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I have been thinking about the power of words. The written word and the spoken word. We give so much meaning to letters put together to form a word. Novels and poetry have always been a big part of me and I have had feelings that aren't mine but described in a book, a poem or in a song. I have also been very happy about words said to me or unhappy or upset about words. I judge people by what they say, good or bad cause words can betray you, you say something you didn't plan to say or somebody hears ...

Greetings to all. I know I have been spotty in my appearances here lately. I have had to travel for work four of the last five weeks. Even worse than not visiting my friends on the internet is missing my beloved little Matthew and my wife. This past trip was for the entire week, which really puts a strain on my wife. What’s strange is that for the past couple of years, I haven’t had to travel much. I think the year before was four trips the entire year, and here I’ve done that many in a little ...

So, I haven't done a blog in a while, but I'm going to seek lit-net's advice on a subject. Some of you may know that I've been working part-time on a B.A. since completing my microbiology degree. I've never really liked lab work, and though I love science, I don't love doing science. At first I started studying the arts, political science and literature primarily, as a hobby taking advantage of subsidized education in Quebec.

Now, I will receive my B.A. in April, and on a whim I ...

Why does my life seem to keep repeating itself? It's like a wave, comes and goes. But it leaves a mark on me. Sometimes washes away the hardness. I hate to make the same mistakes people made before me, but I guess I have no choice. Every one has to go through them once. Wish it wasn't so hard to accept that fact.
So, the semester starts again. I'm still loving it, enjoying it, though I feel tired and I'm sure I'm going to make alot more mistakes than last term, it sucks. I want to start over...though ...

When I was a little kid, I had a bag of marbles. We used to play marbles outside in the dirt for hours. Can you imagine kids doing this today? We almost always went outside to play, unless the weather was really bad. I remember one day my friend Bruce Robinson and I climbed up to the top of a couple of young maple trees during a ferocious wind storm. We held on to those thin trees for dear life as the merciless wind buffeted us around. We were both screaming at the top of our lungs in real fear. ...