

Is this what happens,
when you pray for a Christian and peaceful end to your life?

Mama’s medical team reassures me that it is OK to travel - that we should travel, now, while there is time. And so today, on our Great Friday, the most holiest of days, Dev and I continue on with our plans. I pack in silence; Dev completes his errands.

Mama, forgive me.

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June 16, 2007

An invitation

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Regular postings resume next week. Please forgive the interruption. Have a great weekend, everyone!

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June 13, 2007

Thursday Thirteen # 17 - Cool Writing Tips from Jack Kerouac

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For this week’s Thursday Thirteen, I bring you 13 gems (of the 30 in total) from Jack Kerouac’s “Belief and Technique for Modern Prose.” I have no clue what many of these writing tips really mean but they certainly have had a liberating effect on my prose. Maybe that’s the point. Enjoy!

1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

2. Submissive to everything, open, listening

3. Be in love with yr life

4. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind

5. The unspeakable visions of the individual

6. No time for poetry but exactly what is

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7. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you

8. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition

9. Like Proust be an old teahead of time

10.Telling the true story of the world in interior monologue

11. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself

12. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea

13. Believe in the holy contour of life

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The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!


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June 12, 2007

An eternal question . . .

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Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?

Douglas Adams: Forty-two

Aristotle: To actualize its potential.

Buddha:
If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.

Salvador Dali: The Fish.

Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.

Emerson:
The chicken didn’t cross the road; it transcended it.

Emily Dickinson:
Because it could not stop for death.

Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.

Hemingway:To die. In the rain.

David Hume: Out of custom and habit.

Timothy Leary:
Because that’s the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.

John Lennon: Imagine all the chickens crossing roads in peace.

Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.

Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.

Plato:
For the greater good.

Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.

Thoreau: To live deliberately and suck all the marrow out of life.

Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.

Voltaire:
I may not agree with what the chicken did, but I will defend to the death its right to do it.

Wittgenstein:
The possibility of “crossing” was encoded into the objects “chicken” and “road”, and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.

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Self-portrait

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For your own enchanted version visit the newly upgraded bless this chick factory.

I’m off to work now.

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June 11, 2007

Do you know Doug?

Doug Savage is the creative genius of Savage Chickens daily cartoons drawn on sticky notes and posted online. I discovered his fabulous chickens late last week while doing research on my Thursday Thirteen post on phobias - and I’m hooked. His chickens have their own theme song and wallpaper - yes, they’re that popular!

Who knew that chickens could inspire such a following?

Or that they could be so astute about office life:

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Need a Creativity Boost?

Founded in 2000 by Chris Dunmire, the Creativity Portal is the place to explore and nurture your creative self. The Imagination Prompt Generator is a fun way to break through any writer’s block. Interested in finding other writers, artists and musicians who map their creative journey online? Then look no further than the Creativity Portal’s web directory.

The Creativity Portal is chock full of informative, inventive and entertaining articles. The website is updated frequently, no stale-dated information here. Always wanted to learn to draw a chicken? Chris has a wonderful how-to guide.

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June 8, 2007

A diversion for Friday: The rate my life quiz

My regular blogging schedule is interrupted as I am away on course: learning about appreciative inquiry. For today’s diversion, I bring you:

This Is My Life, Rated
Life: 8.2
Mind: 8.3
Body: 7.3
Spirit: 7.2
Friends/Family: 7.1
Love: 7.3
Finance: 8.5
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

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June 6, 2007

Thursday Thirteen # 16: There's a word for it

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The English language has a host of words to describe our fears, some of them more familiar than others. For this week, I bring you 13 phobias that piqued my interest.

1. Oneirophobia: fear of dreams

2. Ornithophobia: fear of birds

3. Ouranophobia: fear of heaven

4. Octophobia: fear of the number 8

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5. Oikophobia: fear of home surroundings

6. Onomatophobia: fear of hearing a certain word or of names

7. Ophidiophobia: fear of snakes

8. Opiophobia: fear of prescribing needed pain medications for patients

9. Ochlophobia: fear of crowds or mobs

10. Odontophobia: fear of teeth or dental surgery

11. Pagophobia: fear of ice or frost

12. Pantophobia: fear of everything

13. Paraskavedekatriaphobia: fear of Friday the 13th

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Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!

The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!


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June 5, 2007

A Greek Icon: Melina Mercouri

Melina Mercouri (1925-1994) epitomized the modern Greek: a vital and intellectual woman full of joy and sensuality. She was an accomplished singer and actor; an exiled political activist (during the military junta) and finally in the late 1980s Minister of Culture, fighting, among other things, for the return of the Elgin (Parthenon) Marbles.

