Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Wednesday, Aug. 17, 2005 - 5:42 p.m.
WARNING!!!! if you know me personally, you may read my diary, but if you do, you take the chance of hearing things you don't want to know, misunderstanding what I've written and being hurt by it. If you are unsure if it is ok to read, save yourself and me the grief and heartache, and ask first!!! Please note that this is a DIARY, ie my subjective feelings, hearsay, suppositions, and outpourings of ranting of the moment. It does not represent objective news, the whole of what I think of a topic or someone, or even a thought-out representation of any of the above. Keep that in mind. Thanks. * Here is a Diary Etiquette Read Me.
Two Gacks and a Not.
Gack!!
You know what the editor of the novel said when I told her the author didn't like the sketch of the cover? "She's not paying for it, I am".
GACK!! What a horrid attitude. The editor is theoretically publishing the WORK Of the author. Without the author there IS no book. And the author's opinion of the book cover doesn't matter? Cuz she's not paying for printing it? Nice. NOT. She seemed to be utterly and completely dismissive of the author having any say in it, completely disinterested whether the author disliked it, or what the author suggested. Let's just say I don't think I'll jump at the chance to work with an editor who has that attitude towards their book creators again.
Why is the publishing world full of people with putrid attitudes??
More GACK!!
The CBC radio (and tv) is in having contract disagreements with their employees union, and so most of the regular programming is replaced. All my fave radio personalities and shows are replaced by smarmy pap. Horrid horrid horrid. For god's sake, CBC, once again, it is your creative staff who makes your business. Treat them with some respect and sign some contracts (apparently they don't want to sign for fulltime positions).
Zero Gack:
Disappearing Boy told me that the potatoes are fine but not making potatoes. I could tell the soil hadn't been disturbed, so was curious how he would know. I shoved my hands down down into the trashbuckets of potato dirt and compost... and felt....
POTATOES!!!
Small yes, but still, potatoes. Really, I will be happy if I get two or four small edible potatoes out of the venture. Yay for container-grown potatoes.
Go back one to read my "i'm home" entry last night.
More to come when I get some work done.
There will be fewer photos than one would want, since there are several constraints: one must ask anyone identifiable in photos for their permission before taking the photos... this is hard since usually there are many many people. AND they stop doing whatever cute, wonderful thing they were unselfconsciously doing once you interrupt them to ask permission. Second, it says in the program that you need to have written permission from the Musicfest themselves to "publicly display" photos taken there, which includes the internet I would imagine... that all photos taken there are for personal use only, and remain the property of the festival (which after all is sort of a private party).
So there will be some photos. But not gads of them. Sorry!
me
wenchie
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
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