tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176417102012-02-16T02:12:36.944-05:00Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.comBlogger2461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-35966377038629150472010-03-20T12:15:00.002-04:002010-03-20T12:24:14.955-04:00

We have been feeding the wild turkeys whose tracks we saw deeper in our woods. We chose a spot far enough from the house for comfort but close enough for observation (I am guessing we too are being watched). Typically, we first get three turkeys that scratch the ground for a while, followed later by a lone turkey we named Ulric. After a bit of Internet digging, we realized that our lone turkey is

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-14088221867380526382009-07-12T03:45:00.003-04:002009-07-12T04:04:37.355-04:00

One of the other good things about my government job is that it is located within walking distance to where the Bookmobile hunkers down for a few hours on Tuesday. This means that I still have access to all the books from the Main Library. "Bookmobile" is a permanent appointment on my Outlook. I go on my lunch hour because it closes at 12:00. It is a 15-minute walk on a busy street with

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-51808794960461170602009-06-28T18:56:00.002-04:002009-06-28T19:10:24.557-04:00

I learned something about myself the other day.I had put aside a day for my mom. I had agreed to drive her around, run errands with her, drop her off for lunch with friends and pick her up later. In the meantime, I was going to get my hair cut, lunch with friends and, after I dropped her off, visit another friend.First thing anybody but me would notice - I am overbooked if I try and follow that

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-39812390456344091782009-05-24T07:05:00.003-04:002009-05-24T08:52:34.714-04:00

I was asked for sample meals. Well, we're not always completely raw but here is what we ate yesterday:- breakfast: fruit smoothie (I am addicted so I don't vary but you can): 1 banana, defrost mango chunks and equal amount of frozen 4 berries with small amount of water. Put everything in blender and blend until thick and yummy. Drink your fruits (easy way to get sugar high - uh - all your fruits)

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-20549098638948883372009-05-20T05:17:00.003-04:002009-05-20T05:30:00.608-04:00

I am finding it difficult to switch back and forth between cooked and raw. I spent the week-end away from home and ate cooked food. My digestive balance is off.Eating raw means you need to work at eating - you chew more before you swallow. There is more volume and you tend to get full faster. No cravings. None. Very few dishes to wash.We are still waiting for the dehydrator. We received a call

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-26804833882091955452009-05-15T14:15:00.002-04:002009-05-15T14:44:44.747-04:00

In the last week, we have started eating raw. My friend M had lent us two raw recipe books that we perused and immediately bought off Amazon (with a third one thrown in for good measure). Raw means we get our protein from fruits, vegetables, nuts of all kinds. A sample of meals: california rolls; huge salads (cauliflower or red cabbage or kale or zucchini); warm soup (not hot as to not break down

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-87523322118573707232009-03-05T05:40:00.002-05:002009-03-05T05:56:59.605-05:00

Okay, the title is presumptuous but here is how it goes: I chatted with a 14-year old going to public school. She is tiny, almost frail, but with a temper she cultivates. She was telling me about the time a gang beat her up at school. She was on the ground covering her head and they were hitting her. The beating stopped (no explanation), her friends helped her up, she ran off to hit a friend (?)

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-66622187086685560482009-02-21T16:01:00.003-05:002009-03-05T05:40:17.599-05:00

I just finished my first game after a hiatus of many years. My passion is as strong as ever - two minds battling on a few squares of colors. As a child, I mostly played against my older brothers or my father which means... I learned a lot, mainly how to lose graciously.My husband did not like to lose and so we quickly stopped playing against each other. He much preferred the computer where he

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-3070905538547699372009-01-11T07:09:00.002-05:002009-01-11T07:29:18.613-05:00

Nancy Huston's musings on belonging strike home again. An English Canadian who made her home in France, Huston is forever à cheval between cultures. She brilliantly details subtle and not-so-subtle instances of gotchas (when people remark she used the wrong gender agreement and 'outs' her as an outsider) and plain foreignness. She expresses the pain of being displaced wherever she is - the

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-58717674899180844742009-01-03T19:30:00.003-05:002009-01-03T19:55:09.384-05:00

I got a GPS for Christmas! Surely I will never get lost again? But, wait! You are talking to a pro. No, seriously, I love my GPS. We had to make a few adjustments though: why is it annoyed that I am on the Queensway? Why is it urging me to take the off-ramp again and again while running a parallel route? Why does it never ever suggest I use the highway though it is clearly the quickest way home?

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-55895559914279542092008-12-05T13:18:00.005-05:002008-12-05T13:33:17.002-05:00

A while back, I cleaned out the basement and cluttered up my office with papers to file to. I finally got around to filing last week-end and noticed something interesting. I created 4 big folders: Correspondence (memorabilia from friends and family); Creativity (hobbies or projects other than scrapbooking); Work (resume, leads, etc) and Travel. The funny thing is the relative weight of each.

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-80242524140662502282008-11-16T15:31:00.006-05:002008-11-16T15:47:09.130-05:00

Putting a positive spin on things seems to run in the family. I was browsing my brother's site on flickr when I came across this picture:Anybody who has ever been bullied cringes when they see sneakers on a telephone line. My brother? Makes them into a work of art.Art that speaks to me is often social commentary.I must say I love this one.

