A Necklace of Memorable Days
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"Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self. To be damned is for one's ordinary everyday mode of consciousness to be unremitting agonising preoccupation with self."
Iris Murdoch, The Nice and The Good
What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.
" She strung the afternoon on the necklace of memorable days, which was not too long for her to be able to recall this one or that one; this view, that city; to finger it, to feel it, to savour, sighing, the quality that made it unique."
Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being
"Why did I write any of my books, after all? For the sake of the pleasure, for the sake of the difficulty. I have no social purpose, no moral message; I've no general ideas to exploit, I just like composing riddles with elegant solutions."
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Look what I found in my mail this morning, all the way from England! Thank
you so much, Paintist!!! My son will be very happy that someone knows how
Hammett got his name!
Ruth Ungar and her mother Lyn Hardy at the Champlain Valley Folk Festival
in Vermont- They're singing in a workshop entitled "Songs I Learned at My
Mother's Knee and Other Low Joints".
The giant Coke man is on a secondary highway, about halfway between Montreal
and the US border. I've driven by him for decades without stopping, but this
weekend I stopped to take a few photos.
Downtown Montreal has grown up around the former site of the Guaranteed Pure
Dairy, and the giant milk bottle is all that remains. The bottom photo is a
close up of the wall in the photo above it. The graffiti is a quotation from
Juvenal, "Who Watches the Watchmen?"
According to the OED, Juvenal: (Latin name Decimus Junius Juvenalis)
(c.60-c.140), Roman Satirist. His sixteen verse satires present a savage
attack on the vice and folly of Roman society, chiefly in the reign of the
emperor Domitian. They deal variously with the hardships of poverty, the
profligacy of the rich, and the futility of ambition.
The City of Montreal has increased the cost of metered parking downtown and
extended the hours during which one has to pay. But there's one obvious
solution! None of these parking spots had a car in it this morning, but they
all had a bike locked onto the parking meter.
Montreal's Mount Royal Park was designed by Frederick Law Olmsted, the same
man who designed New York City's Central Park. In the top photo, the people
are looking out over the east end of the city. The bottom two show downtown
...and these photos were taken through the windows on the top story of the
The Branches and Roots Music Festival was held on the Exhibition Grounds in
Ormstown, Quebec. These photos were taken in the horse barn and riding ring
there, which was empty, quiet and cool.