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Tuesday, January 3rd, 2012
1:03 am
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A few random scribblings from October when I tried to write a paragrah a day (not connected and umm... if you notice the dates, a very short lived project! :P)


[1]Thursday, October 6, 2011 shhhh
She wasn't sure exactly when she started whispering but now she wasn't sure if she could stop. She really was fascinated by how intently people began to listen when she lowered her voice to near hush. When she asked softly for her grande mocha latte, the barrista would lean part way across the counter and focus carefully on her lips singling her alone out from the hustle and bustle of the morning crowd lined up behind her. She loved the attention. When she arrived at work and told Samuel, the security guard a breathy "Good Morning," he would take a step closer, look her directly in the eyes and smile back a cheery greeting.

Even on the telephone, she had begun to speak clearly, carefully but quietly. She had the idea that her clients might be pushing buttons on their own phones trying to hear better. She felt powerful and in control.

She remembered her mother often saying "Less is more," and it seemed she had discovered that as far as volume was concerned, her mother was absolutely correct.

[2]Friday, October 7, 2011 her left hand
for one entire day she used only her left hand. she consciously had to disable her right hand, frequently reaching absentmindedly for something then tucking it behind herself and restarting the motion with her left. it really took a lot of effort. by mid-day she hoped she'd be more used to it, but the right-hand-dominance seemed inexerable. by evening she was frustrated. unbuttoning her blouse before bed was like torture. reaching for her bedside light awkward. a single tear slipped silently down her cheek. and she brushed it away, without thinking, using the back side of her left hand. oh sweet success.

[3]Saturday, October 15, 2011 the truth about her
she often cheated. she often lied. she didn't feel guilty. she did it without thinking. she did it seamlessly and without a second glance. she almost never thought about it. she almost never cared.

[4]Sunday, October 16, 2011 the perfect poem
sometimes, just before falling asleep, the perfect poem would float gently into the edges of her near dream consciousness. she could trace the edges and taste it on her tongue, but she could not exactly grasp it. she could not convince her wakeful self to open eyes, open light, grope for pen and write. and so she never did write that. she never did.

[5]Monday, October 17, 2011 his eyes
he was present. she recognized him, he knew her, she could tell. she spoke and he blinked. once yes. she touched his hand gently. kissed his cheek. murmered a few cheerful things in contrast to her fake smile - painted on. her eyes telling only the truth. then a misunderstanding and his eyes bulged in alarm. she tensed. she knew this was goodbye. She wasn't going to come again. it wasn't a positive experience for either of them. she took a deep breath and walked away. she didn't look back.

[6]Tuesday, October 18, 2011 toots
It was like a raucaus gaggle of Canadian geese, the cacacophony of their honking as they fly south, endless noise doppling across the evening sky... only without the crisp clear autumn air, no scent of dry leaves, wood smoke or rich earth after rainfall.

[7]Wednesday, October 19, 2011 the aftermath
For years she had futuristic post-apocalyptic dreams of leading a group of survivors to scavenge and scrape an existance out of the remains. It unsettled her enough that she began taking classes in her spare time. Gardening for Urban Life. Making Cheese. Darning and Hemming for Dummies. And eventually, even weekend classes at the rifle range. She didn't know if and when it would happen, but she decided it couldn't hurt to be prepared.
12:52 am
write more...
New Year's Resolution: Don't make resolutions! :)

But seriously, I want to start writing more ... I haven't been ... not just here on LJ, but in my own journal, letters, post cards, just the kind of writing I have always done -- it's petered out. I hope to write more this year than last :)

(and hopefully not always at one in the morning when I really should be asleep!)
Thursday, February 19th, 2009
10:45 am
Reading http://www.cbc.ca/canada/new-brunswick/story/2009/02/18/nb-homework-project.html and just not sure what the teacher was thinking!
Saturday, November 15th, 2008
10:55 pm
Somehow I don't think I ever posted this one here --

Seagulls & Sunsets
Summer (1997)

By the waters edge we called to them
Offering all we could give
Loving each one equally
Yet sometimes,
Favouring the brave.

We watched the water kiss the rocks
Wind breathing warmth against our skin
Naked under a red hot sky
Waves lapping just outside our reach

Saturn's rings ... Read morealive in your eyes
Worried look upon your brow
If you could walk on water,
Would you carry me with you
To the distant shore?

