Wow, 200 posts already. yay me! Onward to bigger, better things!
By the way, I've mentioned Freecycle a few times in previous posts - if you don't know about it, you gotta check it out. I belong to the Montreal, Laval and North Shore chapters, and they are all really active. OK, some people fail to get the point and will ask for, oh, a fully-loaded P4 laptop. Duh! But people are giving a lot of good things away, and it's a friendly, generous system. It's actually been an inspiration to keep giving, as I work my way throughout the house. Freecycle on, dudes!
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Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Saturday, November 1, 2008
life during NaNoWriMo
First off, I'm going to bid adieu to the Word Count listing I have in the right hand column. Its existence was to spur me on to write 50,000 words ASAP, which wound up taking me well over six months, culminating only one week short of the start of NaNoWriMo. So it has accomplished its mission, but you will no longer see any numbers in brackets at the end of my posts. That much has been accomplished.
So far, I'm off to a fairly strong start, although that is to be expected of myself. My problem will usually appear sometime mid-week of week 2, around the 20,000 mark, when it gets to be a real drag to write nearly 2,000 words on a weeknight - probably on Mondays, when Raw is on. I'll try to build up a solid lead so that I can maneuver around, say, impromptu freelance assignments, but I have a feeling things won't go as smoothly as they are right now. Yeah, I know, it's the first friggin' day and I should calm down. But trust me, I know there a wall out there, a wall of my own building, and I'm gonna hit it head on, most likely sooner than later.
After NaNo, I promise myself to read a good book, perhaps to wash away all the crap I've been producing over the last month (and judging by the first 5,000 words, it will be crap. Believe you me.) And maybe lay off the historical fiction for a good long while, and return to my usual bitching...um, I mean editorializing, of my little corner of the universe. On the other hand, I will be sure to blog out my Survivor Series predictions and reactions. Certain things are unavoidable.
So far, I'm off to a fairly strong start, although that is to be expected of myself. My problem will usually appear sometime mid-week of week 2, around the 20,000 mark, when it gets to be a real drag to write nearly 2,000 words on a weeknight - probably on Mondays, when Raw is on. I'll try to build up a solid lead so that I can maneuver around, say, impromptu freelance assignments, but I have a feeling things won't go as smoothly as they are right now. Yeah, I know, it's the first friggin' day and I should calm down. But trust me, I know there a wall out there, a wall of my own building, and I'm gonna hit it head on, most likely sooner than later.
After NaNo, I promise myself to read a good book, perhaps to wash away all the crap I've been producing over the last month (and judging by the first 5,000 words, it will be crap. Believe you me.) And maybe lay off the historical fiction for a good long while, and return to my usual bitching...um, I mean editorializing, of my little corner of the universe. On the other hand, I will be sure to blog out my Survivor Series predictions and reactions. Certain things are unavoidable.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Arrrrr...
It turns out I missed Talk Like a Pirate Day on September 19, just over a week ago.
That particular day was selected because it was one of the founders' ex-wife's birthday. That it was also my mom's birthday is sheer coincidence. Anyways, their website is worth a giggle or two, particularly their links page, which includes a pirate persona generator.
Lo and behold, based on my choices of features and activities, I am Black Melissa Rackham, who knows how to parallel park (um, anachronistic choice, don't ya think?), seduce her crew and swash buckles, all without the benefit of underwear beneath her costume. Who knew?
Sometimes, in fits or sheer boredom, I think it would be funny to troll the net and fill a complete year with odd celebration days like this. Then I get shy and lazy and forget about the whole idea.
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That particular day was selected because it was one of the founders' ex-wife's birthday. That it was also my mom's birthday is sheer coincidence. Anyways, their website is worth a giggle or two, particularly their links page, which includes a pirate persona generator.
Lo and behold, based on my choices of features and activities, I am Black Melissa Rackham, who knows how to parallel park (um, anachronistic choice, don't ya think?), seduce her crew and swash buckles, all without the benefit of underwear beneath her costume. Who knew?
Sometimes, in fits or sheer boredom, I think it would be funny to troll the net and fill a complete year with odd celebration days like this. Then I get shy and lazy and forget about the whole idea.
