Splash du Jour: Thursday

 Have a great Thursday!

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Splash du Jour: Wedesday

Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
-- David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas --

Have a great Wednesday!
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Love and Power

In the book I just finished, there was a passage where young Bailey runs off to join the circus, but when he gets to the site he is too late. The circus is gone.
Erin Morgenstern writes -- He sits down on the ground, holding his head in his hands and feeling utterly lost though he has played in these very fields ever since he was little.
I found this line evocative of how I have felt many times.
Sometimes it is the very familiarity of physical geography that can accentuate feelings of lostness or disappointment. The quietness of a house that once had someone else in it, but no longer does. A favourite restaurant that will never be the same, without the other person being with you, at it. And what is the effect of heart-encircled carved initials in a tree, if the second half of the equation is not there to observe them with you?
You'd rather not see that tree!
In a word, sadness.
In the above example, Bailey is mourning the loss of a circus, and moreso the loss of a special girl he was in the process of loving. She left with the circus.
The passage made me think further into the losses that are part and parcel of some love relationships, that alter. I think of a certain axiom that I have always held to be a truism:
Whoever loves the least has the most power.
I have debated those words with many people over the years, but no one has yet been able to convince me of their inaccuracy.
In my opinion, love and power cancel each other out.
This is not to say that the two things cannot co-exist. They do, in fact, co-exist. But to the extent that one displaces the other, I believe that the axiom holds true.
The first of two people yearn to keep a relationship intact -- to maintain an element of love within it. The other has divergent interests, or is otherwise not as concerned. Does not care as much.
Which of these two is at a greater level of power, within the relationship?
Obviously [again, in my opinion]  the latter person is. This is because the first person in the example is motivated by an exclusive love for the other.
Even if this love is ill-placed or unrequited from the get-go -- still, the axiom holds.
Whether the relationship is sick or healthy, the second person would find it easier to walk away from the situation in its entirety. Or to not comply with any reasons to make it better.
And that is what power looks like.
To accentuate the point, one might add “Whoever is betrayed feels the most betrayal.”
Or “Whoever is left most alone in the end feels the most lonely.”
Are either of those arrangements of words much different than saying “Whoever loves the least has the most power?”
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Splash du Jour: Tuesday

"Do you mind telling me what’s suddenly so important?"
Sophie just shook her head. ‘It’s…it’s a secret.’
"Yuck! You’re probably in love."
-- Jostein Gaarder, Sophie's World --

Have a great Tuesday!
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The Night Circus

Erin Morgenstern's highly-acclaimed debut novel The Night Circus is the story of two innately gifted magicians, Celia and Marco, secretly bound together from a very early age to compete against each other within a circus that appears only at night. They are unaware of the identity of their opponent for most of their formative years, and during that time, fall in love with each other. The entire scheme is an outworking of two rival veteran magicians who have pitted them for battle, and love was not in the cards.
The novel is structured in a very unique, non-linear way. To say it is disjointed would sound too negative. Collaged, perhaps, would be more appropriate. Each chapter begins with a sub-heading describing the location and date. Without these I would have been lost -- I kept turning back and referring to them. Another thing a reader must get straight before going too far in the book is that the "magic" performed is real, for the most part. Especially as performed by Celia and Marco. It is camouflaged as illusion, but it is real.
And so, in this sense, the novel is definitely of a fantastic nature. One must be prepared for this before you're already at the ticket booth -- and just let yourself go into it, or you will have no fun at all. 
Me being a die-hard realist when it comes to literature said to myself several times, "Where is Tolstoy when you need him?" This book might not be the thing for everyone out there -- you've really got to check your realism issues at the door. You've got to join this thing, this Night Circus.
But I found it rather rewarding, and definitely an escape, to do just that.

Splash du Jour: Monday

Celia Bowen sits at a desk surrounded by piles of books. She ran out of space for her library some time ago, but instead of making the room larger she has opted to let the books become the room. Piles of them function as tables, others hang suspended from the ceiling, along with large golden cages holding several live white doves.
-- Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus --

Have a great Monday!
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I Miss Atlanta!

