going home on Flickr.
It’s a random thought sort of day today.
In a week I’ll be seeing the doctor about what the barium x-ray revealed about my guts. On one hand, the radiologist got my x-ray to him within five hours of me taking it. On the other hand, his secretary told me there wasn’t any sort of emergency which is why my appointment was booked two weeks later. Doctor Google is suggesting to me that I have a big crater in my guts and a future of eating nothing but leafy vegetables and high fiber bran cereal. I’m already a 90% vegan so I guess I can put in the effort to go all the way so I don’t die before I turn fifty. But… steak!
I’ll know soon enough.
I’m still angry about a clerical error adding six unnecessary months to the process. It’s been flying along since then. On my more positive days I look around and start to think about staying. But then I wipe the stupidity from my eyes and look at the job situation here. Greying society plus a federal government that’s hostile to every province that isn’t oil-producing Alberta means Nova Scotia is dying faster than normal. There’s no future here. I’m in my 40s. My future is relatively short. Some kid in their teens is out of luck.
I’ve been slowly putting together the things needed to apply for a job in South Korea. Why South Korea since I left the place with such animosity five years ago? Rent and airfare are included as part of the contract and they hire from overseas. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I’m curious about how the place has changed in this time. It changed rapidly in the six years I was there. The expressway where I saw my first-of-many street fights there is now a lovely park in the middle of the city. The middle-aged men who used to cut in front of me in a line when I first arrived were being asked to wait their turn by the clerks by the time I left.
A thing about me: If I’m outraged at someone it means that I think they’re failing to live up to their potential as a human being. When I disengage from an online conversation, or block someone on FaceBook, it means that I’ve given up on them. I see them as not even worth my disappointment. Perhaps that seems arrogant. I see it as life being too short to put up with the crap of others. I’m a lot quicker to send people to the cornfield on FaceBook simply because it’s a lot easier to do so. At least until today. Today I had the misfortune of reading things written by those suffering from an obvious case of FoxNews Disease and not being able to remove them from my sight so I could focus on the rest of the discussion. Attempting to block them got me a “Not a valid profile” notice and they remained unblocked.
I’m hoping the glitch clears up soon.
The picture up above was taken with my then brand new Olympus Pen E-P3. It has a number of Instagram type filters on it. They’re all pretty useless except for the Grainy Film setting. But even that needs to be used sparingly. I’m not saying that the above image is one of the best uses of it, but it’s one of the best uses of it in my files. I’m on the Shinkansen in Osaka about to head to Kagoshima. They’re on the train heading to Tokyo. He arrived at his destination three hours before I did. I suppose if it were a race I could have flown. But flight is a shitty experience at the best of times and I feel it’s also best done sparingly.
If there was a train heading back to the lands where the “career” is, I’d take it.