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-67555989670443306052008-10-18T19:13:00.003-04:002008-10-18T19:22:39.841-04:00

My mom told me a good story today.She has been totally appalled and disgusted by acts of vandalism against city property, namely people breaking windows of bus shelters. She takes the bus quite often and has watched the seemingly endless cycle of those windows being broken and replaced just to be broken again. She has stood helplessly on the sidelines, fuming. For those of you who know my mom,

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-29192465275129809452008-10-12T06:07:00.005-04:002008-10-13T15:45:52.667-04:00

I just woke up from an unsettling dream in which I was taking a language class. It seems I was at the intermediate level. I usually stopped by the beginner's class at 5:00 after work to say hi to my best friend M. who took that class, then moved on to my own. On the day of the dream, I couldn't remember what time I was due in class. At 5:00, I was eating chips (another unusual event) when the

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-36309976857131533672008-09-27T21:22:00.002-04:002008-09-27T21:50:52.151-04:00

I started my new job last Tuesday and, well, I was in for a surprise. I spent all my working life either working in high tech for big corporations or freelancing. And now for something completely different...Differences:- I bring a book to work and actually have time to read while I wait for my ride (instead of working).- I work in a noisy open environment (as opposed to a quiet open environment)

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-52106193593143105202008-09-18T10:22:00.004-04:002008-09-18T13:47:45.366-04:00

Here’s a fun game I got from XY x2: Comment on this post and I’ll give you a letter. List ten things you LOVE which begin with that letter, then post this in your journal and give out some letters of your own. She gave me the letter R. Here’s my list:Red - Vibrant, alive and cheerful.Reading - I spend most of my free time immersed in books. I have been doing that since childhood. I still haven't

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-28837036671724308172008-09-15T20:57:00.002-04:002008-09-15T21:16:15.951-04:00

A demolition derby is an excellent place to experience a shock to the system. The idea itself is preposterous: line up some cars, have them crash into one other. The referees decide who wins between the last cars left running. There are obviously rules (there are referees and they get to settle matters); the referees direct the drivers to be more aggressive, from what we could see. We got the

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-493380693718735312008-09-12T15:50:00.006-04:002008-09-12T16:09:55.042-04:00

My life has been pretty busy lately and I have been meaning to blog again and again. So here are the news, briefly:- We bought ourselves a light touring kayak at Jenda Paddlesports, close to home. The idea was to have a light boat that one person could handle singly i.e. put on the car, drive away, put in water and back. That way, we don't have to wait for everybody to feel like going at the same

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-36142477299505799332008-09-04T23:44:00.005-04:002008-09-05T00:13:43.972-04:00

We rented a kayak for the first time ever this week. We had been out canoeing a few times in the past but were interested in kayaks for their lightness and the flexibility they afforded. Those things are light and fast as well as easy to maneuver. You can do a light or strenuous workout depending on your mood. Very versatile.So. Because we planned to come back late, the owner of the little shop

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-30807422667223236842008-08-31T21:03:00.003-04:002008-08-31T21:12:55.761-04:00

I was waiting for Paul today and looked up towards the treetops. I enjoy the interplay between the bright green leaves and the clear blue sky. The contrast makes me smile with joy. On this particular day, my eye caught a glimpse of something floating down. I positioned myself so the feather - black, tiny, feathery and fragile - would land straight in my hands held palm upwards. I felt its caress

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-72207593614571678302008-08-27T12:33:00.004-04:002008-08-27T12:39:39.113-04:00

We met a man who sows beautiful wildflowers seeds into wastelands.

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-89127762148759563202008-08-22T10:33:00.004-04:002008-08-22T11:12:37.847-04:00

A friend of mine just came back from her first-ever trip to Poland in which she visited Auschwitz. I was stunned and intimidated when she mentioned that but she skimmed over her visit to the concentration camp saying it had been a difficult day and I did not dare press her. Last night, as I went to bed, I was remembering our conversation and wondering about my reluctance, as this is of interest

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-14003911227011073642008-08-17T21:30:00.003-04:002008-08-17T21:41:59.498-04:00

Awake dreams. Dreams of the soul. The kind you don't share, except with your closest friends lest they be crushed by indifference or scorn. I am seeing friends getting hurt because they trusted others with their dreams and those trustees did not realize the precious treasure they were entrusted with and reacted as though this idea, this hope, this seed was nothing but an insignificant *thing*

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-3622112189400956162008-08-09T07:05:00.002-04:002008-08-09T07:37:52.522-04:00

Trying to explain what I didn't like about the job I just left, I used the following analogy:Last night, we were waiting for the steaks from the bbq and we had taken out larger than usual plates to accommodate them. I said: Yseult, can you give me the large plates please? Ha, they are not ready? Hmmm, you had promised them for 6:00 o'clock. They will be ready in another 30 minutes? Well, the

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-71213617455169937082008-08-05T19:33:00.002-04:002008-08-05T20:01:28.750-04:00

Soljenitsyne's death brings me back decades ago. My recollections are fuzzy but I remember that my father was deeply moved by his books. Seeing as his Gulag Archipelago was published in 1973, I cannot imagine I read it at the tender age of 10... I remember sleeping on the floor - or was it wanting to? - in an attempt to commiserate with the terrible fate of those who battled against all that

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-66986874493765850762008-07-27T06:19:00.004-04:002008-08-02T14:52:23.815-04:00

