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the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Tokyo, 2008.08.05

I got home tonight, soaked and exhausted from the simple commute home. I wasn't even cycling.

So I figured that I might as well move Mari's piano into the living room. It's been tucked away in the baby's bedroom since we moved in, but I wanted it to be available for her to actually use the thing.

Two screwdrivers and thirty minutes later it was done, both of us by then sweating and panting. And only one ding on a door and one scratch on the piano to show for our efforts.

rand()m quote

On the endless saga of Rob Ford, mayor of Toronto; "It shouldn't have had to come to this. I'm so tired of getting up every morning and wondering, 'What will it be today?' I'm so tired of giving the benefit of the doubt again and again, only to be let down again and again.... Somewhere a responsible adult has to appear, draw a bright moral line, tell the truth and say unequivocally what won't be tolerated. Somebody has to do the right thing."

—Denzil Minnan-Wong