I breath.
We touch.
I am.
In the dark of night we laid as one
Offering all we could give
Loving each other equally
Yet sometimes,
Favouring the brave.
Wednesday, November 5th, 2008
1:04 am
a thought...

Is it possible the the TV Series "24" created a comfort in America with having an African American president .. and watching it over the past 7 years eroded the stigma a bit?
Friday, October 31st, 2008
5:03 am
Fiona's Birthday Poem

she speeds halfway across the world
to
     slow
           down
to take inventory
to rethink, to reclaim. to rejoice
vivid colours, rich fragrance, warm sunshine, warmer smiles
only happen for fractions of days also filled with
confusion, loneliness, fatigue, frustration
everything layered
           heaped
           a disarray
but nothing we would trade (on most days)
knowing in our very cores that we are young enough,
                                       bold enough,
                                       strong enough,
to survive and celebrate in alternating breaths
to feel the pulse of a continent between our hearts beats
to etch the experience within our cores
and then speed on home again
Wednesday, July 30th, 2008
1:10 am
This poem is a cut up / mash up of some snippets from myself and three colleagues stream of consciousness writing. I like how it turned out. We all started with the phrase: "Whirling dervish on a spider web" and wrote for five minutes, then took three or four of the snippets that most resonated with us from our own pieces... wrote them on strips of paper which we then re-arranged into this poem:

I am in control but also not in control
concentric repetitive circles  tah-te   tah-te
secure & stable & centered -- moving in rhythm
strawberry-jam-pot music
laughing as the skip skip skip thwap of the rope
safety net that protects me from danger
one thin vulnerable thread
its purpose, its relationship with divine...
we are responsible for our own liberation and state of peace
How does a whirling dervish fit in a spiderweb?
Friday, July 4th, 2008
2:15 am
You can see what I am up to these days at http://cwy.kenvo.googlepages.com
Monday, May 12th, 2008
2:17 pm
Oh, by the way, have I mentioned that as of June 1st I am moving to Duncan, BC?

Anyhow, LJ folks on the West Coast -- let me know if we can be real life friends!

Cheers!
Wednesday, May 7th, 2008
9:59 am
I just discovered: http://www.time.com/time/2005/100books/the_complete_list.html

I have already read:

Animal Farm (George Orwell)Are You There God?
It's Me, Margaret (Judy Blume)
Beloved (Toni Morrison)
The Big Sleep (Raymond Chandler)
The Blind Assassin (Margaret Atwood)
Catch-22 (Joseph Heller)
The Catcher in the Rye (J.D. Salinger)
A Clockwork Orange (Anthony Burgess)
The Crying of Lot 49 (Thomas Pynchon)
The Grapes of Wrath (John Steinbeck)
Gravity's Rainbow (Thomas Pynchon)
The Great Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
Invisible Man (Ralph Ellison)
Light in August (William Faulkner)
The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe (C.S. Lewis)
Lord of the Flies (William Golding)
The Lord of the Rings (J.R.R. Tolkien)
Midnight's Children (Salman Rushdie)
Mrs. Dalloway (Virginia Woolf)
Naked Lunch (William Burroughs)
Neuromancer (William Gibson)
Never Let Me Go (Kazuo Ishiguro)
1984 (George Orwell)
On the Road (Jack Kerouac)
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (Ken Kesey)
A Passage to India (E.M. Forster)
Rabbit, Run (John Updike)
Slaughterhouse-Five (Kurt Vonnegut)
Snow Crash (Neal Stephenson)
The Sun Also Rises (Ernest Hemingway)
Their Eyes Were Watching God (Zora Neale Hurston)
Things Fall Apart (Chinua Achebe)
To Kill a Mockingbird (Harper Lee)
To the Lighthouse (Virginia Woolf)
White Noise (Don DeLillo)
White Teeth (Zadie Smith)
Wide Sargasso Sea (Jean Rhys)