I've been meaning to write this blog for a long time but I keep forgetting. This morning it happened again and I was spurred into action. Sometimes when you are trying to post a comment, you have to pass a security test to avoid spams. There are some "dirty" or garbled letters you have to copy into a text field. It can be a mix of numbers and letters - either way, they are ineligible to a machine

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-41352566344395805322008-07-26T08:42:00.002-04:002008-07-26T09:00:49.940-04:00

Weather was never much of a topic for me. I usually get annoyed with people who are "obsessed" with weather. For me, it is what it is. The weather does not have much impact on my life, perhaps because I have retreated indoors much of the time. This year is a different matter. This year we are getting vegetables from a local farmer. The vegetables are not as plentiful as we were hoping because it`

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-36691505292839443492008-07-25T10:11:00.002-04:002008-07-25T10:24:56.836-04:00

The Old Man - that's Me. This has been a weird week. I spent most of it sleeping, recovering it seems from all those sleepless nights. And as it has been raining a lot, I haven't feel compelled to spend time outside. The Tour de France has kept company in the mornings and I have been steadily reading The Historian all week. I finished it last night to my regret. It was such a well-crafted,

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-11216473819864731952008-07-19T06:43:00.002-04:002008-07-19T06:57:02.226-04:00

No spoiler alert here. We won't be talking about the movie but rather of those things that go boum! in the night.With all the high winds and storms we've had in the past few days, we had a few close calls. Eventually, yesterday, after a bolt of lightening split the sky in two a mighty roll of thunder and tremendous boum that sounded close, very close, ended with the lights going out. Yesterday

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-57060611877388824982008-07-10T05:58:00.002-04:002008-07-10T06:10:09.619-04:00

I have handed in my resignation (figuratively). I told my boss I was leaving and we are ironing out details as to an end date.This was an easy decision after a few short anguished nights and an epiphany of sorts. After I had taken my decision - made harder by the fact I had made some true friends back at work - I realized it was summer, there was a garden that needed tending, cyclists were

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-73302182456080710232008-07-04T05:05:00.005-04:002008-07-04T05:32:37.068-04:00

I haven`t been my usual cheery self lately. I have gotten back into old habits of hiding under the covers when stressed. And stressed I am: I have the insomnia and the clenched jaw to prove it. Of course the hardship is in my mind. The reality hasn't changed, just my perception of it. Which brings me to today`s topic: thoughts. When I direct my thoughts appropriately to the present and the

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-76012307799012149192008-06-21T03:37:00.005-04:002008-06-21T04:14:07.371-04:00

My mom used to sing us a song that I enjoyed very much. "Tout va très bien, Madame la Marquise" is the story of a rich woman who comes home to be told by her valet that apart from the fact that her favorite horse is dead, everything is well. Madame la Marquise is shocked: "What? Dead? How could that be? My favorite horse!" Well, says the valet, it happened in the fire. "What? What fire?" And

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-20955501673787979732008-05-25T19:56:00.002-04:002008-05-25T20:33:16.324-04:00

I finished reading Blindness by Nobel-prize winner Portuguese author Jose Saramago. It is a haunting book. In a rather low-key way and without moralizing, it shows human weaknesses. None of the characters have names, only descriptive characteristics. What I found puzzling was that we see what happens through the eyes of somebody who has not lost her sight.In any case, it is a tough read - ugly

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-39634491695772781952008-05-17T17:10:00.000-04:002008-05-17T17:10:47.930-04:00

Zeroscaping is the fancy word for sensible responsible landscaping. You use native plants that require very little watering. I have done a little research on Amazon and most books are written on the US West Coast for arid climates. The local books are all sold out but I am told some local landscapers can be used as consultants if you want to convert your garden to a greener shade... My friend M.

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-14749501341220719442008-05-16T20:28:00.000-04:002008-05-16T20:29:26.872-04:00

We've been sans wireless for the past two days. We get windows of opportunitues: 10 minutes here, a few seconds there. I don't know if it's because it is unavailable but I find myself longing for a connection, any connection. I accessed my emails from work but haven`t browsed the web at all. I miss my daily fix. This brings to mind my friend M. who raves about leading a simpler life. I read

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-14252481278024711332008-05-10T18:32:00.002-04:002008-05-10T18:53:20.053-04:00

I was introduced to the issue of kids' birthday parties by a friend who enlightened me on the oneupmanship going on between parents to make their kids' parties memorable. I subsequently read horror stories where parents went overboard with very expensive entertainment for a bunch of kids (we're talking thousands of dollars). On the other side of the story are parents who are reacting to that

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-87156263712226459982008-04-27T08:23:00.004-04:002008-05-01T20:28:22.049-04:00

Ha! I got this fabulous book from a friend. The 100-mile diet is a book about a couple who decides to eat, for a year, food that was grown within a 100-mile radius of their home. It is a book about food but also about the economy, evolution, ecology. The authors, both journalists, alternate the writing of chapters. The divisions follow the months, which makes sense as food is seasonal. You can

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-84100758658783984042008-04-27T08:11:00.002-04:002008-04-27T08:23:09.393-04:00

