"We are all images of each other, with the same senses, the same feelings, the same hopes, the same fears, the same faults, the same blood."
--Og Mandino, The Greatest Salesman in the World, Part II The End of the Story

More about my day and my life to come...

What I really want to work on these days is just making my own magic.

Right now, I have nothing.

Rather, I have everything but a job. I’m feeling a bit excited because I realize I could use this opportunity to grow and take myself in a new, preferred direction. I’m too young to go after pointless schemes and dreams.

Thus, I’m resisting all other influences, and attempting to pursue my true passions: music and writing. Mind you, I’m doing this while looking for a “real” job. Still, if passion wins over the so-called practicality that I am supposed to pursue, I won’t mind.

Late last year I decided to look into my musical side. I’ve been blessed with the means to record my work, plus I have a guitar and piano at home. I’ve practiced my guitar over the past few weeks more than I have in the entire two years since I bought it.

I’m thinking of putting out a CD. It’ll probably be a mix of song and spoken word. So I’ve started to test my equipment. You know…Get used to the sound of my voice and so on.

It’s been quite an eye-opener. At first I was scared.

I don't sound like any of the other women on popular radio today...

In some ways I suppose I should be thankful.

A general statement just came to mind. I don't mean it in an arrogant way at all. I'm not referring to my artistic efforts. But consider this:

Overall, our society is enduring an emptiness that needs to be filled by some sort of intelligence. If not God, I think a conscientious media would make an excellent first step.

Also…

Last night on City TV news they had a story about people looking up porn on the public libraries’ PCs. At one branch, the staff is squeamish, but some aren’t sure about how to discipline patrons who look up risqué images. The reporter mentioned that certain folks fear breaching the Charter of Rights and Freedoms (the American equivalent would probably be the Constitution).

Maybe I’m misunderstanding something, but…The last time I went to a library in Toronto, I didn’t see Hustler on the magazine racks. They didn’t have any X-rated movies on the video shelves. In the story that aired it was said that they did their best to keep porn off the PCs in the children’s section. But in my opinion, that’s not good enough. The main section of the libraries isn’t regulated. I'm no prude, but people of ANY age could walk by...

*sigh*

I'm tired of the Charter being used to defend people's random acts of stupidity.