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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
adrift (bis)
OKm in my last post I stated that a mostly "miss" blog had yielded one interesting link. But crazy lazy me kept reading, and the further back I dug, the more stuff I uncovered. So I wish to publicly retract my "miss" and call attention to said blog, A cup of Jo. I'll admit, I didn't give it too much credit because I feared it would be too fashionista for my taste. Fortunately, I am mistaken; the author has a keen eye for design as a whole, and has sent me on quite a number of side adventures, including:
- The 100 most common English words quiz (I must sit to discuss this longer.)
- Stranger photos have happened (I must tell my colleagues on trois choses about this...)
- Ideas for sale
- For you (This is another that deserves further pondering.)
Now I know what I should be doing instead of being carried by web currents: SLEEPING! But like I posted as my Facebook status, Carpe noctem - seize the night.
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Monday, July 14, 2008
en français
On m’a demandé si je bloguais en français. J’ai du répondre non. C’est en partie parce que j’ai créé mes blogues comme moyens de pression sur moi-même pour me faire rédiger sur une base régulière, et que le travail que je remets est presqu’entièrement en anglais; la pratique que je m’impose m’est donc plus utile dans la langue de Shakespeare. Cependant, je dois avouer qu’il pourrait être intéressant de bloguer dans celle de Molière. C’est juste que je trouve difficile de trouver le bon ton, le juste milieu; je ne veux pas nécessairement écrire comme je parle, mais je ne veux pas sombrer dans le snobisme linguistique non plus. On dirait que les mots me manquent plus facilement; ou est-ce que c’est la crainte de me faire reprendre dans la langue que je sens moins bien maîtriser ? Pourtant, je sais que mon français est très bon, mais le fait demeure que je n’ai pas étudié en français depuis le secondaire (si loin déjà !) et que je suis certaine que bien des subtilités m’échappent encore.
J’en veux aussi à tous ceux qui m’ont nargué dans ma jeunesse de « retourner dans mon pays », alors que je suis née à l’hôpital Fleury, qui m’ont catégorisée de « petite anglaise » à la simple vue de mon nom alors que je n’avais pas encore prononcé un seul mot (sans accent d’ailleurs)…à tous ceux qui disent que c’est la faute aux anglais si le français se perd, mais qui se fâchent lorsqu’on souligne leurs erreurs de grammaire souvent si élémentaires…ce sont aussi ces petits gestes de rejet qui relèvent de la xénophobie qui me poussent à me retirer dans mon monde anglo. D’un autre côté, je devrais simplement revendiquer ma place, toute bilingue soit-elle. Je remercie donc mon ami (que j’encourage aussi à lancer son propre blogue!) de m’avoir fait réfléchir un peu sur le sujet et je lui promets de…(merde ! Comment dit-on « to post » ?) …d’écrire en français plus souvent dans mes blogues. Voilà.
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J’en veux aussi à tous ceux qui m’ont nargué dans ma jeunesse de « retourner dans mon pays », alors que je suis née à l’hôpital Fleury, qui m’ont catégorisée de « petite anglaise » à la simple vue de mon nom alors que je n’avais pas encore prononcé un seul mot (sans accent d’ailleurs)…à tous ceux qui disent que c’est la faute aux anglais si le français se perd, mais qui se fâchent lorsqu’on souligne leurs erreurs de grammaire souvent si élémentaires…ce sont aussi ces petits gestes de rejet qui relèvent de la xénophobie qui me poussent à me retirer dans mon monde anglo. D’un autre côté, je devrais simplement revendiquer ma place, toute bilingue soit-elle. Je remercie donc mon ami (que j’encourage aussi à lancer son propre blogue!) de m’avoir fait réfléchir un peu sur le sujet et je lui promets de…(merde ! Comment dit-on « to post » ?) …d’écrire en français plus souvent dans mes blogues. Voilà.