A woodpecker has decided to attack our steel Bell Mobility cell tower. His tap tap tap reverberates in the house. We can`t believe his beak will survive the attack. The noise is incredibly loud. We're thinking he will go away - there are no insects to find there. Is he brain dead? Is he the victim of an environmental disaster? What has gotten into him? We go out and chase him away.He comes back,

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-815772588794278682008-04-19T16:06:00.002-04:002008-04-19T16:19:56.361-04:00

St Peter is at the Gates of Heaven waiting to decide on the fate of the dead. He bases his decision on people's answer to: What do you know about Easter?St Peter: What do you know about Easter?Man: Easter is a time of great celebration, when the family gathers and eats turkey. I especially enjoy seeing the leaves turning, and the pumpkins!St Peter says Humrph! as he pulls a lever and sends the

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-10391777948157490602008-04-15T17:18:00.005-04:002008-04-15T17:30:58.167-04:00

I love pop psychology even more than trivia. My brother sent me an article that mentions the following experiment:Passing students are offered a choice between an expensive chocolate, a Lindt truffle, for the reduced price of 15¢, and a common chocolate, a Hershey's kiss, for 1¢. Since the Lindt truffle ordinarily costs much more than 15¢, a solid majority choose that option. But when the price

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-49848134378074847012008-03-30T07:39:00.004-04:002008-03-30T08:09:13.024-04:00

The candles are lit. Flashlight in hand, we make our way to the living room where we got a roaring fire going in the fireplace. We settle in to read quietly for the next hour or so, in voluntary observance of Earth hour.It is a peculiar feeling to forego the luxury of light when no power outage forces you to do so. We went about an hour of our evening with no electricity. Because it is done

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-91781817844281388012008-03-23T17:42:00.003-04:002008-03-23T17:59:39.250-04:00

1- I want the hurt to go away. I keep forgetting my leg is mending. I am reminded as I put weight on it, or twist it, or bang it softly against furniture or lift it in a certain way.2- Purple Rain, purple rain. I just spent part of the afternoon going through UTube videos because I didn't know who sang Do Wah Diddy (Manfred Mann, so you won't have to suffer) and went on listening to their other

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-26839023250334291652008-03-13T18:57:00.005-04:002008-03-13T20:30:35.636-04:00

I finally went to the Emergency room because the pain in my ankle was migrating to other parts of my body as it was compensating for the fracture. Yes, fracture. I broke my fibula. I always thought a broken bone would bring excruciating pain so I am glad to have learned that I can bear the pain of a broken bone (and even function somewhat) . If you like trivia, the kind doctor who looked after me

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-76497599700072177802008-03-09T09:28:00.002-04:002008-03-09T09:33:23.139-04:00

The best part of blogging is finding inspiring titles.I found $20 on the ground the other day and I realized that doesn't happen to me much anymore. As a kid, it seems I was always finding money. I have a few hypotheses why this doesn't happen anymore:a- Credit cardsb- People are more concerned with money so they keep an eye out for itc- My vision is not as keen as before ; )What do you think?

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-70404715027073303052008-03-08T07:26:00.003-05:002008-03-08T07:36:43.851-05:00

Vicki left a comment in my previous post about the animals they have in Barrhaven (rabbits and skunks) so I figured I would treat you with another beautiful picture, this one of a barred owl (we only saw it once but what a treat that was). Yeah, I love living in the countryside.

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-70158170408368433362008-03-05T09:04:00.004-05:002008-03-05T09:31:30.845-05:00

Somebody dropped three bales of hay on the road in front of our house. They were scattered and we didn't want the deer to start eating it on the road (they cross the road in that area) so we brought them back behind the house, and to our surprise, we had quite a few guests coming to eat at our buffet. All the snow this winter must have made it difficult for them - hopefully the free lunch will

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-12279281677434678602008-03-04T10:17:00.003-05:002008-03-04T10:36:47.077-05:00

Years ago, while living in Montreal, I sprained my ankle on an uneven sidewalk, ending my "career" in karate. Ever since, if I lose my footing, the same ankle always volunteers to get sprained. And so, yet again, I am immobilized because of a fall (always a stupid, avoidable fall). Yesterday, I did not mind missing work, but today I am already dreading the long day ahead. I am trying to make

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-90701142765539088582008-02-12T20:12:00.001-05:002008-02-16T16:27:46.906-05:00

In the paper recently, there was a fascinating article on permanent smiles in Japan. Pushing the logic to extremes, this extremely competitive nation is forcing customer-facing staff to keep a permanent smile on their faces. The problem - apart from the physical pain - is that they can't wipe the smile off their faces when they go home.It seems that forcing yourself to smile non-stop can lead to

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-2555083701306375212008-02-10T18:36:00.000-05:002008-02-10T18:39:37.027-05:00

I read two articles in The Citizen today. The top half of the page was an article remembering the Maharashi yogi that the Beatles hung out with in 1968. He died last week at the age of 91. Peace and love (and greed).The bottom part of the page was an article on the latest Rambo and what it says about the American public. The juxtaposition made me smile.

