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Halifax, 2004.07.03

This morning my girlfriend and I went to the market. I brought along an extra pair of my shoes in my backpack because I'd heard that there was a guy at the market who makes custom shoes. But we couldn't find him.

In the end, we wound up stuffing the "organic chicken" (yeah, right) into the external zip compartment of my backpack, and the carrost in another....

The meal that night was delicious. Fresh carrost are so much better than "the usual" kind you get at teh grocery store. Dead ones, I mean. The fresh ones from this morning reminded me of growing up on the farm.

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.