Her role as Ilya, the exuberant prostitute, in Never on a Sunday, made her a household name. In 1960, Mercouri won the Best Actress Award at Cannes and the film won an Academy Award for its well-known theme song, written by Manos Hadjidakis.

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Me Logia Ellinka

With Greek words,

I fell in love with you,

from your lips bewitched …


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June 4, 2007

Open the door

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Open the door,
you know how little time we have to stay,
and once departed …
… may return no more.

-Omar Khayyam-

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Channeling Myrna Loy

Found this quiz on Miss Frou’s site and decided to play along. Seems I’m channeling Myrna Loy, what about you?


Your Score: Myrna Loy


You scored 19% grit, 28% wit, 33% flair, and 30% class!



You are class itself, the calm, confident “perfect woman.” Men turn and look at you admiringly as you walk down the street, and even your rivals have a grudging respect for you. You always know the right thing to say, do and, of course, wear. You can take charge of a situation when things get out of hand, and you’re a great help to your partner even if they don’t immediately see or know it. You are one classy dame. Your screen partners include William Powell and Cary Grant, you little simmerpot, you.

Find out what kind of classic leading man you’d make by taking the Classic Leading Man Test.

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June 3, 2007

Poetry Train Monday # 3 - Introducing: Magda Part 2

For today’s entry, I bring you more of Magda’s story from my work in progress. Go here to read part one. Climb aboard Rhian’s Poetry Train.

At home, I told myself that I was not lonely, though surely the oldest living virgin in Western Canada. But now, dancing with Georgios, dancing in front of these men, their admiration obvious, I could see myself more clearly than before. Running my fingers through my shoulder length black hair, I pretended I was Melina Mercouri arching my back, pushing my breasts forward, my full hips effortlessly following the syncopated drumming. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t a size six.

A strange sort of ecstasy began to mount in me, something I had never felt before. Excitement at first, it became a wild exuberance. I looked up and saw that the men were transfixed a silence settling upon them. I no longer felt like I would never marry, that a virginal future moved toward me, immovable.

Give me a cigarette.
Give me fire.
Let me feast on your caresses.
For as daybreak approaches
I’ll disappear.

Aman.
Aman.
Aman.

My companions were getting drunk. They were pushing each other out of the way to sit next to me. Georgios was quieter than the others looking at me with a shy expression. He offered me his hand. I accepted his unspoken invitation leaving the bacchanal behind.

In silence walked up to the small peak of this rocky town. There were large olive trees there, with branches that came down almost to the ground. We passed a few other couples embracing, hidden under the trees. We walked further, an eagerness between us.

I should not be here.
I wanted to be here.
I was here.

Aman.
Aman.
Aman.

Finally, there was a place for us, under the watchful eyes of Saints. He sat down; a stones throw away from a long abandoned chapel, its doors firmly clamped by a rusted padlock. He gestured for me to join him. He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. I found the courage to ask him something.

Georgios, do you like living here?
In Greece?
Yes, In Greece.

He looked over at me and raised his shoulders, a non-shrug. Then looked above me. His gaze settled on the Chapel. In his broken English he told me this small church was dedicated to the Holy Trinity: Father, Son and Holy Spirit. It was centuries old. The icons had been removed in order to protect them from the invading infidels across the water. Some enterprising islanders decided that selling them to private art collectors on the black market was better than leaving them to be destroyed. His great grandfather managed to salvage a few and now they are family heirlooms.

You like icons?
Yes, I grew up with them.
What you paint?
Women, mostly.
I send you one.

Somehow, because he had to struggle so hard with his words, I trusted him. No talk anymore, he whispered, taking my hand and putting his finger to my lips.

I felt anxious to be doing this so close to the house of God. I was looking over his head into the trees and he was unbuttoning my blouse. He stood up, pulled me against him and unfastened my bra. He took my hand and pressed it against him.

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Playing along with Red . . .

Your Fortune Is
Man who live in glass house should change clothes in basement.

Couldn’t resist playing along with Red this Sunday morning. Go stop by and say hello.

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List # 18 - Unconscious Mutterings

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I say and you think …

  1. Savage :: Beast
  2. Warrior :: Amazon
  3. Daisy :: Chain
  4. Schedule :: Regimented
  5. Rock, paper, scissors :: Chance
  6. Medical :: Journal
  7. Jade :: Chinese
  8. Elevator :: Convenience
  9. Drain :: Monetary
  10. Goldfish :: Koi

You too can play along with Luna.

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