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-34698474085607152132008-02-10T18:31:00.001-05:002008-02-10T18:36:26.611-05:00

From a chartered bus, I looked down on a square that has a number of sculptures. They are life-sized depictions of heroic Canadians (Laura Secord, for example). They are not on pedestals - the idea being to make them approachable. You can look at them eye-to-eye.A homeless man was standing in front of one of the bronzes, staring at his face.I stared at the man, wondering what he was thinking.I

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-19209633810700513062008-02-02T07:26:00.000-05:002008-02-02T07:36:46.139-05:00

We're going through an acquisition at work. I get to compare with the previous situation I was in. See how this company does. They have tons of experience and a staff a thousand strong dedicated to acquisitions, so my expectations are high. Up to now, they are doing swell:- keeping new staff informed but not overwhelmed with irrelevant info- sending emails with practical suggestions- centralized

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-68721491569456189362008-01-23T21:44:00.000-05:002008-01-23T21:55:14.212-05:00

We were discussing how difficult it now is to buy staples at a grocery store. There is new-found angst at buying bread and milk because of the myriad choices there are. I came up with a brilliant solution. At the entrance, there could be a "grocery consultant" to help you make your choices. He or she would ask questions about your household and values and indicate what would be appropriate for

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-52285699694882098502008-01-09T22:02:00.000-05:002008-01-09T22:14:57.239-05:00

A colleague put up one of these motivational posters with the beautiful picture and inspirational text. Except, when I looked more closely, the picture of all those hands stretching out of business suits as an imitation of the knights cry of "All for One and One for All!" actually said: "Meetings: None of us is as dumb as all of us" in a pretty font.I wished I had had that idea myself. Laughing,

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-64845064598231412892007-12-29T12:14:00.000-05:002007-12-29T12:58:07.194-05:00

For the first time in years, I went shopping on Boxing Day. We saw ads for great electronics and wanted in. I left at 9:00 with some trepidation. I had chosen an out-of-the-way venue, deciding the store would be unpopular and as deserted as could be. By the time I arrived (after circling a bit in the one-way streets), it was 9:45 and the store was quiet with just a few cars in the parking lot. I

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-10136525768372110712007-12-11T16:26:00.000-05:002007-12-11T16:46:48.261-05:00

I am starting a new job on Monday. My contract ran out Nov 30 and I was offered a permanent full-time position this week. Yay! I love that place! I will be heading over tomorrow to sign the papers. That's a mighty nice Christmas present.Speaking of... I spent a bit of time shopping and what nice things there are out there! I really ought to go out more!My to-do list is shrinking nicely:- create

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-84718078301919013092007-12-05T17:19:00.000-05:002007-12-05T17:37:13.337-05:00

I went to the post office to retrieve a parcel. It seems I end up going every week to pick up something or mail something. It's that time of the year. I went in the afternoon, since I was home,and had to wait in line (I usually rush on my way back home, tired and hungry). It was nice to wait leisurely in line. I don't shop much and would rather not buy than wait in line, unless I am reading a

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-38210303857211676962007-12-02T02:15:00.001-05:002007-12-02T02:37:56.489-05:00

My contract at The Company is over and I have a bit of time before I start again over there (either full-time or as a replacement for a mat leave). Those of you who have worked with me won't be in the least surprised to hear I have created a To-Do List for my off-time:- create and send Christmas cards- create and wrap Christmas presents- lunch with friends- practice the Secret- read Pullman's

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-48960216596693718292007-11-18T01:55:00.000-05:002007-11-18T02:16:25.397-05:00

The other day I had to evaluate a bunch of texts that had been machine-translated. The intent was to evaluate if for some highly technical, reasonably short, self-contained texts, machine translation (MT, for short) was acceptable. I did sentence-by-sentence analyses which brought to light a number of interesting conclusions:- there are elements that are not translated. From one language to the

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-8884634183953716122007-11-18T01:20:00.000-05:002007-11-18T01:55:50.703-05:00

Ok, so the title is already taken, but it's a fine one.I will tell you about one little revelation: willpower. I realized this past month that what matters is not competence as much as the will to do. This quality I think is the one that guarantees things will get done. There are variants to this truth: they have to do with faith. "If you build it, they will come." And come they do.Looking around

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-52221588232243075122007-10-28T20:51:00.000-04:002007-10-28T21:01:07.813-04:00

So here's the thing: you can predict the weather basd on a caterpillar's colour. Not any caterpillar though. The fuzzy orange and black ones. See, the head is orange, the body black and the tail orange. The amount of black on the body indicates the dryness. You start counting in the Spring, presumably when it is born. If most of the caterpillar is orange, you're getting wet. I am not sure if you

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-86695473898235850212007-10-18T06:24:00.000-04:002007-10-18T06:48:35.732-04:00

As a rule, I don't blog about work. Today will be the exception. I started working outside my home in mid-July, as we realized Minuit was quite sick. He passed away a week later and I didn't blog for the next two months though I could have found the time. I just couldn't think of anything interesting to write about.I had been meaning to work at The Company ever since I was laid off from my

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-38204400029332098412007-09-29T11:26:00.000-04:002007-09-29T11:29:38.797-04:00

I have worked in corporations alongside tech writers for over 15 years (gasp). I always heard that using humor in technical texts is quite risky and should be avoided. Here is a case in point, taken from the label on my conditioner (yes, I read everything):Directions: Try to contain your laughter. Work conditioner through clean, damp hair. Rinse and commence laughter.Can somebody explain?

