Just for today, I will be unafraid. I will gather the courage to do what is right and take the responsiblity for my own actions. I will expect nothing from the world, but I will realize that as I give … Continue reading
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Where did the word adventurous come from? I woke up this morning with this thought. It is such an exciting word. What brought this word into my thoughts? Do I dare to psychoanalyze myself first thing in the morning? Egad! I … Continue reading
In Praise of Books
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It was a stormy windy night that I ended at Vancouver Public Library for shelter and kill time on my way to a concert. I am not the only one seeking refuge here. From the main floor, the children’s … Continue reading
Sometime the hating has to stop.
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For Valentine’s Day, I wanted to watch a movie that would make my heart all warm and fuzzy as I nurse the dreaded flu that I am afflicted with for the past three days. Our library has a wide range … Continue reading
Yay! Books!
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It’s an escape A mental break Stress relief Improve memory Widen imagination Ice breaker Conersational piece And a LOT more! I have to give these away to get more books and start stocking up again.
Quote and UnQuote
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When it comes to written words, the way I see it, they are recycled words. There seems to be nothing original. So who invented plagiarism? Note: Quote 1 of 3 requested by Norma. Should you wish to participate, please visit Norma‘s site … Continue reading
The fun side of being a minimalist
Think like a child. Chasing bubbles is more fun that having all the toys in the world.
Think like a dog. A red ball is his priceless possession. Don’t even take that ball away from him if you know what’s good for you. Hands off!
Share your love of reading with your neighbourhood. Have an outdoor library. Recycle your books.This will give you more space at home. You’ll get to know the people in your area. It’s more enjoyable to know them and chin wag not just about books. You’ll never know this might be the beginning of a lasting friendship.
These are some basics steps of being a minimalist.
Never too late

30 years over due book
“To whom it may concern. From Courtenay library. Please find $100.00 for courier back to Courtenay and overdue. I shall contact next week to ensure all is in order. Thanks.”
More than 30 years after he first borrowed Camping and Woodcraft from a Vancouver Island library, an unidentified man has finally put the well-thumbed guidebook back into circulation.
The man, described only as an older gentleman, walked into a library branch in Prince George, B.C. and handed over a copy of the 1965 book Camping and Woodcraft: A Handbook for Vacation Campers and for Travelers, and said he would like it returned to its home in Courtenay, B.C.
Do you have any books sitting around that is long overdue?
Source: National Post
Book Lover
“Libraries will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no libraries.”
― Anne Herbert
Books are here to stay.
via: Burnaby Public Library
My dear Lucy
Once upon a time, my dream house will have a library. The library will be filled with wall to wall and top to bottom room full of books that I collected over the years. And then I discovered the joy of going to the library. I ended giving away most of my books to goodwill and kept the children’s books.
I never outgrew The Little Prince, All things bright and beautiful, I like you because and The man who planted trees. These books have taught me more than any self-help books that I’ve read. Besides, I love the pictures. It is true that pictures say a thousand words and I can create a different story just by looking at them.
Image source: Jemima’s Journal
Rights: Yes or No
Reader’s Bill of Rights
The right to not read
The right to skip pages
The right to not finish
The right to reread
The right to read anything
The right to escapism
The right to read anywhere
The right to browse
The right to read out loud
The right to not defend your tastes
Adapted from “Better Than Life” by Daniel Pennac
Small Culture
Lately, I have been thinking of him, a lot. The bench underneath the tree where he used to seat is empty and the tree is now bare, leafless.
Sometimes, I take a peak at the cafeteria and thinking that I might see him there, eating without the help of teeth. How can he possible eat without any choppers?
It’s time for me to pull out the books of poems he generously gave to me, read some and share some to you as promised. I just noticed the dedication:
Heaven has no humour like
A woman in love with English
To remind you of what I shared with you before, you may read it here.
Small Culture ~ poem by Ian Rudkin
You can’t assume that a woman is
Supposed to know who you are. A woman
Doesn’t have to like men but she does
Because she is a woman. Honest likes honest.Brutality preys on a good woman’s soul
Man’s good is not quantity. Human good
Is a humour about fallibility. You can’t
Get free-flowing food if you can’t see it.People who want ordinary food naturally pay
Some money. Poets thus are really wise to
Share their thoughts with their friends and
Their books with people who want ordinary books.The sign of an amateur is to have
Too high a regard for success. It is good
To value small successes. That way you have
The idea of what pleases — that is, directness.
He wore the same pants, the same shirt and the same jacket. Walking around, holding his waist bands so that his pants won’t fall. Did he forget to wear his belt, again?
I miss his presence.
Seven Million Whys!
