Archive for July, 2013
Markarian’s Chain is a stretch of galaxies that forms part of the Virgo Cluster. It is called a chain because, when viewed from Earth, the galaxies lie along a smoothly curved line. It was named after the Armenian astrophysicist, Benjamin E. Markarian, who discovered their common motion in the early 1960s.
The galaxies are said to be in a smooth, curved line making them appear to be connected in a chain. Located about 70 million light-years away, the Virgo cluster is a large collection of some 2,000 galaxies that dominate our part of the universe. A light-year is the distance light travels in one year, or about 6 trillion miles (10 trillion kilometers).
If a dog was your teacher,
these are some of the lessons you might learn…
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face,
to be pure ecstasy
When it’s in your best interest,
Let others know when they’ve invaded your territory
Take naps and stretch before rising
Run romp and play daily
Thrive on attention and let people touch you
Avoid biting, when a simple growl will do
On warm days stop to lie on your back on the grass
On hot days drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree
When you’re happy dance around and wag your entire body
No matter how often you’re scolded,
don’t buy into the guilt thing and pout,
run right back and make friends
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Recently I’ve talked a lot about my experiences with recuperating from a neck injury. During one of these experiences with my acupuncturist, Stephanie, we were talking about the lovely Chi. Stephanie asked if Chi had ever received acupuncture. Of course! What self-respecting Chinese dog has not, especially with one with a name like Chi?
It happened about 5 years ago.
Chi, like many pugs, gets excitable at times. He’s not always the most graceful. Occasionally, he’ll trundle into serious trouble. On this particular day, he was playing with a stuffed ball on an elastic band. And he’d shake, and shake, and whack himself in the head with it. Over and over he would repeat this with no ill effect. He was really getting into it that day. He took one careless step, fell forward, and slammed headfirst into a wooden tv cart.
Poor baby cried, and snuffled, and was…
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Much has been said about the surroundings of Saint-Rémy – the startling archeological remains of Glanum on its outskirts, the tranquil beauty of the Hospital of Saint Paul de Mausole, and the incredible beauty of nearby Les Baux – but I have said very little about the little town of Saint-Rémy itself. And it would be unfair not to give this little Provençal gem its fair mention, even though, as perhaps the photos below will demonstrate, the beauty of this town is better illustrated through photos than words.
For Saint-Rémy is one of those picture-perfect little towns about which the guidebooks rave, and the midwinter daydreamer, wrapped up against the cold, can only dream: A town of only 8 or 9 main streets, each winding around a charming central square with a trickling fountain at its centre, and a single local café covering the old cobbles with tables and umbrellas…
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Money is much beloved by tech companies and major websites, yet it is hardly the most important thing for them. What glitters most brightly is not gold, but information. Granted, unlike in the case of love (forgive the joke), money can actually buy a great deal of information – as the acquisition of smaller social network sites (and the like) by larger companies illustrates. When Yahoo! bought Tumblr the former company bought a lot of information (and cat pictures) likewise when Facebook bought Instagram it bought a lot of information (and self portraits taken with smart phones), and when Amazon bought Goodreads it got a lot of, well, you see where this is going.
As tech/web companies battle for more control of the Internet and what people do on the Internet one of the main things they compete for is more information (and increasingly many are tech and web companies…
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The day has finally come.
I am now an Important Person.
It may sound like I’ve taken a spirituality course called ‘The Importance of Being’, but I haven’t. Neither have I read a self-help book that says ‘every person plays an important role in this world’ or any of that hogwash.
I know because I now get e-mail. And that’s because of WordPress.
Until I joined WordPress, my inbox remained eerily empty. I did occasionally get emails from some very nice people offering me medicines to cure my pattern baldness, but since I do not suffer from that ailment, I was forced to write back, saying that, while I did not have any need for such medicines at that particular moment, I was deeply appreciative of their campaign against premature balding and I sincerely hoped that their efforts would be rewarded in the future.
Other than this, and a few…
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Visiting family in Toronto this weekend I was introduced to fresh garlic flowers!
My sister in law created a braided strand for us to bring back to Montreal- my husband was not impressed by the smell however we did not have to worry about a vampire attack on the drive home. 🙂
I love the smell and taste of these little bulbs and was excited to create something to showcase there delicious yet subtle taste.
As you can tell from my last few posts I’m loving the zucchini noodle pasta!
1 Cup Tomato Sauce (I used some frozen sauce I had leftover from a larger batch)
2-3 Basil Leaves
2 Garlic Flower Heads
1/2 Teaspoon Coconut Oil
Shaved Greens from the Garlic Stalk- for Garnish (use a regular peeler)
Step 1– Spirlize or slice your zucchini into noodle size strips and line on a…
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Bits and pieces of essays that I have written over the years…
There is something very mysterious about a woman’s past. It really does not matter who the woman is–princess or prostitute, the chances of her having some scandal lurking in the shadows of years left behind are high–higher than you will think at first glance, or even after first touch. Most women are masters of disguise and secrecy; wiping away all traces of anything truly haunting on their first try. It is easy to speculate, force together puzzle pieces of broken dreams and dead-end relationships, but if there is something that she deems unnecessary to bring to posterity, she will leave it in the dust of a torn-up memory lane.
Lovers’ flaws are more pronounced the deeper into the relationship you dive. In the early days, everyone knows that it is easy to get caught up in only…
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Today at work I was told by a stranger that I was big and broad like a football player. The man then proceeded to puff up his chest and spread his arms wide laughing. Just in case I didn’t understand what he meant I guess, how very kind of him to offer visual clarification. Perhaps it was the shocked look on my face and inability to find words that gave him the impression I may have needed further exposition. That silence didn’t last long mind you, and as the clouds of disbelief in what this stranger had just said quickly dissipated, they gave way to a retort along the lines of, “you’d better shut your mouth now and leave before I toss you out like an actual football player.” However quick my response was though, that was still how my day started, mildly horrified that this man had felt the…
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