tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342Mon, 21 May 2012 06:20:55 +0000ovarian cystcalicoDavid SuzukibuddhismMilanDrum kitSingingKurt CobainOxford UniversityCancerAlbert EinsteinGrouse MountainJohn KennedyTerrorismDavid CassidyheritageforgivenessCanvassingAppleBenjamin FranklinelderlyDebbie GibsonHandsfreeVancouverConversationMental HealthBetty WhiteEnergyNatureBig Thunder Mountain RailroadkittenCharitable organizationFirst inauguration of Franklin D. 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RooseveltViolence and AbusedeerOil spillwhite night riotsfort rodd hillStarbuckNewslettervancouver public libraryrootsGautama BuddhaCalgary Stampedegay rightsWinter Olympic GamesWindmillCandy caneAlloy wheelperi-menopauseDictionary.comSplash Mountainland lineGarage rockcatColorectal cancerRight-wing politicsMenstrual cycleWirelessTwitterAngerGallbladderGeorge Matthew AdamsRex MurphyNew YearTechnologyHouse of CommonsFamilyDenmarkExistence of Godsan fransiscoJustin BieberSaturday Night LiveAutumn Leaves (song)NikerecordingSanta ClausElementary schoolDonationWeight lossDowntown VancouverShoppingCBCWritingMobile deviceOliver StoneRacismLeif GarrettLady GaGaReligionvictoriaDragon's DenReligion and SpiritualityTelevision stationDavid BowieIslamConspiracy theoryPolitical partyJon Kate Plus 8MuslimCD salesBroadcastingCopenhagenpoliticsCover versionPhysicscultureDocumentary filmBobby ShermanDonny OsmondYouTubePanic attackTomboyBPcanada dayAnxietyMark TwainSki jumpingNeurological DisordersiPhone 4DisneylandCompostHiggs bosonMobile phoneGardenWisdom of MenopauseSocial networkClimate changeWinter GamesiPadDeathVolkswagenConditions and DiseasesQur'anIrene Jackson from Victoria, BC in Canada.http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)Blogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-6235024534416374990Mon, 02 Apr 2012 00:44:00 +00002012-04-01T17:44:07.854-07:00 I was out for my daily walk one day last week when I suddenly heard the squeal of car tires.  The street I was walking along has parking on both sides...it's not a main thorough fair so when you're driving along it, you have to yield to cars coming in the other direction because parking on both sides of the street make it too narrow for two vehicles.  Most of the time, one or the other driver http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/MthgjZYD0Kc/no-dumping-your-crap-thank-you.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P8ZiomXRruBUlPVkfV4b3FRIt0Y/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P8ZiomXRruBUlPVkfV4b3FRIt0Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P8ZiomXRruBUlPVkfV4b3FRIt0Y/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P8ZiomXRruBUlPVkfV4b3FRIt0Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/MthgjZYD0Kc" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2012/04/no-dumping-your-crap-thank-you.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-5961644561024600116Sun, 19 Feb 2012 19:26:00 +00002012-02-19T11:26:19.450-08:00I couldn't help myself...every time one of them rushed past me panting like a bounding canine, sweat flying, ears stuffed with iPod earplugs playing music loud enough that even I could hear it, I was a little peeved. We were visiting Maui, and every morning my husband and I would walk along the board walk on Ka'anapali Beach, inevitably being met by one runner after another, sometimes couples, http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/FSdboo8qCPM/why-do-they-do-it.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)1<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/puZhqwUfMvDx_27NLkxz3B_q23Q/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/puZhqwUfMvDx_27NLkxz3B_q23Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/puZhqwUfMvDx_27NLkxz3B_q23Q/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/puZhqwUfMvDx_27NLkxz3B_q23Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/FSdboo8qCPM" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2012/02/why-do-they-do-it.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-1250271851646221777Fri, 30 Dec 2011 00:28:00 +00002011-12-29T16:28:30.085-08:00Okay, Christmas is over, the New Year is almost upon us and then it's back to work.  If you've taken any time off between Christmas and New Years, have you managed to relax at all?  I wonder :-). Most of us who are busy, busy, busy with our lives, don't know how to wind down when we actually have the chance to.  We may look forward to having some downtime, but when we actually get it, we don't http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/l7YVgtDGRPk/relax-will-ya.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UNIhhEjYFrCwxfNN5eiFWAJyayk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UNIhhEjYFrCwxfNN5eiFWAJyayk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UNIhhEjYFrCwxfNN5eiFWAJyayk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UNIhhEjYFrCwxfNN5eiFWAJyayk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/l7YVgtDGRPk" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/12/relax-will-ya.