journal features

no, 28 is 28

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Toronto, 2012.06.05

We didn't get the apartment we wanted, so my commute will stay what it is.

A shame, but we can keep trying. Though with the August 1 date past us, we'd be looking at Sep 1 which is cutting things mighty close for Kenny's school year.

P.S. The property management agency didn't bother to call or email us telling us that the place had been taken. And when I called them at 18:00 tonight the fellow gave me the news and hung up on me. Keep it classy, Toronto!

rand()m quote

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.

—Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.