So I have only 60 or so more to go -- but what strikes me as interesting is that for a number of the books mentioned I prefer another by that same author, and also there are quite a surprising number of double dippers (when I figure there must be AT LEAST 100 separate authors over the time frame worth exploring). As well, a number of my favourite books of all time are missing... I read their bit about how they came up with the list and its truly really books of their own choosing/liking and I guess being two older men in New York they're not likely to see things my way :) I wonder if I can find a similar list compiled by a South African newspaper, or one from China or India. Hrmm.
9:29 am
eating raspberries on the Metro
before the Spring thaw
every eye watches greedily as
lips & fingertips
redden with the sheer pleasure of
late Summer's fruit
whose fragile and swift journey (from Chile)
mirrors my own
home to you
Monday, January 28th, 2008
12:39 pm
Contact Info until 28 Feb 2008
Anne-marie Henry
c/o Priyanka Bhagat, Project Supervisor
SPYM Centre, 111/9,
Opp. Sector B-4, Vasant Kunj,
New Delhi-110070
India

Mobile: +91 98 96 402 178
Tuesday, August 7th, 2007
11:05 pm
Article suggest Canada is selling out (in secret) -- Anyone read this?
Canadians Completely Unaware of Looming North American Union Bush and Calderon to Visit Canada --  by Kevin Parkinson

In just over a month's time, on August 20, the most powerful president in the world will be arriving in Montebello, Quebec for a  two-day conference. President George W. Bush will be meeting with Stephen Harper and their Mexican counterpart, Felipe Calderon. So far, the silence from the Canadian and American media has been deafening.

Talk to 90% of people on the street and they won't know about this upcoming conference, and if by a slim chance they do, they won't know the purpose of the meeting or why the leaders of Canada, United States and Mexico are meeting in the dog days of summer under what amounts to a veil of secrecy.

So, what's this upcoming conference all about, and why are the newspapers, radio and television keeping silent about it?

The purpose of the upcoming conference is to ratify the Security and Prosperity Partnership of North America, which was initiated  by Bush, Martin and Fox in 2005 in Waco, Texas. Essentially, this so-called 'partnership' will result in what the politicians refer to as 'continental integration'-newspeak for a North American Union- and basically a harmonization of 100's of regulations, policies and laws.

In layman's terms, it means that once this 'partnership' has been ratified which is a fait accompli; we will be following in the footsteps of the European Union. It will mean that Canada will become part of the North American Union by 2010, and that our resources, agricultural, health and environment issues, to name a few, will be controlled not by Canada, but by the government of the North American Union.

A huge 'NAFTA' highway, one quarter of a mile wide, is already being built in Texas, where private land is being expropriated, and will eventually reach the Manitoba border.

Water will be the 'issue' of this century, as more than 25 states in the U.S. are currently in desperate need. Where do you think they will get the water they need?

The United States is already guaranteed 60% of our natural gas resources from NAFTA, which mean that even during emergencies when we need energy, we will have to import it, while we are forced to export gas to  the U.S. This is just one example of how Canada is being shortchanged, and it's only going to get worse.

Why has there been absolutely NO public consultation on the biggest issue (North American Union) facing Canadians since Confederation?

Why isn't Guy Lauzon, our local MP for Stormont, Dundas and South Glengarry, holding town hall meetings, bringing in cabinet ministers and explaining how the emerging North American Union will affect our Canadian way of life? Ask the citizens of Canada for their feedback. Isn't that how democracy is supposed to work?

Folks, I suggest that Mr. Lauzon isn't even aware of the SPP or the North American Union, which explains why the Conservative government has denied all Canadians information to which they are  entitled. If he does have something to say about it, then let him raise the issue in our riding.

Furthermore, the example of the North American Union illustrates that our government claims to be democratic, but in fact, does  it act like one, or does it prefer to make the big decisions at committee level behind closed doors, while masking its real intentions?

The ratification of the SPP, and the emergence of the North American Union have been organized entirely by government committees and private enterprise. I refer readers to my website at  http:\\www.realitycheck.typepad.com for further information on the North American Union.

If our citizenry allows the North American Union to come into existence, then our way of life will change drastically, for the years to come. With privatization of our resources, increased foreign ownership, and a Canadian government with less and less authority, our children and grandchildren will be come 'North Americans' and our quality of life will drastically decline.

The founding fathers of Canada must be rolling over in their graves.
Friday, May 25th, 2007
10:38 am
I moo'd, did you?

check out: http://www.moo.com/ for your free 10 pack of cards (just friend'em first and they're free!)
9:30 am
Yesterday, for me, was one of those days where I woke up smiling and everything that happened all day long contributed to keeping that smile there -- or broadening it. My face literally hurt by the time I got to sleep.

