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the journal of Michael Werneburg

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St. Catharines, 2012.08.06

I had a migraine that kept me in bed until after five in the afternoon; for once, my mother had a migraine on the same day.

It's such a rare event that we both have a bad migraine that I can't remember the last time it happened.

In the evening, when I was finally feeling (sub)human, I took the family to a ribs festival. Held in the central Montebello Park, it was .. okay. Big servings, adequately cooked, perhaps a bit late in the affair as we came on the final evening.

rand()m quote

Meaning is not something you stumble across, like the answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your life. You build it out of your own past, out of your affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed on to you, out of your own talent and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something. The ingredients are there. You are the only one who can put them together into that unique pattern that will be your life. Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you. If it does, then the particular balance of success or failure is of less account.

—John Gardner