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-78008585129160361112007-09-25T20:15:00.000-04:002007-09-25T21:28:26.354-04:00

I just finished reading The Secret, a book that gives advice on how to live better. I incorporated a few of the ideas in my life. One of them is to write daily things that happened for which you are grateful. A friend of mine has been doing it for two years just as a general morale booster. I always thought it was a good idea - for her. I bought myself a notebook and started writing a few days

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-31473903685513769972007-09-16T16:16:00.000-04:002007-09-16T16:40:37.293-04:00

Minuit died on July 24. I used to write to Paul's mom as though I were Minuit and, since he died, I send her "extracts from his diary". She asked us if we thought he had been a human being reborn into a dog, which sparked a discussion later between Yseult and me when she mentioned that exchange to me. I told Yseult that I did not think it was possible to reincarnate into anything other than a

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-1151731116959032902007-07-14T17:49:00.001-04:002007-07-14T18:09:50.384-04:00

I don't know why recipes are so hard to follow (see Twist: Technical Writing for another embarrassing example). Last time I baked a cake, I put too much sugar. Sometimes, if the ingredient is indented I don't see it (I tend not to read titles in red, either). This time, the ingredients were not listed in a logical manner (my logic) and the instructions were vague (it was a recipe transcribed, no

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-10066365036212918732007-07-11T18:06:00.000-04:002007-07-11T18:27:28.106-04:00

I was over at a friend's last week-end. He owns a store and was telling us about the new goods he had recently purchased. We got to talking about the cool umbrellas he carries (Yseult loves umbrellas) and he left the room and came back with a promo one. It features the polar caps and it looks really, really good. He got ready to open it and I suddenly felt uncomfortable "Surely he's not going to

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-46038705430049244902007-07-09T21:19:00.000-04:002007-07-09T21:24:16.070-04:00

For all the threats in the newspapers, there was no animosity displayed between the lawn chairs (cordoned off on the side) and the dancers. I had never been to a show where you can text messages on the big screen. It was a big part of the entertainment.... I taped that just for the fun of using the video feature on my phone...I didn't enjoy the music as much as I did the CDs, which is a shame. I

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-79594642556674613962007-07-07T16:20:00.000-04:002007-07-07T16:22:34.956-04:00

I changed camp this year and joined the lawn chair gang at the Blues fest. I'm not going to go and explain why I did that, I just did. Now I am dreading going to the concert, in fear I will be spat on and generally booed at. I will wear dark glasses and my very fast sneakers and hope I get through this ordeal without any permanent scars.Keep your fingers crossed - I am hoping for rain to dampen

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-68191915204634535552007-07-02T07:51:00.000-04:002007-07-03T21:21:40.549-04:00

Bear with me: I made up a riddle for Canada Day, but did not find the answer to it until today. What's red and white and moves?It's me, walking with my new cell phone. The phone is white and has a red (detachable) faceplate. Spiffy! We bought it on Friday, I took pictures (yay) with it Saturday and I read the instruction manual (gasp! I hope you tech writers out there are proud of me) online

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-2932100641612397932007-06-24T21:04:00.000-04:002007-06-24T21:15:21.660-04:00

Today is saint-Jean-Baptiste day but it felt like any other day, here in Ontario, apart from an article in the Citizen (of all places - they are usually not too francophile) talking about 41 reasons to rejoice at the Saint-Jean-Baptiste and sending greetings to "have a good one". For the first since I moved here in 1990, I felt a little saddened by that fact. That was my warm and fuzzy feeling

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-73521546419593474662007-06-23T21:07:00.000-04:002007-06-23T21:19:39.231-04:00

I hit another "grandma smell" yesterday. I tended to the tomato patch, nipping off the little suckers that, well, suck out the plants energy and divert it to branches with no flowers (hence, no fruits, later on). The green smell I had on my hands so vividly called upon my grandma. We used to tend her vegetable patch together - she grew lots of tomatoes, green and yellow beans and... really, I

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-5314443605039492012007-06-17T20:15:00.000-04:002007-06-17T20:21:00.502-04:00

My Dad loves trees. When I was too young to go to church, I would go just for the pleasure of his company. We would walk to church and he would name all the trees we passed by and tell me about them. He still goes to church. I live in the countryside, surrounded by trees.Thanks for sharing your love of Nature with me, Dad. Happy Father's Day.

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-23749942940324031872007-06-12T15:05:00.000-04:002007-06-13T06:58:59.960-04:00

For summer reading, I recommend "Heat". That's not true, though it's all about being very hot (think polar caps melting), it is not a light, fun read. On the contrary, it talks about the very serious issue of global warming. Between this and a thriller, Heat is scarier. It is also a "dry" read (no pun intended) and a slow one because of the topic. I am not done but will start commenting on Heat

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-78809465973295894572007-06-03T12:33:00.000-04:002007-06-03T12:47:31.764-04:00

It seems a lot of fans believe that what they do influences the outcome of the game (for those not paying attention, I am talking about the hockey finals for the Stanley Cup between the Senators and the Ducks).I heard first- or second-hand stories of magical thinking told by the most balanced people. For example: "Don't yell at them (the Senators), you will destroy their confidence." Or "If I pay

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-61234092948175105982007-05-23T12:53:00.000-04:002007-05-23T13:08:53.683-04:00