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Wednesday, July 9, 2008
forgive me blogosphere, for i have sinned
It has been two weeks since my last post. Ah, I could go on making excuses, about how summer is just so delicious, how my freelancing has really picked up in the last month, how I've got a story brewing to post on fanfiction.net, how Pat had surgery last Friday to repair two broken metacarpal bones...but that's all they'd be - excuses. So instead, let's move forward, with a little something I wrote last June 18, but that I never got around to posting.
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Yesterday, the sky was crowded over the street where I live, as this year’s hatch of mayflies took to the air in a desperate but dignified bid to cram as much breeding and flying and just plain living as possible into their oh-so-ephemeral existence. Their swarm cloud was thousands-strong, hovering and undulating among the cedars and pines. For a while, a robin perched on a power line in their midst, turning over an interesting tidbit in its beak. Before long, it presumably retreated to its nest for the night, leaving the sky to the mayflies. I sat on the stairs with my hoody pulled up, to avoid the occasional mayfly landing in my hair. They didn’t even pause to mate: one would keep flying upright, the other would line up underneath and curl up their abdomen. Unfortunately, I don’t know which is which, but the resulting union lost its grace in flight, often hurtling down, tumbling out of the sky; at best they looked like drunken bumblebees until the two parted ways. The supple limbs of my Japanese lilac also served as a crash pad for overenthusiastic couples too otherwise-occupied to remain aloft. It was a quiet spectacle that made the evening sky hum; already, the darkness creeping in signaled the end of the show, and I’m sure their death knoll was beginning to toll. I sat, the sole witness to their lives’ singular majesty.
This morning, a single mayfly alighted by my front door knob; by tonight, it will be over for another year.
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Yesterday, the sky was crowded over the street where I live, as this year’s hatch of mayflies took to the air in a desperate but dignified bid to cram as much breeding and flying and just plain living as possible into their oh-so-ephemeral existence. Their swarm cloud was thousands-strong, hovering and undulating among the cedars and pines. For a while, a robin perched on a power line in their midst, turning over an interesting tidbit in its beak. Before long, it presumably retreated to its nest for the night, leaving the sky to the mayflies. I sat on the stairs with my hoody pulled up, to avoid the occasional mayfly landing in my hair. They didn’t even pause to mate: one would keep flying upright, the other would line up underneath and curl up their abdomen. Unfortunately, I don’t know which is which, but the resulting union lost its grace in flight, often hurtling down, tumbling out of the sky; at best they looked like drunken bumblebees until the two parted ways. The supple limbs of my Japanese lilac also served as a crash pad for overenthusiastic couples too otherwise-occupied to remain aloft. It was a quiet spectacle that made the evening sky hum; already, the darkness creeping in signaled the end of the show, and I’m sure their death knoll was beginning to toll. I sat, the sole witness to their lives’ singular majesty.
This morning, a single mayfly alighted by my front door knob; by tonight, it will be over for another year.
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Wednesday, June 25, 2008
e.l.b.o.w.
That's shorthand for the club I'm thinking about starting up, "Educated ladies blogging on wrestling". I read a lot of stuff online, including about the WWE, but between incessant pop-ups and lame adolescent chatter, I find little to sink my teeth into.
However, I've come across Ms. Linda Robin's blog on ProWrestling.com. I don't always agree with her, but I certainly respect what she has to say. You can read her draft review here. So with that, I officially extend the invitation to become the second member of my elite club; hopefully, there are more of us out there...
One other thing I thought I'd mention: at no point during Raw did it dawn on me that J.R. didn't know what was going on. He's J.R., for Pete's sake! That's so unbelievably harsh; I thought the days of proverbially "screwing Bret" were over. As I watch the reactions again, Cole knew. He had to know. *sigh* I read that one all wrong. Darn - I still get suckered in sometimes.
But, I am happy to read J.R.'s second blog post, and I hope he realizes the influence he has on a show's success. All the best to both new teams, and to Tazz for having to continue dealing with Adamle.
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However, I've come across Ms. Linda Robin's blog on ProWrestling.com. I don't always agree with her, but I certainly respect what she has to say. You can read her draft review here. So with that, I officially extend the invitation to become the second member of my elite club; hopefully, there are more of us out there...
