Yesterday afternoon, I read about the ongoing Colorado high school hostage situation with a mix of fear, of horror that this could happen for the second time in as many weeks (once at home, once away), and at the same time, of a twinge of hope and idealism that maybe this time the innocent students, every last one [...]
Archive for September, 2006
Hopefully… you will read this
Posted in Current & Past Events on 28 September, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Fear of Flying
Posted in Friends & Family, Random on 27 September, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Fall is such a gorgeous season with all the leaves changing colours, turning from chlorophyll green to mustard to rust to ochre. Falling off the trees and skittering across the pavement in slight gusts of wind. They collect in huge, dank piles for kids and adults alike to land in after a full Sunday of raking. For me, there’s [...]
Tempest in a Teacup
Posted in Home, Work on 26 September, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Long, labourious day that limped along on one lame leg. Eight hours of gruelling software training today and yesterday in which words like term delimiter, textbase, termbase, analysis agent, etc. could have been Japanese for all I understood of the past two days. I hated training on computer-assisted translation (CAT) software in university and I’m sad to say that nothing [...]
a reminder
Posted in Language, Writers & Writing on 25 September, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
One of my favourite quotes because, for me at least, it embodies the importance of writing with honesty and integrity, and about being true to the words themselves.
“Write books only if you are going to say in them the things you would never dare confide to anyone.”
Émile Michel Cioran born April 8, 1911 (a fellow Aries!) in Rasinari, Romania, died [...]
As Stable as Standing on a Sandbox
Posted in City, Home, Mind, Body & Spirit, Work on 24 September, 2006 | 1 Comment »
I went for a long walk this morning, a quick-paced 6-kilometre route west, around to the bank and back home, my Ipod tucked inside the mouth of my short-sleeved, wacky 60s-inspired shirt. The wind was fierce, bending trees almost horizontal to the ground, and whipping my new haircut into my mouth. It was exhilarating and [...]
