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the journal of Michael Werneburg

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Toronto, 2012.11.08

At the end of a long day, I missed my streetcar by about ten seconds. That was at Church and Queen. I decided I'd head east along Queen and catch the next car at the next stop, but when I got to that stop there were no cars in sight. So I went on to the next stop. And the next, and kept going until I hit the river, about two kilometers east and more than twenty minutes later.

So I took a cab.

So glad I bought a Metropass!

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.