One other thing I thought I'd mention: at no point during Raw did it dawn on me that J.R. didn't know what was going on. He's J.R., for Pete's sake! That's so unbelievably harsh; I thought the days of proverbially "screwing Bret" were over. As I watch the reactions again, Cole knew. He had to know. *sigh* I read that one all wrong. Darn - I still get suckered in sometimes.
But, I am happy to read J.R.'s second blog post, and I hope he realizes the influence he has on a show's success. All the best to both new teams, and to Tazz for having to continue dealing with Adamle.
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Monday, June 23, 2008
one week of drought
It's an odd little title, given that last week saw more rain fall than in the previous month or so. But my blog ran dry on the first week following the end of classes. At a time when I thought I would have plenty of time to savour and devote to writing, instead I joined up with a new client and a massive freelance project, combined with a new contraceptive pill that made me discovered as-yet unexplored migraines on an unforeseen scale. So this week, there were no words other than those I was paid for. Oh well.
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Saturday, June 14, 2008
words, words, words
I stumbled upon this little blog called Trois choses. Its greatness stems from the simplicity of its concept: each Monday, it publishes three words. Participants have one week to provide three photographs representing the three concepts.
Coincidentally, I graduated this week, and I was thinking of buying myself a new digital camera as a celebration and a promise, since we all know a picture is worth a thousand words...
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Coincidentally, I graduated this week, and I was thinking of buying myself a new digital camera as a celebration and a promise, since we all know a picture is worth a thousand words...
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Monday, June 9, 2008
another online art gathering
Yep, just like me to find something all of two days after it has occurred. In this case, it's a blog of note, and it was added the day before the blessed event. In my defence, I spent the weekend domesticating a new type of migraine, so I was nowhere near a brightly-lit 22" monitor.
Still, the idea of Drawing Day appeals to me immensely, so I still salute the efforts of the participants and put myself a reminder for next year :-)
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Still, the idea of Drawing Day appeals to me immensely, so I still salute the efforts of the participants and put myself a reminder for next year :-)
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Saturday, May 24, 2008
"half a second away!"
That's the first thing that comes to mind when I think of Paul Heyman of (the original) ECW fame.
I stumbled onto his column for London's The Sun newspaper, and I've been watching his "Heyman Hustle" webisodes. His videos are all over the map, and a little too sloppy for my taste. Maybe I've just been spoiled by WWE over the years, as far as slick production goes. Once in a while, there'll be a good, solid bit, but it's too hit-or-miss so far for me. It is half a second away.
On the other hand, I find his written columns intelligent, articulated, and perfectly on-point. Perhaps the best example was his post on the Chris Benoit saga, in which he expresses the finality of the senselessness of it all, and how everyone has tried to come to terms with it, family, co-workers and fans alike. I myself have tried to wrap my mind around it, with no amount of success; the tribute shows are still on my DVD's hard drive, neither archived nor erased. I just can't watch them, but I don't want to gloss over the events and pretend they never happened.
I've wanted to write about it, too. But once my mind starts thinking that professional recognition should bear on professional achievements only, I start to think that three people were denied to right to have further professional achievements (or any, in the case of young Daniel), and that that cannot be honoured. All my thoughts string together with "Yes, but..."s. In that, Paul E. sums it up well: "I've no answers and I never will."
But I digress. Point is, Paul Heyman does a great job of analyzing the field of sports entertainment and MMA, particularly from a marketing standpoint, and he is quite enjoyable to read. Give him a try.
He has a particularly interesting viewpoint concerning the Joey Styles/Mike Adamle, um, debacle? Heck, it's the only thing that makes sense. Personally, I think they want to rebuild a "kickable" interviewer, like Coach was in the Rock's heyday. With Jonathan Coachman's rumoured departure for ESPN, they had the opportunity to juggle things around. I think the addition of Mick Foley was brilliant - he's not perfect yet, but give him time to settle in. Besides, he's already better than JBL ever was. Removing Joey Styles, to me, was a mistake for ECW, the weakest brand WWE has. But parachuting Adamle was a great way to turn him heel almost instantaneously - not that he's evil, just that his eagerness to impress and his incompetence are a perfect combination to get people to want him to get beat up. Check out this week's Dirt Sheet; I think that's the best clue to where WWE is trying to head with Adamle.
