journal features

Blake's journal

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Calgary, 2002.04.07

A former colleague from my time at i7 (who said, when we gathered on his last day at the firm, to send him off, that he "would not miss the place"), has started a journal of his own. He's English, he's amusing, he's Blake! He's a budding journalist, which seems to mean he has to bone up on his drunken escapades (certainly a qualification for Canadian journalism, from what I remember), so he has a number of entertaining entries. He's always packing in his work on the journal because he's pissing off his mates with his raw entries, but he can never seem to resist.

rand()m quote

Meaning is not something you stumble across, like the answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your life. You build it out of your own past, out of your affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed on to you, out of your own talent and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something. The ingredients are there. You are the only one who can put them together into that unique pattern that will be your life. Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you. If it does, then the particular balance of success or failure is of less account.

—John Gardner