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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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This is the second time this summer that construction crews have chopped into an eight inch gas line in my neighbourhood. The sound of escaping gas is incredible! You can hear it from blocks away.
3rd Sep 2009, 21:46   | tags:,,

Caine says:

omg, that is not good. Not good at all. Let's hope they figure out where the gas lines are at.

3rd Sep 2009, 22:16

Factotum says:

It took them about five hours to do the repairs, during which time some people were evacuated from their homes, and many people (including us) were left without electricity. But, as you can see in the photos, it was a beautiful Indian summer day. What you can't see in the pics is the sound, and the smell, of the gas.

3rd Sep 2009, 23:56

nige says:


4th Sep 2009, 00:06

Puddlepuff says:

But you do get hot firemen to check oet!

4th Sep 2009, 05:50

taniwha says:

Thank God for smoking bans.

4th Sep 2009, 08:46

Viv says:

not good - hot indian summer sounds good though

4th Sep 2009, 10:08

Javama says:

Smelly, horrid, and scary - oh and inconvenient!

4th Sep 2009, 11:43

swamprose says:

Maybe they should get a new crew in there to dig. Must be hot for those firemen with all that equipment on...they could always take it off..:)

4th Sep 2009, 13:21

Factotum says:

The firefighters didn't actually have that much to do, waiting around while the Gaz Metropolitain crews did the actual repairs. They did take their coats off eventually and sat around on my neighbours' lawn. We brought the garden hose out for them, so that they could get some drinking water, and several did hose themselves down to cool off.
Today, they're just back to digging up the road again.

4th Sep 2009, 13:34