I went looking for some thought food today….

An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life:
A fight is going on inside me, he said to the boy. It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. This same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too.
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather,Which wolf will win?
The old Cherokee simply replied, The one you feed.

Tell a FriendAmerican Indian Proverb

Life, a quotation I ran over in my late night reading

“By the middle of that summer when I was seventeen I had yet to see myself become part of a story. I had as yet no notion that life every now and then becomes literature—not for long, of course, but long enough to be what we best remember, and often enough so that what we eventually come to mean by life are those moments when life, instead of going sideways, backwards, forward, or nowhere at all, lines out straight, tense and inevitable, with a complication, climax, and, given some luck, a purgation, as if life had been made and not happened.” Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and other stories. University of Chicago, 1976.

my tv choices to get me to the new Fall season


A lot of stuff from iTunesHomeland (Damian Lewis and Claire Danes and Mandy Patimkin), Justified (Timothy Olyphant) Life (  lasted two seasons with Damian Lewis as Charlie Crews   and Sara Shahi as his partner Reese as LAPD detectives); yes I am a Damian Lewis fan. Neither Justified or Homeland is readily available on cable in Canada, which has me baffled and annoyed.

I tried one episode of In Plain Sight with Mary McCormack who I liked on The West Wing and I am still weighing whether to go for the whole season.   These are all old, pretty darn finely created television series.

Homeland, Justified and Life have or had, one was cancelled, exceptional writing, strong main characters and detailed supporting characters, all well acted, and intriguing plots.   When TV drama is done well it can be exceptional entertainment.

Helvetica, a documentary about the typeface and typographic designers, some odd and intriguing people in this.

I am looking forward to the new tv season, especially NCIS, to find out the fate of everyone after the cliffhanger ending.

Also rereading two books by  Neil PostmanAmusing Ourselves to Death and Technopoly about the effect of technology on culture, society, politics, basically the whole shebang. His books are considered essential reading in the are of media ecology and the study of technology and its effects on people.

“When a population becomes distracted by trivia, when cultural life is redefined as a perpetual round of entertainments, when serious public conversation becomes a form of baby-talk, when, in short, a people become an audience, and their public business a vaudeville act, then a nation finds itself at risk; culture-death is a clear possibility.”

photos from the Orillia Fall Fair

Back today to try again to get to the Orillia Fall Fair to take some photographs. Isolated showers in the forecast, but less rain than Saturday.  Took along my Nikon D3100 with 18-55 lens and the Sony Cybershot H50 for more long reach shots. $7 admission fee and I parked at the north end near Gate 4.  I received a chocolate chip cookie from the wife of the MP Bruce Stanton.

The sky was overcast and I got there in time to walk to one end of the fair as the rain resumed.  I dove into the small exhibit building with the rabbits and a ton of fellow fairgoers to study the weather out the open doors.   It quit after a few minutes but kept threatening.  I  left early and by the time I arrived home the sun had broken through and the sky was pale blue with fluffy white, innocent clouds hanging benignly overhead.

a new poem – The Colour of Memory

The Colour of Memory

The giggles began
at the end of the first bottle of red.
The muse was hovering
over your right shoulder
smiling at me
for the moment a little later
when my pen would
strike the paper and attempted magic
recreation would slap down words.

You were telling me a story
that made you look foolish
and you turned red again,

matching the wine,
matching the colour of memory
which is blood red for
a set of reasons, some
of them ferocious, some
of them courageous,
some of them still stuck in the blender,
beaten into the froth
we ran from
on the beach in North Carolina,
the sun just about down,
you remember the time I mean.

We finally came up
with a universal solvent principle,
our litmus test to end
all litmus tests.

Without personal standards,
the tennis net of life never gets cranked up.
No matter
how well you hit the ball
your game is all fake and lies.

You ruled that all zippers
must be made of metal.
All ties must be silk.
only German autos are really cars.

I remember how you warned me
about your mother.
Still we visited to make sure
that her new TV you had ordered for her
had arrived to keep her shredded nerves
in the general vicinity of her body.
No sign of the bottle,
just the tea cup,
never told me if it was vodka or what exactly.
Mrs. Devil and her details.

Red wine has drained out of my corner of the universe.
Coffee slides down.
Sleep stops by some nights.
Reasons keep coming to mind
I keep slapping them down like slow houseflies
at the end of October.

My new hobby
killing geriatric houseflies while
reading every line Shakespeare wrote.
Turning off the television and the computer.
Such a shame one cannot turn off memory.