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-1810074706661382695Sun, 09 Oct 2011 17:21:00 +00002011-10-09T10:21:55.436-07:00 Back in March, I wrote an article all about my new CD, Shades of Grey, even though it was not quite ready to be put out there.  I was pretty sure that it would be released within a couple of weeks at that point.  But no. I was kind of waylaid when I was given the opportunity to compose music for a local television news program. It would be a good chance to earn some real money and I jumped at http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/mkUVRt-KcwI/is-it-ready-yet.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)1<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SNNRiylbWsXb2E-SiQt-k2MUhW4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SNNRiylbWsXb2E-SiQt-k2MUhW4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SNNRiylbWsXb2E-SiQt-k2MUhW4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SNNRiylbWsXb2E-SiQt-k2MUhW4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/mkUVRt-KcwI" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/10/is-it-ready-yet.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-3742793530717721882Sat, 10 Sep 2011 17:18:00 +00002011-09-10T10:18:19.886-07:00artistsiTunesmusicbandsCD salesIt has been a rather strange summer.  First of all, it (summer) didn't show up until about August.  Before that, it was cool, grey and sometimes rainy all the way through the spring and into July.  And although I took the month of August off from teaching, I worked all the way through it trying to come up with a new music theme for CHEK Television.  I'm very happy to have the work, but it http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/SAjcAmh0tsI/99-cents-or-nuthin.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)4<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pqP8Xy7aZ63FMV2OF-RxGnE7iiU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pqP8Xy7aZ63FMV2OF-RxGnE7iiU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pqP8Xy7aZ63FMV2OF-RxGnE7iiU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pqP8Xy7aZ63FMV2OF-RxGnE7iiU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/SAjcAmh0tsI" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/09/99-cents-or-nuthin.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-2669913074798850478Sun, 17 Jul 2011 17:23:00 +00002011-07-17T10:23:16.326-07:00That title is a bit of a take-off on an Al Franken book called Lies (And The Lying Liars Who Tell Them), a mostly comedic look at the BS of politicians on the extreme right in the US.  I say "mostly" because he was obviously also trying to make some rather serious points somewhere in between the funny lines. We love to catch politicians in the act of lying;  in some ways I think we even expect http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/aImUIG9ATtg/lying-liars-and-their-lies.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mr4ak5YQaUfpAVd6bG6KcxrnTcE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mr4ak5YQaUfpAVd6bG6KcxrnTcE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mr4ak5YQaUfpAVd6bG6KcxrnTcE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mr4ak5YQaUfpAVd6bG6KcxrnTcE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/aImUIG9ATtg" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/07/lying-liars-and-their-lies.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-8324765058586456286Fri, 01 Jul 2011 17:15:00 +00002011-07-01T10:15:07.679-07:00 I remember my mother telling me all about becoming a Canadian citizen back in the 1950's with great pride.  She worked hard at overcoming her Danish accent and learned to read and write in English, answering all of the questions on her citizen test correctly.  She told me that she likely knew more about Canada than many Canadian born citizens did, and I think she was probably right. There http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/DSp8pWgUrkI/canadas-144th-birthday.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZmsX6inPiJrUe8uchc9Z4VE8yoc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZmsX6inPiJrUe8uchc9Z4VE8yoc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZmsX6inPiJrUe8uchc9Z4VE8yoc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZmsX6inPiJrUe8uchc9Z4VE8yoc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/DSp8pWgUrkI" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/07/canadas-144th-birthday.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-2743269298941798283Tue, 21 Jun 2011 04:25:00 +00002011-06-20T21:25:54.828-07:00calicocatkittenI just finished chasing her around the house for the umpteenth time today...she had a stinky butt and I was trying to clean it before she wiped herself on the floor yet again.  