Please forgive me for being away from my blog for a while.
I've been in Atlanta, at a leadership training session….. thing. Late late nights, poolside. Early mornings, where my greatest fear was missing out on the breakfast buffet.
It. Was. Incredible.
It was fantastic. I loved it. I'm stoked.
I will be back around soon, with more regular postings.
The people in Atlanta were wonderful. What a beautiful city.
Here is an important thing I took away from the past week -- maybe it will speak to you in your own profession, or life in general:
"Do not let perfection get in the way of better."
ATLANTA ROCKS.
I already can't wait to return again next year!
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Splash du Jour: Monday

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary.
-- Henry David Thoreau, Walden --

Have a great Monday!
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Alone Together

I have rarely read a non-fiction book that was more engrossing than this one -- Alone Together: Why We Expect More From Technology and Less From Each Other, by Sherry Turkle. 
Admittedly, it took me a while to get through it, but that's because I've had some preoccupations. But every spare moment I could afford, I wanted to get back to it. Finished it Saturday night.
The book is broken into two parts, the first dealing with the history of robotics. Turkle, a licensed clinical psychologist and expert in all things cyber-techno, begins by recounting the rise of robot technology in the 1980's and '90's. She describes the effects of things like the Tamagotchis, the "MyRealBabies" and other robot toys that introduced a generation of children to the concept of ascribing a sort of "living" value to things that were essentially inanimate. Her premise is that the interactive abilities of these toys introduced new sensibilities foreign to children of previous generations, who possessed completely "lifeless" dolls to which a child had to [more creatively] attribute [verb-form] lifelike qualities. The most those old dolls could do was maybe wet their pants, or close their eyes as you horizontally tipped them. I am oversimplifying for the sake of brevity -- but Turkle explores so many other areas of how animated robots have affected society -- as in the case of the care of the elderly.
What I appreciate about her assessment is that she is not out to demonize the [alleged] progress made in all these areas, but rather, she raises very pertinent issues regarding how these developments have affected our "real" interactions with each other. Our relationships.
Having skimmed not one iota of this first section [so intriguing was it all], I must admit that it was really the second part of the book that I could not wait to get around to reading.
And I was not disappointed.
Part Two is entitled Networked: In Intimacy, New Solitudes -- and here, Turkle delineates what is going on with the whole phenomenon of texting -- and things like Facebook.
Forget regular e-mail, or phone calls.
My God -- these are the activities of dinosaurs. [Like me, by the way!]
We've come to a place in time where even e-mail is too… detailed of an affair. And a phone call too intrusive, and [horrors] -- too involved. 
And why would you write a hand-written letter to someone you texted 40 times in that same day?
Who thinks in terms of paragraphs any more?
We are in the throes of a generation trying to abbreviate previous…. abbreviations.
The word of the day is get something across… to someone… as fast as possible, and move the hell on.  
And like, "Holy ****, in the interim I myself have received 35 messages."
If you are like me at all, and have ever felt that perhaps the rudest thing in the entire world is sitting around with someone and finding that they are not really there with you at all, but are rather with pretty much everyone else in the world that is not in the same room -- this is the book for you.
Not because Turkle pokes fun at those people, or denigrates them. But because she explains WHY they are doing it. And what it is doing to them, as human beings… or is potentially doing to what we formerly thought of as the people right next to us. The ones that are breathing next to us.
What happens to a society, when the people that are most present, are not even there?
Quit texting someone long enough to read this book, and find out.
It is startling. It is so well-written, so well-researched and documented. 
Let us just hope the book is not out-dated even as we read it, because the next step is to say, "No. Don't call me. No. Don't e-mail me. No. Don't text me. Just…. just… just…. don't be."

Splash du Jour: Friday

Have a great Friday!

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Splash du Jour: Thursday

We are of the opinion that instead of letting books grow moldy behind an iron grating, far from the vulgar gaze, it is better to let them wear out by being read.
-- Jules Verne, Journey to the Centre of the Earth --

Have a great Thursday!
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Splash du Jour: Wednesday

The problem with cats is that they get the exact same look on their face whether they see a moth or an axe-murderer. 
-- Paula Poundstone --

Have a great Wednesday!
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Decisions! Decisions!

