Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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a daily breath...

A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

I called up a friend on Saturday. 

   I had a question that couldn’t readily be answered by Google, and with my limited knowledge or recollection of the subject matter, I could not satisfy my curiosity.

   It was while I was wondering or trying to figure this all out, that I suddenly had the idea that this certain friend may have an answer, opinion, or perspective I was looking for.

   Now, I hadn’t spoken with this friend for quite some time. She lives in a different city, and while we do keep connected with occasional cards or letters and random comments on Facebook, it has been more than five years since we’ve actually met up in person.

   Still, I felt comfortable enough picking up the phone and making contact.

   I know I surprised her with the call, and her voice was as emphatically cheery as I remembered it to be. I asked the question; we conversed over the intended topic, and I valued her opinion and her recommendations. I expressed my appreciation for her thoughts, and then we went about randomly explaining certain aspects of our lives.

   We spoke of each other’s families, upcoming holiday plans, interests and experiences, relationships, and all the stuff that friends talk about. It was the kind of conversation that seemed to pick up where it left off. We shared, in bits and pieces, what our lives were about in the moment. It is what friends do.

   How one defines a friend — especially in these days where social media uses the term so broadly — is so very subjective. In my phone call Saturday, I realized that his friendship was far more than many others. I am blessed.

   Saturday’s delightful conversation went a lot longer than I imagined it would. It also strengthened a connection that is now more than a decade old. Given that I will soon be moving, and we will soon be in the same city, I am looking forward to experiencing this friendship on a more regular basis.

   A true friend is one you can call up at random, ask questions and have answers provided with clarity and consideration. Friendship recognizes where you are but eliminates the distance.

   Friendship is the type of thing you want more of.

   A friend is more than a name and number in your address book. Friendship allows you to use that number whenever it is needed.

11/25/2024                                                                                                                                            j.g.l.

 

this journey

How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.

© 2021 j.g. lewis

this season

A little cold, little wet,

a little tired and yet

I am here. Still,

full of wonder.

The morning chill leaves

little to the imagination

and much less

to hope for.

Expected, perhaps, as it

always is, this time, this

season is only what

we ask of it.

11/21/2024                                                                                                                    j.g.l.

I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.

j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.

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Until It Doesn’t

Posted on August 14, 2020 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Technology works: until it doesn’t.
Any technology, or anything technical or technologically required by said technology, has a life span. It seems the newer the object, the swifter the built-in obsolescence.
You have no choice of when, or where, your technology will fail you, but often it is when you are on deadline or somebody requires your assistance, or you’ve got that idea that simply has to be allowed to burn.
Sadly, more and more these days, your capabilities are reduced, or restricted, by technology.
It is how it is. Technology works until it doesn’t.
My website gassed on me the other night, right as I was about to input something for the next day. An “unexpected error” occurred and I could not get to my landing page from my dashboard.
Like most unexpected errors, I wasn’t expecting this.
Well, maybe I should have been. My hosting service had — for who knows how long — been advising my of a new version of WordPress. I had received several emails and notices reminding me of this update. And things had been “slower” for a while, but I attributed it to the fact that more and more people are working from home in my condominium and the internet is simply stressed out.
Or maybe it is that I haven’t reshuffled, or redesigned, the look of mythosandmarginalia.com for, what, three or four years?
It was working well. Until it didn’t.
Of course, I sent late-night emails to my hosting service, and a message to this website genius who has already helped me build, and rebuild it twice, but I went to bed that night without posting anything.
I have come to learn there is no sense in worrying yourself silly over something this technical. There was nothing I could do.
By morning, the issue had somehow — magically or, at least, temporarily — resolved itself and I was able to post. Life was back to its slow but steady ways for a while anyway.
It did get me thinking about a new style, and a new look and function for this website. I’m taking it as a sign that I need to update before I am no longer relevant.

08/14/2020                                             j.g.l.

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