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walking to Sears

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

Halifax, 2004.04.10

Today I went for another walk to try to pick up some things.

I went to the Sears clearance centre to have a look at some ultra-cheap casual-office-style shirts that Charlie had noticed. Unfortunately they were all of the 32-34" length in the sleeves, which is anout 3-5" too short for my gangly limbs. I had to pass up some $9 shirts, dangit.

Then I went home and finally bit the bullet on the long-standing issue of the lost beard trimmer. I decided that since the movers had coughed up some $ for the thing, I'd buy myself one online. So I did - I wound up with the recently-relabelled Philips line's closest approximation to my last one (which I think was also a Philips). I had to call their distribution wing in the 'states and place an order. $US80 (before duty). What a pain in the ass.

My last one had never shown a sign of ageing, either, and I'd had it for something like six or seven years.

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.