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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The Montreal police officers who have been without a contract since 2007 have taken to wearing blue jeans and these red baseball caps on the job.
There's a news story here:
at the corner of Saint Maurice and University, in the underpass under the CN tracks...
On my way to work today, I noticed that the statue of Louis Cyr had been removed from its pedestal, so I stopped to investigate. Some cleaning and restoration work was being done; by afternoon, he had been returned to his perch.
My very first posts to Moblog were photos of this statue:
The houses on these two streets are slated for demolition because of the planned reconstruction of the Turcot interchange. The backs of the houses on Desnoyer can be seen in the recent photographs of the demolition of Saint Elizabeth's church.
The top picture here shows the corner of Cazelet and Saint-Remi; the second picture looks down Cazelet from Saint-Remi. The third picture shows the expressway behind the houses of the north side of Cazelet. #4 is the corner of Cazelet and Desnoyer looking north. #5 shows the El Pro building at the south end of Desnoyer. #6 shows the end of Desnoyer giving onto the footpath that runs along the traintracks;#7 looks back up Desnoyer from the foot path. #8 looks along the traintracks to the west and the Turcot interchange. #9 looks east towards the level crossing on de Courcelles.
Another architectural detail that I've always liked- the door marker at 271 Queen Street with its painted fish
22nd Jul 2008, 15:01
on the doorway of an apartment building on Viger near Saint Alexandre