I just hope they haven't sacrificed a great voice (Styles, I hope you enjoy running the website), if not all of ECW, for the sake of a shortcut to building a minor character. Unless they name him GM of Raw, in which case I quit!
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I stumbled onto his column for London's The Sun newspaper, and I've been watching his "Heyman Hustle" webisodes. His videos are all over the map, and a little too sloppy for my taste. Maybe I've just been spoiled by WWE over the years, as far as slick production goes. Once in a while, there'll be a good, solid bit, but it's too hit-or-miss so far for me. It is half a second away.
On the other hand, I find his written columns intelligent, articulated, and perfectly on-point. Perhaps the best example was his post on the Chris Benoit saga, in which he expresses the finality of the senselessness of it all, and how everyone has tried to come to terms with it, family, co-workers and fans alike. I myself have tried to wrap my mind around it, with no amount of success; the tribute shows are still on my DVD's hard drive, neither archived nor erased. I just can't watch them, but I don't want to gloss over the events and pretend they never happened.
I've wanted to write about it, too. But once my mind starts thinking that professional recognition should bear on professional achievements only, I start to think that three people were denied to right to have further professional achievements (or any, in the case of young Daniel), and that that cannot be honoured. All my thoughts string together with "Yes, but..."s. In that, Paul E. sums it up well: "I've no answers and I never will."
But I digress. Point is, Paul Heyman does a great job of analyzing the field of sports entertainment and MMA, particularly from a marketing standpoint, and he is quite enjoyable to read. Give him a try.
He has a particularly interesting viewpoint concerning the Joey Styles/Mike Adamle, um, debacle? Heck, it's the only thing that makes sense. Personally, I think they want to rebuild a "kickable" interviewer, like Coach was in the Rock's heyday. With Jonathan Coachman's rumoured departure for ESPN, they had the opportunity to juggle things around. I think the addition of Mick Foley was brilliant - he's not perfect yet, but give him time to settle in. Besides, he's already better than JBL ever was. Removing Joey Styles, to me, was a mistake for ECW, the weakest brand WWE has. But parachuting Adamle was a great way to turn him heel almost instantaneously - not that he's evil, just that his eagerness to impress and his incompetence are a perfect combination to get people to want him to get beat up. Check out this week's Dirt Sheet; I think that's the best clue to where WWE is trying to head with Adamle.
I just hope they haven't sacrificed a great voice (Styles, I hope you enjoy running the website), if not all of ECW, for the sake of a shortcut to building a minor character. Unless they name him GM of Raw, in which case I quit!
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Thursday, May 15, 2008
forgive me blogosphere, for i have sinned
It has been four days since my last post. Ongoing frustrations at work at school have stunted my inspiration; however, that is not an excuse for failing myself. At the urging of friends, and to honour the commitment I made to myself when I began this writing journey, I resolve to post with renewed vigour and consistency.
Today: New lenses for a new outlook.
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Today: New lenses for a new outlook.
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Tuesday, May 6, 2008
grrrrrrrrrrr
There I was, all psyched up to come home from school and write up a great post. Then I had words with the teacher and I'm still seething. Seeing as one of the reasons I'm so pissed is that I fell into the trap of arguing with her when I had sworn to myself I would remain quiet, it has completely taken the speech (or writing) out of me.
So, for today: Shut up. Repeat eleven more times.
So, for today: Shut up. Repeat eleven more times.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
my feather header
I got to talking with Pat about the header of my blog earlier today. I had been slightly annoyed that the first time I had showed it to him, he had been fairly dismissive about it. But it turns out he went back to it and thought it was pretty cool.
So I showed him the original I had drawn, then scanned and Photoshopped into the result you see above. He was actually quite enthusiastic about my drawing, not even really believing I had drawn it. So, let the record show here, the original scanned version of my feather:
It was only once I uploaded it that I realized a black feather on a white background on a black blog background was just, well, iffy; it didn't flow with the rest. So that's when I further investigated the funkier aspects of Photoshop filters to come up with the more or less final version you see above.
