Merriam-Webster's website allows for users to write in and suggest new definitions. Some of these are quite amusing. My favourite from today is:

Wow. Canada has more medals right now than the US. I'm not saying this gloatingly, but because....well, it never happens!

So, I will enjoy this moment while it lasts, because I feel as though it won't...hehe.


GO CANADA!!!

I've been makin' lemonade lately, folks.
And it's good.
Real good.

A Day in Banff National Park
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'How far's far?' I asked.
'It's a long, long way to run.'
He answered. Oh, right.

STEAK FOR DINNER.

I feel something streamofconsciousness coming on. I don't know--have just been thinking a lot about sundry things as of late.

It seems as though I'm a strange sort of dichotomy. On one side, I'm a very
emotional person; if I see someone in pain or crying, I am easily moved
toward emotion; I can be easily swayed toward giddyness, frustration,
anger, calm and contentment. On the other side, however, is a cold,
steeled, guarded and bitter person. Life experience brought me to this
point relatively late in life. Well, sort of, but I cannot tell the
whole story. I have been thrust into, and pulled out of, various
locations and situations, which I believe is partly responsible for
this part of me. The other reason, which I cannot go into fully, or at
all, is otherwise responsible. Let me just say that it's a terrible
thing to feel as if you're some sort of anomaly or abbheration, from
early on. Yeah. That really tears at the mind of a child. Uggh. Moving
on.

So part of my point is...I was thinking today about where my life is
going, and where it will end. Will I be able to move past this cold and
distant self, into freedom, and not push people away? Will I ever truly
make myself available and vulnerable? To some of you I am/have: some by
choice, some not.

I guess if I could change my life, and the circumstances surrounding it, I wouldn't.

But, I don't want to be one of those old men with ten cats, a bad case
of incontinence, and a deep, profound friendship with only the sofa and
the television remote.

Well the sun is surely sinking down


But the moon is slowly rising


So this old world must still be spinning 'round


And I still love you.

(Chorus)

So close your eyes


You can close your eyes, it's all right


I don't know no love songs


And I can't sing the blues anymore


But I can sing this song


And you can sing this song


When I'm gone.

I love James Taylor. His music, rather.
This song makes me miss Shawn Newby and Peter Hochstedler.

The Matador was surprisingly good. It's a Lost in Translation meets Collateral movie which shows how the lives of two complete strangers can come together in very mundane ways, only to impact each other in very extraordinary ways.

Pierce Brosnan stars as a hitman who's on the way out--literally--and Greg Kinnear co-stars as the unsuspecting businessman who crosses his path at their mutual hotel bar in Mexico City. The movie is very funny at points, but doesn't sacrifice the opportunity to be meaningful in exchange for laughs. The plot line is slightly predictable, but is so well done that it doesn't matter. Director Richard Shephard earns four stars for The Matador, ultimately a tale about true friendship and the lengths two people will go to in order to preserve it.