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blog practicality

Posted on June 10, 2006. Filed under: Uncategorized |

I’m still relatively new to this whole blogging thing. I did attempt to start a blog about 3 years ago, but completely abandoned it. I don’t even know what it was called or which provider it was through. I just didn’t get it, nor did I see how people had time to spend updating it so often.

Then I was trying to figure out why it has stuck so far this time — nearly for six months now. I do seem to have a bit more time these days, and I find it easier to just click on other friends blogs instead of receiving or sending a mass email (or individual ones). It’s easier to stay in touch this way.

But, the prime reason I realized that this blog is useful these days is that my memory isn’t as sharp as it once once. I feel like, as in Harry Potter, it is like a Pensieve. I can just take my magic wand, point it to my temple and extract memories to put up on line. Then I’m no longer responsible for remembering them. I mean, they’re still there and I do have memories, but this way they are concrete. I suppose the same principle applies to journals, but I don’t go back to the journals I kept as a kid and read them (I just remembered my grandfather giving me a notebook and explaining to me the importance of keeping a journal when I was about 6. I turned the book into a record of all of the books I read, which is a kind of journal, I suppose). The interactivity is what I enjoy with a blog, I just worry about the technology and am certain that, while a hard copy of a journal can exist for an eternity, I doubt very much that wordpress will, or any of the other blogging technologies, so I then wonder if this is just a temporary fit. If, one day I’ll come to my blog and it will no longer exist. The Pensieve will be lost.

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i swear to god, i’m really not an idiot

Posted on June 10, 2006. Filed under: Books |

Yesterday kicked off Book Expo, which is my favourite time of year — it’s like my Christmas. Anyway, we were in the panel sessions all day yesterday — which were all right and well organized, but nothing overly exciting came of them. I did run into Craig and John, who were my profs at SFU. John and I have an annual date every Book Expo for dinner or lunch and it’s actually for tonight, but we typically end up hanging out for the entire weekend, which is a lot of fun. Yesterday, after the sessions, there was a “networking session” at which I couldn’t drink anything because there wasn’t any gin (damn candida — though I’ve felt really great the last few days, so I probably shouldn’t tamper with that anyway). Anyway, the McClelland & Stewart 100 year anniversary party was last night, so we went and grabbed dinner and headed over. Here’s where the first stupid thing of the night occurs.

I was trying to find parking and wasn’t paying attention AT ALL. I then realize there’s a girl crossing the street, but I’m still driving (and looking for parking) and say:

“Hmmm…why is she crossing the street? Oh, because it’s a red light”.

Damn.

I ran a red light.

AND there was a cop RIGHT there coming the other way. I figured he would pull me over, but phew, he continued on his way. Already feeling like an idiot, we finally find parking, pay, and enter the party. The first person we see was Margaret Atwood, which was pretty cool. Peter C. Newman was also there, among other M&S authors and media figures. It was a huge bash and a lot of fun. The band started up at around 9:30, and besides the fact that it’s really quite difficult to dance to The Rolling Stones, we held our own. The party was in The Distillery District, which is a very cool area of Toronto. It was quite fitting, as Jack McClelland was known for his love of Scotch. I couldn’t drink again, but it was entertaining watching everyone else become slightly intoxicated.

Then, as we were leaving, stupid driving move number 2 occured. I drove up Parliament to Bloor and you couldn’t turn left. Now, normally, when you can’t turn left, there’s no real reason, and so you turn left anyway. But, I quickly learned the reason why this time — there were arrows indicating that you must turn right, but I ignored them and turned left — then heard honking, because the Eastbound lane was turning left at the same time I was trying to. Freakin’ hell, such an idiot. It also doesn’t help that I can’t really see that well anymore when I drive at night because of the glasses. I’m going to have to reconsider the ocular implants.

All in all, and despite feeling like an idiot and wanting to wear a shirt that says “no really, I’m smart”, it was a fantastic start to my favourite weekend of the year.

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