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Okay, I am seriously fed up with Livejournal’s DDOS attackers playing havoc with my work. I went and tried to back up my LJ to DW (changing the password once that happens); we’ll see how that goes. ETA: it came through beautifully, and surprisingly fast. Password now changed.
I actually sneakily used Excel at work to work out the colour scheme I want my personalized blog to have, and note down the RGB colour values.
Went home, installed Thunderbird to back up my mighty Gmail account at last. As I write this, we’re getting into 2008. All those emails I forgot, some from people I used to care about, some from people I wanted to forget, but do not wish to destroy the work I had put into crafting replies. It may all contribute to my autobiography someday.
That was my life; I will not let dreams that had to die take the joys of reality down with them.
Went to the Shoppers Drug Mart to pick up a couple of thing I will need at ESSLLI.
On the way there, walking along Highway 9, I saw a bird lying on the road, hit by a car.
And realized that the bird, a young starling possibly, was still alive, breathing hard, desperately, through its open beak.
“You shouldn’t die on the road, at least.”
It was warm and soft, its feathers glossy, as I carefully set it down in the grass by the road.
I considered waiting with it. I considered carrying it to the nearest vet, or something. In Ottawa, I may have even phoned the Wild Bird Care Centre, if that is still around.
I would have done it, when I was younger and more idealistic. I have seen too many creatures die, warm soft creatures under my hand, creatures that wanted desperately to live. This bird was not going to live, despite all your love and longing, despite all you wishing and wanting. This bird was a wild creature; having a human stand over it will give it no comfort.
I walked to the Shoppers Drug Mart.
On the way back, I saw a bluebottle fly resting on the bird’s eye.
It didn’t die on the road, at least.
I made sure to wash my hands.
There are over ten thousand emails that I will not reread.
I wish you joy.
I actually sneakily used Excel at work to work out the colour scheme I want my personalized blog to have, and note down the RGB colour values.
Went home, installed Thunderbird to back up my mighty Gmail account at last. As I write this, we’re getting into 2008. All those emails I forgot, some from people I used to care about, some from people I wanted to forget, but do not wish to destroy the work I had put into crafting replies. It may all contribute to my autobiography someday.
That was my life; I will not let dreams that had to die take the joys of reality down with them.
Went to the Shoppers Drug Mart to pick up a couple of thing I will need at ESSLLI.
On the way there, walking along Highway 9, I saw a bird lying on the road, hit by a car.
And realized that the bird, a young starling possibly, was still alive, breathing hard, desperately, through its open beak.
“You shouldn’t die on the road, at least.”
It was warm and soft, its feathers glossy, as I carefully set it down in the grass by the road.
I considered waiting with it. I considered carrying it to the nearest vet, or something. In Ottawa, I may have even phoned the Wild Bird Care Centre, if that is still around.
I would have done it, when I was younger and more idealistic. I have seen too many creatures die, warm soft creatures under my hand, creatures that wanted desperately to live. This bird was not going to live, despite all your love and longing, despite all you wishing and wanting. This bird was a wild creature; having a human stand over it will give it no comfort.
I walked to the Shoppers Drug Mart.
On the way back, I saw a bluebottle fly resting on the bird’s eye.
It didn’t die on the road, at least.
I made sure to wash my hands.
There are over ten thousand emails that I will not reread.
I wish you joy.