Find Yourelf To Be
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Here be dragons.
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Most people write journals with paper and pens. How lazy of them!
Though I intend to remain lazy and just type it all in here. Still, I can admire someone else who works harder.
I’m becoming addicted to the new Doctor Who. Season one is getting a second (though late night) run on CBC.
I used to watch it, I remember Tom Baker and Peter Davison and some of the companions like Tegan. I like the new actor but there is yet another new actor for season two of the new Doctor Who.… Read the rest
Another day, another… something or other.
Did you find a penny and pick it up today? People ignore pennies on the ground. I still pick them up sometimes. If it’s a quarter I will, you can use those for doing laundry. I get Zack to pick up change on the ground sometimes cause kids still like that free money and the chance of good luck.… Read the rest
As if writing itself wasn’t easy enough, there is all that pressure to gain fame and fortune. No problem, right? Not quite. We give ourselves high expectations and almost set ourselves up for disappointment. Instead, work backwards. Look at where you want to be, how high you want to climb. See yourself there, the writer you have become after so much hard work, brilliant thinking and skill with words, there you are!… Read the rest
As if writing itself wasn’t easy enough, there is all that pressure to gain fame and fortune. No problem, right? Not quite. We give ourselves high expectations and almost set ourselves up for disappointment. Instead, work backwards. Look at where you want to be, how high you want to climb. See yourself there, the writer you have become after so much hard work, brilliant thinking and skill with words, there you are!… Read the rest
Titles get kind of bland after awhile. Too bad they can’t be more like soap operas, recycled dramatic endings.
Today I am going out to do laundry, again. Why can’t it just stay done? Also, I wouldn’t mind doing the laundry if I could at least come home, stick it in the machine and have it all politely folded and put away in neat and tidy piles.… Read the rest
I miss my computer. It’s upstairs, ripped out from it’s umbiblical connection to the electric power of the great wall of… whatever great wall we have here in Canada, near me.
I keep thinking of things I would do if I was on my own computer. But, I’m not.
I’ve begun to have dreams about my computer.… Read the rest
It’s the last game of the Stanley Cup. Why did Carolina show up? Didn’t they get the memo? Edmonton is taking the Cup home.
I’m drinking cinnamon coffee and my Mom and Zack are having nuked popcorn. We’re watching the game. They even moved Canadian Idol to the next day just so people could watch the game tonight and not miss out on the Idols.… Read the rest