For the most part, she is pretty well trained and clean, though, and this was a more unusual incident.  She is the cutest thing, and an absolute terror.  In fact, right now she's ripping up my legs trying to jump up on thehttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/IND2-iOqias/hello-moe.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t6UAEkp7CiKfBY-442t2-HifERU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t6UAEkp7CiKfBY-442t2-HifERU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t6UAEkp7CiKfBY-442t2-HifERU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t6UAEkp7CiKfBY-442t2-HifERU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/IND2-iOqias" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/06/hello-moe.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-1364091400014559155Sun, 22 May 2011 22:47:00 +00002011-05-23T18:35:19.160-07:00I'm confused.  I first heard that Dec.21st, 2012 was the date that the world was going to end because of the Mayan calendar coming to an end (or Nostradamus predicting it, or whatever you choose to pay attention to), and then a couple of days ago I heard that it was actually going to end on Saturday, May 21st, which of course it didn't.  And now I'm hearing that God is actually going to http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/2z-alJCG-w4/are-we-still-here.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)3<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XjNDK4geTI5SxgtVlnSV7UD0-qM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XjNDK4geTI5SxgtVlnSV7UD0-qM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XjNDK4geTI5SxgtVlnSV7UD0-qM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XjNDK4geTI5SxgtVlnSV7UD0-qM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/2z-alJCG-w4" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/05/are-we-still-here.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-1559103308135111596Tue, 17 May 2011 16:26:00 +00002011-05-23T17:39:06.852-07:00I was happily watching the only reality TV show that I can stand, "Celebrity Apprentice", when the station I was watching it on suddenly shared the breaking news that President Obama was going to speak. I know, why in the world do I watch Celebrity Apprentice? you might be asking yourself.  I normally can't tolerate reality shows of any kind, but for some weird reason, I like that one.  Maybe http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/jRi16LwAbyw/let-hatred-die.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4ytkZXVVRxAtKhQLr_ERWYO6XKo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4ytkZXVVRxAtKhQLr_ERWYO6XKo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4ytkZXVVRxAtKhQLr_ERWYO6XKo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4ytkZXVVRxAtKhQLr_ERWYO6XKo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/jRi16LwAbyw" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/05/let-hatred-die.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-1283066432294976245Sun, 17 Apr 2011 17:43:00 +00002011-04-19T08:50:15.314-07:00songwritingNews Bulletin:  I have been working on a song.  You might think "big deal, you write songs", but this is the first time in a long time that I have really focused on my own songwriting.  I found a little piece of a guitar progression that I had recorded maybe a year or two ago on my handy dandy mp3 recorder, and it struck me as interesting so I decided to go further with it.  That sounds easy http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/hhCu063J1c0/inhale-exhale.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)2<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L2dNRopHMBHMJ1i2c2BmfUYZA_U/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L2dNRopHMBHMJ1i2c2BmfUYZA_U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L2dNRopHMBHMJ1i2c2BmfUYZA_U/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L2dNRopHMBHMJ1i2c2BmfUYZA_U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/hhCu063J1c0" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/04/inhale-exhale.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-4087634791930959701Fri, 01 Apr 2011 15:34:00 +00002011-04-01T08:34:44.568-07:00CanadaPolitical partyPolitical campaignHouse of Commonselectionpolitical campaignsRex MurphypoliticsCanvassingHere in Canada, we are having a federal election on May 2nd.  Now for me, politics has been a part of my life since childhood.  I remember the males in my family, my father and uncles, debating endlessly about it.  And although I didn't care much about what they were discussing at the time, I was growing up with it as part of my DNA. I was about 20 years old the first time I actually got http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/_y5XMyKZgzE/ugh-politics.