I'm not saying it's a final final; I may have more ideas down the line.
I've looked at a lot of templates and backgrounds, only to always come back to the concept that I want my blog to be totally unique; this is not the greatest art out there, by any stretch of the imagination, but it is mine.
BTW, every time I open Photoshop CS2 (at home) or CS3 (at work), there's always a list of credits on the opening screen, which alternate from one time to the next. I can't help but smile every time I find the name of MeMe Rasmussen pop up; I can't help it, it's a great name! I'm not even sure if it's mister or missus! So, wherever you are, MeMe, hats off to you for making my day...
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So I showed him the original I had drawn, then scanned and Photoshopped into the result you see above. He was actually quite enthusiastic about my drawing, not even really believing I had drawn it. So, let the record show here, the original scanned version of my feather:
It was just a rapid sketch, really, just black Sharpie on the bottom of an already used page in a full sketchbook. I wasn't entirely thrilled with it, especially the text, so I figured I'd clean it up with Photoshop a little. Now, those skills being what they are, I fiddled around with the filters until I found something I thought was pretty neat, the "angled strokes" version:
It was only once I uploaded it that I realized a black feather on a white background on a black blog background was just, well, iffy; it didn't flow with the rest. So that's when I further investigated the funkier aspects of Photoshop filters to come up with the more or less final version you see above.
I'm not saying it's a final final; I may have more ideas down the line.
I've looked at a lot of templates and backgrounds, only to always come back to the concept that I want my blog to be totally unique; this is not the greatest art out there, by any stretch of the imagination, but it is mine.
BTW, every time I open Photoshop CS2 (at home) or CS3 (at work), there's always a list of credits on the opening screen, which alternate from one time to the next. I can't help but smile every time I find the name of MeMe Rasmussen pop up; I can't help it, it's a great name! I'm not even sure if it's mister or missus! So, wherever you are, MeMe, hats off to you for making my day...
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Sunday, April 27, 2008
and voilà
It's not perfect, but it is a start; I've freehanded and Photoshopped a little sumthin' for the blog header. Hope you like it; I'm actually rather fond of it.
In other news, I have now failed for the fourth time to download Hardy Heron. Dammit. Try again overnight. Wish me luck.
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In other news, I have now failed for the fourth time to download Hardy Heron. Dammit. Try again overnight. Wish me luck.
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Saturday, April 26, 2008
evil translations
It's a good thing I only have a mildly addictive personality. I've started up a second blog, with a single topic: bad translations. You can read it at Evil Translations.
As a translator, and even as a mere consumer, I come across some really nasty pieces of language, whether in French or in English (my knowledge of Spanish is such that I wouldn't dare presume a text good or bad.) So here, I will expose them to the world (anonymously - all identifying characteristics will be replaced by XXX or some such.)
I've also used a different template and color scheme; as I discover the blogger universe, I realize this one is way over used by the emo/goth/depressed teenager variety. One day, I commit to fully customizing both of them, but for now, my spare time goes into writing, although these days I seem to be missing visual arts - drawing and painting, mostly. But a lot of my supplies have dried up, and I've always found it frustrating that I was unable to reproduce on canvas or paper what I saw in my mind's eye.
In six: Springtime - dogs outside, thoughts of gardening.
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As a translator, and even as a mere consumer, I come across some really nasty pieces of language, whether in French or in English (my knowledge of Spanish is such that I wouldn't dare presume a text good or bad.) So here, I will expose them to the world (anonymously - all identifying characteristics will be replaced by XXX or some such.)
I've also used a different template and color scheme; as I discover the blogger universe, I realize this one is way over used by the emo/goth/depressed teenager variety. One day, I commit to fully customizing both of them, but for now, my spare time goes into writing, although these days I seem to be missing visual arts - drawing and painting, mostly. But a lot of my supplies have dried up, and I've always found it frustrating that I was unable to reproduce on canvas or paper what I saw in my mind's eye.
