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kuda imports

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Toronto, 2003.12.22

Today my mum and I went shopping for a gift for my girlfriend.

She (my mum) took me to a funky place somewhere in the eastern end of the city that specializes in (mostly wooden) stuff from the far east. It's called Kuda. Check out their website; their stuff is beautiful. Anyway, I picked up a medicine box for my "Auntie" Laurie (despite her insistence that she wanted nothing) and a great mirror frame for my girlfriend.

I also managed to show the place, yet again. Everyone who sees the place in the daylight - as I first did - seems as impressed as I was when I first saw it. I don't think I'm going to wind up paying for the place for the full four months left on my lease.

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.