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VgL8FQJusLDx1jEU9nlGhkKcLfk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VgL8FQJusLDx1jEU9nlGhkKcLfk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VgL8FQJusLDx1jEU9nlGhkKcLfk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VgL8FQJusLDx1jEU9nlGhkKcLfk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/_y5XMyKZgzE" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/04/ugh-politics.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-6595245132390246028Fri, 25 Mar 2011 18:01:00 +00002011-03-25T11:01:20.177-07:00HealthBertrand RussellGeorge Matthew AdamsFranklin D. RooseveltStar TrekFirst inauguration of Franklin D. RooseveltFearKatherine PatersonCover of Franklin D. RooseveltI saw a cartoon in our local newspaper this morning.  The frame was divided in two;  on one side it had a drawing of the familiar Star Trek ship Enterprise with the words "What we envisioned future travel would look like."  On the other side, it said "What it's going to look like." with a drawing of a plane passenger going through security down to his shorts and a http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/U5Rh8Cotf10/but-fear-itself.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ttjxVL1FheQdBy7G7lx5vCiXGt8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ttjxVL1FheQdBy7G7lx5vCiXGt8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ttjxVL1FheQdBy7G7lx5vCiXGt8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ttjxVL1FheQdBy7G7lx5vCiXGt8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/U5Rh8Cotf10" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/03/but-fear-itself.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-290547711016650260Fri, 11 Mar 2011 16:40:00 +00002012-03-21T15:10:05.044-07:00Non-profit organizationAdvertisingFacebookBusinessConversationNewsletterCharitable organizationDonation I had a most interesting phone conversation today, but for the life of me, I can't remember most of it.  It's not that the guy on the other end didn't try;  in fact, he tried too hard really.  He went on for 20 minutes, almost straight through, making points for his cause.  He was from a charitable organization, one that I used to send regular monthly contributions to.  I won't say what the http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/2iqn3HMVMNI/hello-how-are-you-today.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)2<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q2k5mUQn-DG4fw02YLzzFLPjFfE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q2k5mUQn-DG4fw02YLzzFLPjFfE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q2k5mUQn-DG4fw02YLzzFLPjFfE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q2k5mUQn-DG4fw02YLzzFLPjFfE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/2iqn3HMVMNI" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-how-are-you-today.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-6939523059500018724Sat, 05 Mar 2011 17:35:00 +00002011-03-09T10:21:46.299-08:00TeluselderlyTechnologyland lineiPadViolence and AbuseDid you see Steve Jobs gleefully announcing the arrival of the second generation of iPad the other day?  Okay, maybe he wasn't quite gleeful...he does look terribly sick.  But I digress. I love technology, I use it all the time.  But there are still a lot of people in the world who either don't have access or simply are not tech savvy.  Lots of them.  Including my Dad. Now my Dad has never beenhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/g_xU2XTPSZE/old-and-forgotten.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)1<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sGmRygRU_wvaYnY3JJwagn3x-3U/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sGmRygRU_wvaYnY3JJwagn3x-3U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sGmRygRU_wvaYnY3JJwagn3x-3U/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sGmRygRU_wvaYnY3JJwagn3x-3U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/g_xU2XTPSZE" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-and-forgotten.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-8703550961519819018Sun, 27 Feb 2011 23:56:00 +00002011-02-27T15:56:34.772-08:00Science projectDavid SuzukiCBCDeathbuddhismPhysicsTime is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire. - Jorge Luis Borges Two weeks ago I was with my friends up near Parksville at our annual spa getaway.  As we were getting out of the car at the entrance to the http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/oCV4ZveYmIM/great-leveler.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kG9t3LgXMfowsXANoKwzBMNlOB8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kG9t3LgXMfowsXANoKwzBMNlOB8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kG9t3LgXMfowsXANoKwzBMNlOB8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kG9t3LgXMfowsXANoKwzBMNlOB8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/oCV4ZveYmIM" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/02/great-leveler.