...hiatus...

I give up. I don't have the dedication. No. I do have the dedication, but I forget I have it so I might as well not have it at all. Confused?

I'm heading out to Ross River for the summer. Out in the boonies. Won't have a computer. Hopefully, when I come back I can tackle my silly blog once more, with feeling.

Before I depart, consider the following:

• What will people say about you when you die?


• What will you remember best about your job when you retire?


• We are all going to die - maybe today, maybe 30 years from now. What will you be doing?


• You spend an awful lot of your life at work, I really hope you enjoy it.


• The universe is expanding while the planet is growing smaller.


• Dream big, it's free to do so.

And...Choose curiosity over certainty

"At your mark..."

Christ, what happened to April? I was so busy being unemployed that it just whizzed by. That's embarrassing, I thought I was on a bit of a roll too...

Things...#983

This one combines three things that I never imagined would go together (department stores, tiny islands, and racing) and so very much intrigues me. It's the 'Rally El Corte Ingles', sponsored by the well-known department store (well-know that is to anyone who's spent any time in Spain), and Gran Canaria's biggest car rally. Yes, biggest. That suggests there are others. Intrigued? Read on.

Approximately 75 teams compete for the Spanish and European Championship and about 60 teams for the Canaries Islands Regional Championship. The 623km course (yeah, crazy eh? I'm picturing them driving around in circles) is divided into eight stages of mixed terrain in various locations around the island which includes some gruelling mountain sections.

Now, while I hardly need an excuse to go to the Canary Islands (only troglodyte would) it's the fact that this little island in the Atlantic can have a rally race of any length. Way to go. And as we all know, rally racing is the only interesting form of car racing. Leave it to the Americans to herald NASCAR as anything more than a dick measuring contest. You only have to the end of the month before it's finsihed, so hustle over to the Canary Islands. [Editor's Note: ledgend speaks of a similar race on Tenerife - what are you waiting for, book your tickets already!]

"It's a Good Life if You Don't Weaken..."

Things... #957

(Time to get philosophical. Look out.) There comes a time in every young man's life when there are choices to be made. Choices between things that sound appealing and things that are real. I have a real attraction to things that sound appealing. It's a long list of things that wow and amaze me and it would deserve a blog of its own to do it justice.
So I will stick to jobs that sound appealing. Jobs that I'm not doing, but would certainly like to be. No, scratch that. I don't really want to do these jobs, they just sound neat and that alone is fascinating, attractive... and ultiamtely dangerous. Feel free to expand this this which is by no means exhausted. Oh, and no giggling.
- Secret Agent
- Travel writer
- DJ on a cruise ship
- Scuba instructor
- B&B owner is some sunny vaction spot
- Surfer
- Independent music store owner
- Dog trainer
- Movie star
- Screenwriter
And the list goes on like this. Suffice to say, I've considered all of these jobs and more with little success or stick-with-it-ness. And the list is growing daily. Now I'm considering the virtues of policing. How deep does the rabbit hole go?

A Wicked Case of Homesick Blues?

Things #2

It's weird, but I think what I'd like to be doing right now is helping out in the garden back home. This has never happened before. Usually, whenever my mother invites me to lend a hand in the yard I run for the hills, move away, or stick out my hand for payment. But right now, that sounds like a sweet deal... along with the usual benefits of living with said parentals.

Someone else cooks, fun farm animals abound (including not one but TWO Border Collies), you can talk with people you know without the usual "let's be friends" tactics that I can never understand, and for all the plainess and predictability it really feels like a holiday.

So here's to helping out at home, another thing that, regrettably, I'm not doing.