Mythos & Marginalia

life notes; flaws and all

j.g. lewis

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A thought du jour, my daily breath includes collected and conceived observations, questions of life, fortune cookie philosophies, reminders, messages of peace and simplicity, unsolicited advice, inspirations, quotes and words that got me thinking. They may get you thinking too . . .

Mondays are just young Fridays

It wasn’t about age; it is still about the music.
   I, and an almost-full arena, took in a spectacular concert last night as The Who played Toronto.
   Augmented by a full orchestra, the timeless British band gave us two hours of absolute magic; full of the sonic glory you expect from guys who have, at several points in history, proved that rock and roll is what it is.
   The Who could have spent the evening simply trotting out a career’s worth of hits, but instead opened with a string of compositions from the rock opera Tommy. Later in the night we were treated to a solid set from Quadrophenia. Both albums go well back into the ‘70s.
   Of course they played, and played well, the songs that many people know more from the CSI television series, but several of the big hits where left out (they did not play I Can See For Miles my absolute favourite song ever), but that was okay. Last night was all about the music.
   I’ve long considered The Who to be mostly about Pete Townshend, the guitarist who wrote much of the band’s catalogue. Now, at 77 years of age, Townshend is still in fine form. But so is lead singer and front man Roger Daltry, 78, singing and screaming in a manner that defies age.
   I’ve seen the band a couple of times in my lifetime, and chances are I will not have the opportunity to see them again. This may be The Who’s last tour, but then Townshend said he would quit touring in 1982.
   So there is hope, and there is still the music.

10/03/2022                                                                     j.g.l.


Giving Into Time

Gardens across the city are looking tired.

The flowers and foliage have for months been growing, blooming, celebrating the glorious sunshine and making our days on this big, beautiful planet ever more enjoyable.

But, come October, even the most curated gardens and manicured lawns are showing signs of wear and tear from the dipping nocturnal temperatures, lack of rain, care, or even neglect.

The cycle from spring, through summer, and now autumn, becomes more obvious each day. Daisies, Black-eyed Susan, Echinacea, once-boastful geraniums and hydrangeas are giving into time.

I can’t even find a dahlia anywhere.

Our landscape is getting darker.

The colours of flowers we count on to fill our lives will soon only be available in photographs, florist shops, or bouquets of the day at the market. We take it wherever we can, whenever we can, but we will wait patiently for next year’s gardens to bring back the everyday joy as the cycle will begin once again.

10/02/2022                                                                            j.g.l.

Truth and Reconciliation

comes at a cost

those who have already paid

the process

takes time

takes even longer


In Canada, September 30 marks the National Day for Truth and Reconciliation. This day honours the Survivors of residential schools, the children who never returned home, and their families and communities.
Orange Shirt Day is an indigenous-led grassroots commemorative day intended to raise awareness of the individual, family and community inter- generational impacts of residential schools and to promote the concept of “Every Child Matters”.

09/30/2022                                                                            j.g.l.

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Until It Doesn’t

Posted on August 14, 2020 by j.g.lewis Leave a comment

Technology works: until it doesn’t.
Any technology, or anything technical or technologically required by said technology, has a life span. It seems the newer the object, the swifter the built-in obsolescence.
You have no choice of when, or where, your technology will fail you, but often it is when you are on deadline or somebody requires your assistance, or you’ve got that idea that simply has to be allowed to burn.
Sadly, more and more these days, your capabilities are reduced, or restricted, by technology.
It is how it is. Technology works until it doesn’t.
My website gassed on me the other night, right as I was about to input something for the next day. An “unexpected error” occurred and I could not get to my landing page from my dashboard.
Like most unexpected errors, I wasn’t expecting this.
Well, maybe I should have been. My hosting service had — for who knows how long — been advising my of a new version of WordPress. I had received several emails and notices reminding me of this update. And things had been “slower” for a while, but I attributed it to the fact that more and more people are working from home in my condominium and the internet is simply stressed out.
Or maybe it is that I haven’t reshuffled, or redesigned, the look of for, what, three or four years?
It was working well. Until it didn’t.
Of course, I sent late-night emails to my hosting service, and a message to this website genius who has already helped me build, and rebuild it twice, but I went to bed that night without posting anything.
I have come to learn there is no sense in worrying yourself silly over something this technical. There was nothing I could do.
By morning, the issue had somehow — magically or, at least, temporarily — resolved itself and I was able to post. Life was back to its slow but steady ways for a while anyway.
It did get me thinking about a new style, and a new look and function for this website. I’m taking it as a sign that I need to update before I am no longer relevant.

08/14/2020                                             j.g.l.

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