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-7006229634981993385Sat, 19 Feb 2011 19:05:00 +00002011-02-19T11:05:27.725-08:00recordingcdsongwritingmusic IJ in Maui on the lanai with a beer... Winter on the wetcoast can be a grey and dreary affair, but for me this last month has been anything but dreary.  At the end of January I spent a marvelous 9 days in Maui with my husband, and only last weekend I was back at the spa with my fabulous friends on our annual getaway.  What a spoiled brat I am! To top the whole month off, I have finally managedhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/pxoyvWQvdg8/shades-of-grey.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)2<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/deOpevqfu2LKKtbcLnFnDNhwG3M/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/deOpevqfu2LKKtbcLnFnDNhwG3M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/deOpevqfu2LKKtbcLnFnDNhwG3M/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/deOpevqfu2LKKtbcLnFnDNhwG3M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/pxoyvWQvdg8" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/02/shades-of-grey.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-8576913213587260360Sat, 01 Jan 2011 19:36:00 +00002011-01-03T10:25:51.591-08:00cultureVancouverchineseDenmarkheritageVikingrootsNew YearI am three quarters Danish;  my mother was born in the tiny fishing village of Karrebeksminde on the coast of the island of Sjaelland (Sealand, if you prefer) in Denmark.  Sjaelland is also home to Denmark's capitol, Copenhagen.  My father, as it turns out, was conceived on the high seas as my grandparents immigrated from Denmark to Canada.  He was their first child, born in Calgary, Alberta. Myhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/slH1gUD0t0E/godt-nytaar.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sz48FDV1S646jEsZN9bMvp3868E/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sz48FDV1S646jEsZN9bMvp3868E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sz48FDV1S646jEsZN9bMvp3868E/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sz48FDV1S646jEsZN9bMvp3868E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/slH1gUD0t0E" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2011/01/godt-nytaar.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-4095395287084573812Tue, 07 Dec 2010 06:52:00 +00002010-12-06T22:52:34.136-08:00CancerColorectal cancerCarbon dioxideColonoscopyVirtual colonoscopy[Warning:  the following is a description of unspeakable bodily functions that could really turn you off, so all of you males out there who have crushes on me...close your eyes...IJ] SATURDAY A.M. - A couple of years ago my doctor suggested that since I was over 50, I should have a colonoscopy.  I didn't think much of it at the time and said "Sure," so she booked the appointment.  Or rather, http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/Wpolq7LV6iA/meet-n-greet-with-my-colon.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)2<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qf6aKhACzndyquRurg2V_EIh--g/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qf6aKhACzndyquRurg2V_EIh--g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qf6aKhACzndyquRurg2V_EIh--g/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qf6aKhACzndyquRurg2V_EIh--g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/Wpolq7LV6iA" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2010/12/meet-n-greet-with-my-colon.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-2775487532324107221Sun, 28 Nov 2010 18:03:00 +00002010-11-28T10:03:06.856-08:00Santa ClausShoppingSanta Claus paradeCandychristmasCandy caneIt's been a few years since I was in a parade for one reason or another, but last night I volunteered to give out candy canes along side the CHEK Television float and car in the Santa's Light Parade in downtown Victoria with my good friend Elaine. I borrowed my daughter's big coat and dressed myself as warmly as possible.  The forecast called for a 60% chance of rain and it was going to be abouthttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/AnqIb00G0Co/i-love-parade.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YN1JtzF9k6Mf6AHChb7AMDW79zQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YN1JtzF9k6Mf6AHChb7AMDW79zQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YN1JtzF9k6Mf6AHChb7AMDW79zQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YN1JtzF9k6Mf6AHChb7AMDW79zQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/AnqIb00G0Co" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-parade.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-2879739375634876270Tue, 23 Nov 2010 04:29:00 +00002010-11-22T20:31:05.349-08:00Remember my earlier blog post about listening?  Well this TED video takes it to an even deeper and more scientific level.  If you have time, watch (and listen!): Did he say musicians have bigger brains?? :-) I knew that! IJhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/-jCUhxk9poQ/listen.