I just came across this wonderful blog of this American student living in Beijing. She writes about her experience there and she is funny and writes so well she puts me to shame. In one of her posts, she mentions a "translation" by Ezra Pound. The word translation never applies when it comes to Pound because he was so innovative and creative in his work that they were really another creation

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-29788095807367146402007-05-21T10:57:00.000-04:002007-05-21T11:07:25.477-04:00

That's how it feels to be back amongst the living. I knew as soon as I awoke that I was better. My head was not as woozy and my ears were almost unplugged and the slight headache was only present when I blew my nose. Two days ago I almost posted a blog on breathing - I knew only the absence of it at that time and was longing to breathe through my nose. I had a nanosecond of panic when I thought I

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-78411127622585569602007-05-19T21:57:00.000-04:002007-05-19T22:37:58.322-04:00

Started a new cold. Finished a book* (yeah, they are related items: reading keeps me still.) My other brother is showing off his latest works both at the Galerie Graff in Montreal (I couldn't find my brother's name there so there's not much point in going - as well their site is still under construction - the English link doesn't work yet) and at the Musée de Joliette in, well, Joliette, starting

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-37861785835580517412007-05-13T10:57:00.000-04:002007-05-13T11:08:57.487-04:00

Dandelions have taken over the backyard. So how do we respond to the invasion? Depending on who you are:a) You take pictures - and rant about the fact that busloads come to see tulips but no one bothers with dandelions. You just hate discrimination...b) You cut them and bring them to the banks of the creek. You seed them in the hopes they will fight erosion.c) You harvest them and macerate them

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-85617705173168550932007-05-13T10:51:00.000-04:002007-05-13T10:54:38.964-04:00

We never ate grapes when I was a kid.Years later, as I was grocery shopping with my Mom, she told me that she had lifted her boycott when apartheid in South Africa was finally officially over. I was puzzled. She explained that the grapes came from South Africa and she did not want to fund apartheid. So she fought apartheid by denying them her money.One woman standing up to apartheid. I am proud

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-30623139322002998912007-05-11T21:57:00.000-04:002007-05-11T21:58:32.524-04:00

Spring has sprung a thousand leavesin shades of light and tender greensSpring has sprung a thousand colorsfrom daffodils to trilliums galoreSpring has sprung a thousand songsCreeks and frogs and birdsSpring has sprung a thousand fliesA buffet set for one and all

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-13512179199221619832007-05-08T21:27:00.000-04:002007-05-08T21:36:22.133-04:00

I had this interesting conversation last night with a friend from Montreal who was puzzled by how our "realities" differ. She was engrossed in the debate of the French candidates and I was busy cheering the Sens. The Habs did not make the playoffs so , basically, hockey season is over in Quebec. On to other things. That is just the latest in a series of disconnects we have been experiencing. It

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-69220659003623341502007-05-07T17:45:00.000-04:002007-05-07T20:32:41.086-04:00

I went looking for inspiration on my favorite blogs and am back here, clueless.I had a vague idea of talking about the close race in France for the election of the first female President of the Republic and make parallels with Hillary Clinton's race...but I figured, what do I know? It would not be a factual analysis, just me and my prejudices in favour of women in power. What's the point, really?

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-76351125745946135452007-05-06T21:23:00.000-04:002007-05-06T21:34:16.491-04:00

I was reluctant to start assembling the bar-b-q with Paul because my previous experience with assembling something with metal was mounting the snowblower on a tractor. Do they even test the instructions? Anyway - the instructions for the bar-b-q were strictly illustrated - no text whatsoever. If everybody were so clever, translators would roam the streets begging.But - needless to say - they are

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-88387411859790994902007-05-05T19:07:00.000-04:002007-05-05T19:22:10.025-04:00

The point of blogging is to write, right? In my case, I want to share news with friends and family I don't often see. I haven't been writing much for fun lately and I want to get back to it so I decided I would blog every day because I lurk at this one blog just cause the guy writes everyday. I like the variety. I figure if you stuck with me so far, I should at least make an effort. So I will

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-69960482009258221192007-04-28T09:47:00.000-04:002007-04-28T10:13:13.072-04:00

I used to have a little zen garden at work, complete with sand, rocks and a little rake. I would come in in the morning and reflect on how I was feeling, then trace my design for the day. It was a fun thing to do and my colleagues who dropped by would sometimes offer creations of their own.Now the funny thing is, a colleague I didn't like produced a garden absolutely not to my taste. After seeing

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-59892991982236246122007-04-26T11:50:00.000-04:002007-04-26T12:10:37.546-04:00

We had a blast last night at the Tech Rocks watching the performance of Adobe's The Soul Attractions. The guys and gals were great if you judge by the reaction of the crowd (lots of Soul Attraction tees out there) but the judges went for "rockier" bands.Unfortunately, I didn't stay for the whole show this time around: there were seven bands in all. Nevertheless, I hear the level of competition

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-33777009205005028852007-04-16T07:32:00.000-04:002007-04-16T07:50:16.376-04:00

This is what we woke up to today. April 16. What kind of a joke is this anyway? The stoic Canadian is turning into the weary Canadian.Bring on summer already...