Got caught up via phone with a far away friend and it was super excited to be reminded that we will be together on my birthday. Called another friend who I'd fallen out of touch with recently but who is frequently on my mind -- so nice to reconnect: like discovering one more portion of your favourite meal deep in the freezer and taking it out to thaw. And had a day-long Facebook chat session with another someone who I haven't see in real life in years. Silly/sexy/fun backandforth that made me grin like there's no tomorrow.

My mom headed out for the evening giving me some much appreciated alone time which I consumed while watching ridiculous television -- "So You Think You Can Dance" contestant search as hilarious as you'd expect. One guy actually said: "I shouldn't have been dancing faster than my heart!"

A bit disappointed in this new competition show "On The Lot." I want to be able to see the whole range of submitted films and the web site doesn't even have a full list of the contestants even though they've already had 2 elimination rounds. The concept is fun, but the way its framed leaves me feeling underwhelmed. The one team that used special effects on their 2.5 min film was pretty cool. But it looked like one of the top contenders films wasn't even shown to us except a little snip. And what is with this sleep deprivation thing? So far they have been on the go for more than 2 days straight and they're throwing them into yet another task? I am sure Hollywood realities are intense, but are we really seeing people's best work if they're barely able to remain standing? I suppose when they narrow it down to the few that callers get to vote for then we'll be able to see everyone's efforts. After spending so many weeks living without TV, I am fully re-addicted to crapola and not at all ashamed.
Thursday, May 24th, 2007
2:14 pm
I like to save things here that I feel might get lost otherwise. This year on Mother's Day my sister gave me a letter. I am not a mother, and I am not sure I ever will be, but she decided to honour me anyway with the following:

"A-m

I bet its kind of weird to get something from me for you on Mother's Day. The thing is... I don't think so! You may not quite have gone through the excruciating initiation rites... but I know you've had your fair share of moments in relation... and the way I see it; you are the best kind of mother, the kind we need more of in this world -- you are a mother of the planet... you have friends and family and children speckled across every continent and race and class... you are caregiver and mentor and adviser and nurturer and indeed surrogate mother to many... to lots! And I think this day is much more than merely acknowledging those who have given birth to the body of a child, it is also to the acknowledgment of those like you who have made possible the birth of the soul of many children and adults alike.

I know you traverse on many levels and that you leave a wake behind the path you take. Whether it be through the youth at Katimavik, the nations of Canada World Youth, the friends and mentors at Queen's, the community surrounding Circle Sun Farm... or anywhere else you've been, you TOUCH lives and you are always more than just a random face in the crowd.

I remember you telling me a story about the re-connection you made on Facebook with someone you had brief contact with at school, who now has some bit of fame to his name and you were unsure if he would even remember you, but he did... and of course he did! You are _a_ somebody, no just somebody. Your light and love shine from deep down and people are drawn to it.

I know I sometimes resent that you are so busy being mother to the world around you, and not here to be aunt to my daughter (and big sis to me [tears in eyes at this point]) I just want you to know I notice what you are doing and I care about it all. I love you and I love what you do. And Kyla loves you, too, and she wouldn't be able to if you weren't around enough (so that means you must be already).

I once wrote the poem:

She's better,
She's older,
She's perfect.

How do I follow in her footsteps
When my strides aren't quite so big?


The truth is, I'm more than proud to walk beside you and share stories of the paths we both take in our own lives.

Thanks you for always being there to catch me when I stumble.
Your little sis,
Cass."
Thursday, April 19th, 2007
7:14 pm
Seems like Facebook has me addicted. I keep popping in there all the time.

What I wish I had was one "wall space" where I could access updates from LJ, Myspace, Facebook, WAYN etc etc all at once. Just a sort of catalogue of updates to scroll through all at once .. that would thrill me. Like a Trillian only for blog-esque sites.
Friday, March 23rd, 2007
11:49 pm
I've seen 152 out of 239 films
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Sunday, March 4th, 2007
10:51 am
Fundraising for Lokusero School Update: We're at $930 and counting. Thanks guys!!! Almost half way there!
Monday, February 26th, 2007
10:24 am
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