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Interesting fact. One transport truck travelling at 65 miles per hour passing another transport truck travelling 64 miles per hour takes 61 seconds to completion. Time is everything.  Well, when you hear you've been shortlisted for the Great B.C. Novel Contest with Mother Tongue publishing you have to consider yourself blessed. It's down to three now. I guess if the lottery had such odds, I'd consider buying myself a ticket. Hell, I might buy two tickets.
 Recently, we attended a poetry reading featuring American poet, Ocean Vuong. Look at his picture. He is so unassuming in his demeanour, so articulate in his speech and riveting on the page. I highly recommend his work and hearing him read is truly inspirational. Ah-h-h-h-h the wisdom of poets.
60% of the vehicles at the Best Western in Lancaster, CA are white. I'm not kidding. 60% ! The pictures taken below are from a recent Cowichan Valley book launch of Hanne and Her Brother. It was a great evening and was special because the reading took place in a grand farm house on one of the roads where the novel took place. Thanks to Chris and Wendy Mann for hosting.   This might suggest that export sales are heading in the right direction. Maybe not. But it's still pretty cool.    The Belgian beer is fabulous. Hope you can make it.
I'm sure many of you have experienced, while reading, a revelation that may be inspiring or possibly disconcerting as it applies to you, the reader.. Re-reading John Lent's The Path to Ardroe, I found his character, Peter ,musing as follows:
"The paradox seemed to follow these lines: what at first appeared to be a virtue in his own eyes--a finely tuned gift of empathy that drew him closer to people--turned out to be, possibly, a defect--the very thing that prevented the "self" and which, in effect, concealed him from people so he was isolated when everyone thought him included. As long as there was someone around him, someone he could respond to, he existed. By himself, he ceased to exist." When I read this I instinctively felt it was true for most of the people I know. I also sensed that for me the opposite was the truth: meaning when I'm by myself I feel the most "existed." Not sure this is a good thing. |
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