In six: Springtime - dogs outside, thoughts of gardening.
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Sunday, April 20, 2008
national poetry month
Yep, it would appear that April is National Poetry Month, so in honour thereof, a link to another blog I accidentally stumbled upon but enjoy very much: Poem of the Week.
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Friday, April 18, 2008
the oddest side-effect of migraines yet
I realized something very strange this morning. I’ve been complaining for the past week or so that the well of words seems to have dried up, that I need to prod myself along to string sentences together, and that even then, the results are uninspiring at best.
Yesterday, I had a migraine. One of those star-seeing, pull-the-drapes-shut-and-go-back-to-bed types. When five foot seven seems so far off the ground, the beeps of the touchtone phone hurt and keeping your eyes open is an event worthy of Olympic status.
By last night, the fog had lifted, and I realized the words were back. I’ve written three different posts both yesterday and today, and I have plenty more to say, on a variety of topics. I’m not entirely sure what to make of it. Is it a preemptive measure, i.e. shutting down all non-essential functionalities? Or an indicator, like atmospheric pressure dropping before a storm? Whatever it may be, it will definitely be worth keeping an eye open in months ahead (since I get migraines on a fairly regular basis) to see whether there is any kind of discernible pattern.
Wednesday in six: Road trip - living like a rockstar.
Thursday: Migraine: when my brain goes awry.
Friday: Made a true friend at lunchtime.
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Yesterday, I had a migraine. One of those star-seeing, pull-the-drapes-shut-and-go-back-to-bed types. When five foot seven seems so far off the ground, the beeps of the touchtone phone hurt and keeping your eyes open is an event worthy of Olympic status.
By last night, the fog had lifted, and I realized the words were back. I’ve written three different posts both yesterday and today, and I have plenty more to say, on a variety of topics. I’m not entirely sure what to make of it. Is it a preemptive measure, i.e. shutting down all non-essential functionalities? Or an indicator, like atmospheric pressure dropping before a storm? Whatever it may be, it will definitely be worth keeping an eye open in months ahead (since I get migraines on a fairly regular basis) to see whether there is any kind of discernible pattern.
Wednesday in six: Road trip - living like a rockstar.
Thursday: Migraine: when my brain goes awry.
Friday: Made a true friend at lunchtime.
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Thursday, April 17, 2008
blessed be the "next blog" button
...once again, the unmapped road led me to a discovery. Inspired by NaNoWriMo, a group started a "Sketchbook Month", in which they must fill a 100-page sketchbook within the now-traditional 30-day time limit. Although, come to think of it, they're doing it in May, so they get 31 days, the lucky dogs.
It seems to be picking up steam nicely, and it's already attracted a bunch of really talented people. It's a marvelous springboard blog, so go ahead, dive in!
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It seems to be picking up steam nicely, and it's already attracted a bunch of really talented people. It's a marvelous springboard blog, so go ahead, dive in!
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Thursday, April 10, 2008
the "next blog" button brought me...
...here.
I share a lot of this guy's humor, and I had to laugh when I saw his post from April 2, titled "The Village People Visit the Museum." I raise my glass to whoever came up with that one!
I love seeing how people use blogs - some to show off pictures of their kids to parents at a distance, some to sell who knows what, and some, like me, who just want to talk about all kinds of crap. It's a wonderful way to waste some time.
Another I stumbled upon and marveled at the amount of work that went into it is The Ayatollah's Teachings. This one I reached via the "pugs" label. And from there, I discovered the Obey the Purebreed! website. More to come.
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I share a lot of this guy's humor, and I had to laugh when I saw his post from April 2, titled "The Village People Visit the Museum." I raise my glass to whoever came up with that one!
I love seeing how people use blogs - some to show off pictures of their kids to parents at a distance, some to sell who knows what, and some, like me, who just want to talk about all kinds of crap. It's a wonderful way to waste some time.
Another I stumbled upon and marveled at the amount of work that went into it is The Ayatollah's Teachings. This one I reached via the "pugs" label. And from there, I discovered the Obey the Purebreed! website. More to come.
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