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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.

V. Woolf

" 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."

Vladamir Nabokov

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A truck salting the streets in downtown Montreal. I like the detail
of the traffic light swinging in the wind. Minus 12, Swamprose
5th Feb 2007, 00:17   | tags:,,,

swamprose says:

-16 and going down. doesn't it get too cold at some point for salt to work? Feels like we are getting there...do your salt trucks have blue lights like ours?

5th Feb 2007, 01:36

Jigalong says:

I give up. How do you tell where the middle of the road is, on a busy street, when the snow has covered up all the road marker?

5th Feb 2007, 09:11

swamprose says:

tire tracks. if there are any.
or by the guy coming at you...
whichever vehicle is bigger.

5th Feb 2007, 14:10

Euphro says:

And, never overtake a gritter truck... as I'm embarrassed to say I did once, without thinking, and then had a hair-raising slide before crawling along until I could let it pass me again :)

5th Feb 2007, 14:32

Jigalong says:

Even though the truck is very small, I think I would keep out of its way to. The bottom picture seems to look like it is driving in the middle of the road. Which side of the road do you drive on?

6th Feb 2007, 01:27

factotum says:

We drive on the right, but since it is early Sunday morning in this photo and there is no traffic, you're correct- he's driving down the middle of the road.
The hardest thing about driving in Montreal these days is just getting your car started! It's minus 16 celsius at the moment with a wind chill calculated at minus 28 :) I'm glad to be in for the night. Another cold day coming up tomorrow.

6th Feb 2007, 02:41

midlife says:

We are getting snow tonight. How did you get so close to the truck without being sprayed with salt?

7th Feb 2007, 06:08

factotum says:

The salt truck is actually stopped in the middle of the intersection, and the driver has gotten out to talk to a woman who has gotten out of the black car that you can see in the top photo. I'd also gotten out of my car to take the photo of the high rise buildings almost invisible in the snow. It was early Sunday morning, and I guess nobody was in a hurry.

7th Feb 2007, 12:39