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mMXroeQA0UP7Jwb3-gB8Ij-2S5M/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mMXroeQA0UP7Jwb3-gB8Ij-2S5M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mMXroeQA0UP7Jwb3-gB8Ij-2S5M/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mMXroeQA0UP7Jwb3-gB8Ij-2S5M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/-jCUhxk9poQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2010/11/listen.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-4487308970709363419Mon, 22 Nov 2010 21:39:00 +00002010-11-22T13:42:12.797-08:00I am a snow idiot.  First of all, I love it, which amazes those I know who grew up with the stuff and can't stand it.  Second of all, I can't drive in it.  Third, I love to watch every other Victorian who loves it but who can't drive in it when it actually snows here.  Which isn't often. Our house is on a hill.  You can't tell by the picture above, but it is a fairly steep hill.  And when we http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/yseQufzS1q8/snow-idiots.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RqgtkE8JBC-sIjcJn-3bjU66xCM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RqgtkE8JBC-sIjcJn-3bjU66xCM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RqgtkE8JBC-sIjcJn-3bjU66xCM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RqgtkE8JBC-sIjcJn-3bjU66xCM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/yseQufzS1q8" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2010/11/snow-idiots.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-7409421464113264233Sun, 07 Nov 2010 21:03:00 +00002010-11-07T13:09:53.045-08:00CompostMapleSoilBootGardenAutumn Leaves (song)MulchLeaf blowerImage via WikipediaI've been aware of it for a couple of weeks now, but I avoid dealing with it like the plague.  And every day it gets worse, of course, because the winds whip up and more and more of those darn leaves come sauntering down, down, down. So when I saw that it was a relatively wind-free and sunny day today, I finally put on the gardening clothes and the work boots, grabbed the rakehttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/NIn0L7dvwGs/inevitable-fall.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rAxHNiLS-6-AKS2gCVbA-XATWjY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rAxHNiLS-6-AKS2gCVbA-XATWjY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rAxHNiLS-6-AKS2gCVbA-XATWjY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rAxHNiLS-6-AKS2gCVbA-XATWjY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/NIn0L7dvwGs" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2010/11/inevitable-fall.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-8291923115139125613Tue, 02 Nov 2010 00:59:00 +00002010-11-01T17:59:18.470-07:00Image by furiousgeorge81 via FlickrThe term "middle way" often comes up in Buddhist teachings, reflecting a middle point between addiction to pleasure and addiction to pain. To take the middle way means finding the place between these two extremes, and it is not an easy discipline. An addiction to some kind of pleasure makes obvious sense...isn't that something we often find ourselves battling http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/QMGI4fuPdj8/middle-way.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iSPEd-SfP2qWl_sXpIbG9wLRmQk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iSPEd-SfP2qWl_sXpIbG9wLRmQk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iSPEd-SfP2qWl_sXpIbG9wLRmQk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iSPEd-SfP2qWl_sXpIbG9wLRmQk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/QMGI4fuPdj8" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2010/11/middle-way.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4475947201923220342.post-5652366762930021057Mon, 25 Oct 2010 05:27:00 +00002010-10-24T22:27:52.176-07:00I am looking for two people. You'd think with the internet and Facebook and all of these obvious ways to connect with people these days, that it would be easy. But I have looked exhaustively for several years and have had no luck. Why do I want to find them? Well, for different reasons. One of them, Shirley Doherty, was my best buddy for a number of years when I was growing up in Richmond, http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IjsBlog/~3/l-vFqALQqFo/old-friends-die-hard.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Irene Jackson)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/102JWunuu5NT7l7rcExLEObghW8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/102JWunuu5NT7l7rcExLEObghW8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/102JWunuu5NT7l7rcExLEObghW8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/102JWunuu5NT7l7rcExLEObghW8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IjsBlog/~4/l-vFqALQqFo" height="1" width="1"/>http://irenejackson.blogspot.com/2010/10/old-friends-die-hard.html