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-19647282080572036392007-04-15T15:54:00.000-04:002007-04-15T16:10:52.809-04:00

Two of my best friends are participating in Ottawa's Tech Rocks as part as the Adobe Systems band "The Soul Attractions". For those not in the know, this is an annual event showcasing Ottawa's tech talents. Bands from local tech companies compete for fun and a chance to win a recording deal.We're going to size up the competition next Wednesday (details here) and of course I will be cheering them

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-73229898892882047032007-04-08T12:32:00.000-04:002007-04-08T12:34:45.992-04:00

Yseult and Minuit went for a walk and saw bunny tracks around the house. THis has never happened before. They end in fron of the house (I guess he was looking for the door). Lo and behold, this morning we had a little basket with chocolate animals - an owl, a cat and a bunny! SweetHave yourselves a heppy Easter!

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-17725989953253323492007-04-05T10:15:00.000-04:002007-04-05T10:19:28.089-04:00

My head will shortly explode. It's when you can't breathe that you realize how precious breathing really is.Man, I miss the good old days when I could keep my mouth close and breathe through my nose. Tell me they will come back? Actually, maybe the people around me will miss the good old days when I was breathing through my mouth and not talking so much... Le bonheur des uns...So - just wanted to

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-39302062876975360302007-04-01T11:00:00.000-04:002007-04-01T11:04:07.131-04:00

My cousin gave me a book on Pilates exercises with a ball - I will give it a try because:Ckeaking kneesGoing downCreaking stairsMinuit smells good on cold nights when he comes in from outside:Winter smellBare feet under Cold fur

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-54939589968951532192007-03-25T11:16:00.000-04:002007-03-25T11:40:34.543-04:00

How often have you been looking for things that end up having been under your nose the whole time?I am talking about disappearing utensils and clothes.We once misplaced a lawn mower for several weeks in the summer time. It had hidden amongst the bikes, its chrome handle blending anonymously amongst the chrome handles of the bikes. I saw a short movie (I think it was in the Twilight Zone series)

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-71393269465797393492007-03-23T06:54:00.000-04:002007-03-23T07:27:07.796-04:00

I just read another article on weddings on July 7 of this year (7-7-07). I have a numbers story of my own on crossword puzzles.We bought a little crossword puzzles booklet a while back which one of us would pick up and play with. Somebody else would finish it. Then we started working in collaboration with one person saying the definition out loud and the other chiming in to help. But it wasn't

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-58059386220333062022007-03-13T06:58:00.000-04:002007-03-13T07:05:08.394-04:00

I want to tell you about a funny dream I had last night...I was in a school cafeteria with current friends and this guy I don't know is coming on to me. I give him the brush off. He looks really upset and goes to eat by himself at another table, turning his back to me and my friends. My friend M. comes along, looks at the guy, looks at me, and says: "Why aren't we eating with him?" I look at him,

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-69833620749992011802007-03-11T09:35:00.000-04:002007-03-11T09:43:22.624-04:00

Frost on the window as I let Minuit out the door.I wonder if this could become an ephemeral art form? Artists get together and throw/drip/draw shapes on a glass surface in extreme cold and try and rival with each other... As the temperatures drop, the art evolves. There could be "cold" museums, where the art is stored at set temperatures. You need to take into account the heat generated by the

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-6042027779459099102007-03-10T05:52:00.000-05:002007-03-10T06:57:35.701-05:00

On the subject of legacy, my grandmother showed me how to find lost things: Stop looking. Sit. Think back to when you last saw the object and play back the reel until the answer comes to you. Be patient! Resist the urge to get up and look for it as soon as you have an idea (I had trouble with that last one). If all else fails, pray to St. Anthony (I had to look it up on this site because I

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-48449781766837254912007-03-09T12:47:00.001-05:002007-03-09T13:05:50.668-05:00

This blog was inspired by Ms. Hedda's blog. As a kid, I would linger at my grandmother's side as she got ready for the day. She would put a moisturizer on her face and I came to associate the smell of Noczema with her. She only smelled briefly of it as she applied it and the smell faded as the day wore on, but those intimate moments, where she joked around with me where the best.Touch: Sometimes,

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-81623468386659590362007-03-08T10:23:00.000-05:002007-03-08T10:30:47.669-05:00

March 8 for me is a very special day - it's my brother's birthday. We got to tease him with the appropriate "Happy Women's Day" uh, I mean "birthday". When we were kids, my mom bought me and my brother presents to give my other brother (and like that for each kid). We would wake up with a wrapped gift to give our sibling. So we ended up being as excited on our birthday as on our siblings' because

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-14137597033821320612007-03-05T20:59:00.000-05:002007-03-05T21:14:55.657-05:00

I have been too busy lately to enjoy my new hobby: scrapbooking! Who would have thought I would enjoy it so much? I was never too keen on arts classes. I never really had inspiring ideas that made me enthusiastic about projects. Nor was I particularly praised for my efforts. I was pretty much average, though I did not dislike the activity. What was my surprise then to discover this new passion. I

Sleepwalkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641710.post-54852662433266914932007-02-20T21:28:00.000-05:002007-02-20T22:24:51.565-05:00

Also known as prosopagnosia (from the Greek prosopon meaning "word", "a" not, and "gnosia" knowledge) = I have trouble recognizing faces. Here is an explanation I found on one of the sites that might give you an understanding f what that means: "People who are "tone deaf" are not deaf to tones. They can hear tones, they just can't tell them apart. People who are "color blind" can see things that

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