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Sangria in the park

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Vancouver, 2002.06.03

Had a great weekend. Charlie came on Friday, and he and Heidi and Ken and I spent the weekend enjoying the steady sunshine. Saturday, Charlie and I walked the seawall (a first for him), while Heidi did her plant ID course down in Langley. That afternoon, we drank Sangria and the park, and later (when it got dark) we went home. On Sunday, Ken even ran part of a marathon while I tried to help out with Ms Yoon's instructions to her son that he was to find a Korean wife here in the city.

No sooner was the weekend over than I had a couple of phone interviews for a contract in Calgary. Both went well, I think. They sounded like decent people to work with, which is a refreshing change. The second interview was with a techie who shared a number of my opinions on various technologies; I suppose that's an encouraging sign.

rand()m quote

Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.

—Sigmund Freud