Soon I will be leaving on a work-related trip to Atlanta, Georgia.
I've never been on either thing.
A "work-related" trip OR "Atlanta."
So I'm really excited about this. I'm wondering what book I should bring along with me -- do you ever agonize over a similar sort of thing? Some of you prolific readers would be bringing books... plural, but I am more realistic [and slow] -- just one book will be enough, I'm sure. I will be constantly busy throughout the days.
But which book for evenings and airtime? That is the question.
I've gone on trips before and taken what amounted to being the wrong book -- and I find it incredibly disappointing. All that airport time. All that quiet evening time. And there you are, sitting around trying to enjoy the wrong book.
Two instances come to mind. Once, on a trip to B.C. I made the mistake of bringing along Henry James's What Maisie Knew. It felt like being forced to read a car maintenance manual when you could be reading Jose Saramago! I just could not at all understand that book, I'm sorry, all you James devotees!
Another time I was in Mexico and made the error of entrusting my vacation to Stendhal's The Red and the Black. Big mistake. It's just the wrong book for out there on the beach and all. And yet I read the whole thing -- unlike Maisie, which I gave up on altogether.
So here I am, wondering what to take to Atlanta. Something appropriately enthralling.
And by the way, if any of you out there know of any sights I should take in, places I should go in Atlanta in case my book selection proves faulty again -- let me know.
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Splash du Jour: Tuesday

There’s never been a true war that wasn’t fought between two sets of people who were certain they were in the right. The really dangerous people believe they are doing whatever they are doing solely and only because it is without question the right thing to do. And that is what makes them dangerous.
-- Neil Gaiman, American Gods --

Have a great Tuesday!
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Splash du Jour: Monday

Today's adolescents have no less need than those of previous generations to learn emphatic skills, to think about their values and identity, and to manage and express feelings. They need time to discover themselves, time to think. But technology, put in the service of always-on communication and telegraphic speed and brevity, has changed the rules of engagement with all of this. When is downtime, when is stillness? The text-driven world of rapid response does not make self-reflection impossible but does little to cultivate it.
-- Sherry Turkle, Alone Together --


Have a great Monday!
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Meet Kennedy: A Saturday Snapshot

Some of you may be aware that just two months ago I lost my beloved cat Jack of nearly 13 years -- and by "lost" I mean I had to put him down as he was very ill with a tumor on his tongue.
Well -- one week ago I acquired a new cat -- his name is Kennedy.
A co-worker of mine was moving and had to get rid of this fine cat because… well, it's a long story. So when he mentioned it I was all "Hmmm… am I ready for this?"
I went to his place to meet the cat and instantly knew, "Oh yeah. I'm ready!"
He is adorable -- not that I am comparing him to Jack or anything like that -- [Blasphemy!] -- but, in his own way, Kennedy is proving to be the perfect room-mate. I already love him, and have taken him to his first vet appointment. 
The vet said that K's only issue is that he could [ahem]… stand to lose some weight!
So I am adjusting his food intake. But he is playful and so loveable -- what a little darling. He is about a year and a half old -- and already has a serious addiction to catnip!
So there you go! My new buddy! Kennedy. "Kenny" for short.

Thank you Alyce, for hosting this terrific Saturday Snapshot meme @ At Home With Books.

Splash du Jour: Friday

The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough, that they didn’t invest enough heart, didn’t love enough. Nothing else really.
-- Ted Hughes, Letters of Ted Hughes --
Have a great Friday!
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Splash du Jour: Thursday

Books serve to show a man that those original thoughts of his aren’t very new after all.
-- Abraham Lincoln --

Have a great Thursday!
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Splash du Jour: Wednesday

A catless writer is almost inconceivable.  It's a perverse taste, really, since it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the room than even one cat; they make nests in the notes and bite the end of the pen and walk on the typewriter keys.  

-- Barbara Holland --

Have a great Wednesday!

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Splash du Jour: Tuesday

Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.

-- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment -- 

Have a great Tuesday!

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Splash du Jour: Monday

And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.

-- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King --

Have a great Monday!

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Vertical Symmetry: A Saturday Snapshot

When I visit any major city I love to take snapshots of what I call vertical symmetry in architecture. I spent the past week in Toronto and nabbed some great photos.
By vertical symmetry I mean the precision with which tall buildings line up in vertical perfection as one's field of vision is narrowed to the point at which these buildings merge on their vertical sides.
One building will be in the foreground and another one distant -- sometimes very distant, yet their sides match perfectly [their edges] -- and I never cease to be amazed by this.
The first picture is a perfect example of this. The white building in the middle is many blocks distant, yet notice how perfectly it is aligned with those in the foreground? [Click on it to see clearer.] The edges are in perfect alignment. The other picture is a neat one I took of the CN Tower and the moon.
To see a few more pictures I took, click HERE.
 

 Thank you Alyce, for hosting this terrific Saturday Snapshot meme @ At Home With Books.

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Splash du Jour: Friday

Always remember that you are absolutely unique. 

Just like everyone else.
-- Margaret Mead --

Have a great Friday!

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