I have this note posted on my computer at work that is sort of a queue card for me that helps me on a daily basis when it comes to communication, analysis and problem solving.
“I have six honest serving men, they taught me all I know. I call them What, Where, When, Who, Why and How.”
However, I have a problem with Why. For me, it’s a childish question. It’s alright when a child ask me why but when an adult asks, I felt like saying: “Are you a dolt?” in my mind. So I facetiously answer: “Why is the sky blue?” Evading this word is easier for me than responding to it. The person will never be satisfied with my response. It is akin to being put on the grill. Having worked in a law firm, I know better.
As I found out, the whole poem is part of a children’s book written by Kipling:
I KEEP six honest serving-men(They taught me all I knew);
Their names are What and Why and When
And How and Where and Who.
I send them over land and sea,
I send them east and west;
But after they have worked for me,
I give them all a rest. I let them rest from nine till five,
For I am busy then,
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
For they are hungry men.
But different folk have different views;
I know a person small—
She keeps ten million serving-men,
Who get no rest at all! She sends’em abroad on her own affairs,
From the second she opens her eyes—
One million Hows, two million Wheres,
And seven million Whys! The Elephant’s Child
This poem just answered my question how come I do not like “Whys”!
Thank you, Poet4Justice: If for helping me solve a riddle.
Related Link: Kipling: Elephant’s Child
Habitual Reader
Joyce Carol Oates says: “The first sentence cannot be written until the final sentence is written.”
This brings me to the habit of reading a book.
I read the first page and the final page before I decide whether I will read the whole book. Should I enjoy these, more than likely I will relish reading every word written in the book.
Understanding Zen
And the monk said:
Source: Paulo Coelho’s blog
The boy who reads: A story of hope
This Is Your Life – eBooks
My second disciple drove himself crazy from his earnest practice of the exercises I gave him.
My third disciple dulled his intellect through too much contemplation.
But the fourth managed to keep his sanity.” “Why was that?” someone would invariably ask. “Possibly because he was the only one who refused to do the exercises.” The Master’s words would be drowned in howls of laughter.
Anthony de Mello, SJ MORSEL: The teacher is like the candle which lights others in consuming itself. ~ Giovanni Ruffini (1807-1881)
DP: That Stings! – Flight of a Bumble Bee
Franz Kafka said, “we ought to read only books that bite and sting us.” What’s the last thing you read that bit and stung you?
When was the last time I borrowed a book from the library? It was such a long time ago. There is a period in my life that I devour all the books at the library and suddenly BOOM, I stop reading.
Bite me, I dare you. Vampire books are enjoyable to read because they bite. What stings them is that they still have their humanity, the love to be amongst the living. Ah, love, it makes my heart grow fonder. It’s lovely to feel the love of the Vampires. I feel so much love. Just wait a minute, that doesn’t sting.
There are a couple of books beside me that I pick up to read between TV commercials. I tell you, I can read a chapter by the time the ads are over, too many commercials on TV. “All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten” by Robert Fulghum and “The Pleasure of Finding Things Out” by Richard P. Feynman. These books are filled with humor and they both sting, a little.
The book that I keep on coming back that I never seem to finish reading is titled “Awareness … the perils and … opportunities for reality” written by Anthony de Mello. This is not an easy read or a romantic novel. This book cuts through the core, and I bleed just by reading it.
When I picked up the book, it opened on this chapter, and I quote in part:
At a loss for Words: “God does not die on the day we cease to believe in a personal deity. But we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the ready radiance of wonder renewed daily, the source of which is beyond all reason. We don’t have to quarrel about a word, because “God” is only a word, a concept. One never quarrels about reality; we only quarrel about opinions, about concepts, about judgments.”
DP: Circle of Five – “Five Degrees of Separation?”
Chief Dan George – we are practically neighbours. He lived in Burrard Inlet, North Vancouver; a few minutes where I live here. A native of Canada of First Nations origin. I have the book he wrote “My Heart Soars” as part of my book collections which is not that many. Once in a while, I visit the church reserve to be with the First Nations elders and listen to their stories.
Ah, Richard Feynman. Doesn’t he look mischievous in this picture? I met him in Isla Mujeres in Mexico. This American couple introduced me to “Surely you’re joking, Mr. Feynman.” Ever since I became so curious in life because of his curiosity. He’s so contagious. I could easily “pick” him up anytime, that is, the book.
Maximilian Maria Kolbe – He’s a new guy in the block from Poland. We were supposed to visit the Nazi German concentration camp of Auschwitz, but due to flooding, we didn’t make it. This is a bit morbid, but I want to know what he thinks of Adolf Hitler. Definitely, I do not, I repeat, do not wish to spend time with Adolf!.

Bernadette