The journal lets you write about a day from your life.
The photo on the left shows what Jeff Harris was doing on that day.
November 3, 2002
After consoling a friend who is getting rocked by his general surgery rotation combined with a disappointing outcome to a love possibility the night before, my beautiful fiance and I visited an open house on the leafy west side of Vancouver. What depresses me is that there is no affordable first buyer homes available in this ridiculously expensive city.
November 2, 2002
In Port Hope I write and write and write. There is something about the place. There is something about returning to your parent's home and seeing what has not changed. There is something about being surrounded by everything that was once so familiar and now appears strangely new due to your absence and distance from it. There is something about rediscovering your childhood and the place where you became you.
November 1, 2002
I am kind of sick from candy.
October 31, 2002
I slept with my boyfriend of 6 years (who is 32 years older than I) and realized that it was time for us to break up even though we're still in love.
October 29, 2002
I'm tired. I had a bad sleep on the couch, the cat pee'd on my bed.
October 28, 2002
I was talking on the phone to my parents back in Louisiana and my mom was laughing because my dad had caught an armadillo in a net and it was jumping around...
October 26, 2002
I was living far from home. My boy back home wrote me a letter saying that being with me was the thing in life that gave it meaning. He broke up with me in a nasty fight a few months later. It's weird how you can lose sight of everything in a sleep-deprived rage.
October 23, 2002
Today I wrote a Statistics midterm. I think I did pretty well. Some people didn't finish. Then I went home and took a nap on the couch. Then I studied for my Economics final the next day. Exams are a drag.
October 22, 2002
I wrote a song today, called "Heavenly Father." I never thought that it would take me almost four years, for that to happen. Maybe I never took time to think. Then, that moment came, and a tune just popped. Now, I can sit on my piano bench and jam, to a song that's totally mine.
October 19, 2002
I ended my first long-term relationship. Thinking I would never get over it, I came home to the apartment, and a closet 1/2 empty. His stuff was gone. I wept.
October 16, 2002
The dentist took a an x-ray of my side profile. I sat quietly while he showed me my jaw. I could see my skull, minus my lips, nose, ears and skin. And, all I could think is: this is what I will look like when I am dead.
October 14, 2002
This morning I drove back from my in-law's cottage. The pitch and roll of their mini-van made me a bit car sick, but I was fine by lunch.
October 13, 2002
Spent the day worshiping the porcelain gods after eating questionable chicken salad. Surfed the net. Found this site. Read it.
October 10, 2002
Today I lay down on a carpet of yellow oak leaves. My body firmly planted, above me my lover, a canopy of trees, and the blue sky. I was caught between heaven and earth, suspended between the beginning of time and that moment, deeply intertwined with another soul and understanding a mutual depth of pleasure. I was wearing white.
October 9, 2002
I turned 30 and completely freaked out. I was better the next day.
October 8, 2002
I came back from a five month trip overseas. My family didn't know I was returning. I watched my mothers face change from an expression of non-recongnition, to shock, to disbelief. And finally happiness.
October 4, 2002
I meditated on the driveway of the home where my teenage anti-hero, Kurt Cobain, killed himself. www.nevermindyear.tv
October 3, 2002
It was my birthday. I was working in the wood shop and I stuck a 1 1/4 inch chisel into the palm of my hand. I went to emergency room and got stitches. Afterwards I went back to the shop and got knocked on my behind from a piece of kicked back wood from the table saw. I noticed my stomach was bleeding so I went back to the ER. It sucked as far as birthdays go.
September 30, 2002
I have spent the last year and a half with an angel. She is the most special person in my life. In a few hours I will sit down with her on a bench in Central Park, kiss her for the last time, and tell her that I lied and cheated on her. She will probably never talk to me again. I can feel the growing cold inside. Bring on the winter.
September 29, 2002
I bought a new pair of shoes.
September 20, 2002
A group of women wearing plastic penises on their heads, lapels, and groins came into the restaurant where I was having my birthday dinner. Apparently the one with the penis on her head was getting married the next day. The fish soup was very good.
September 19, 2002
I finally got my G2 driving licence. I can drive without my parents which is X L ANT
September 16, 2002
Another 50 hour un-paid practicum work week is behind me. I had to ask my mom for money to buy deodorant ans toothpaste. Student life is fun.
September 15, 2002
I was at a book fair. In a court yard of a temple sang a youth chorus. I stopped to listen to them, then someone handed me the text with notes so I joined them, and you know what..? It's always pleasant to be a spectator, but it is even more pleasant to be an executor.
September 12, 2002
I drove my car and crashed a tree beside the road..... Boom!!! Ate some sandwishes and slept in the afternoon.
September 6, 2002
New Play Station2 arrived from Singapore, but I can't afford the original games. Went to this crazy junk dealer in Musafir Khana. Not sure if I wanted to let a 50 year old man take my new PS2 apart. But I dared... his scrawny assistant pulled it apart with super finnese and soldered a chip thru the board. Wow! It runs the 100 rupee game CDs now... Bombay is killer... you can find ANYTHING here... any bloody thing. It never ceases to amaze me.
September 5, 2002
I learned today that I can not run until January 2003. So I will walk as far and as fast as I can until 2003 when I can run again.
September 1, 2002
Today was my birthday, it's also my 3rd day in Korea. I thought I would celebrate on my own, not knowing anyone. Watching 2 Korean buskers playing guitar for a big crowd, I'm the only white face in the throng of maybe 400 people. Of course I get called up to the front, and I end up singing LaBamba in front of a crowd of people who speak no english... Pretty memorable birthday, I have to say.
August 29, 2002
I turned 30 and didn't die right at midnight. The last 10 years I found love, lost it, and recovered a couple of times and I made a lot of friends, and picked up a couple of languages while wandering slowly around the globe. No matter where I went from 1st world to 3rd world countries I found that although environments were different, emotions were the same everywhere. There were no big answers anywhere but here in my own head. Often I walk forward but face backwards while wincing, hoping I don't step in something bad or drop off of a cliff. Today I finally understand that I'd be better off to look down at the spot that i'm standing. That's what I learned somewhere between my first and 946080000th second of life. It's a simple lesson that took so long for me to learn but I sometimes forget and must stop and relearn.
August 25, 2002
I saw two houses collapse. The first was a barely finished one across the street, and the front fell off. Another was a block down, and clearly visible. The entire front half was destroyed. Television news from CTV and Rogers arrived 10 minutes later. My cousin took some pictures. This was because of a wind storm.
August 24, 2002
I kissed Josh for the last time today. I read my old journals. He is the 3rd man I have broken up with on August 24th. It is not my day.
August 20, 2002
I have less than ten dollars in my checking account. If you need a five spot, let me know.
