I have mentioned previously how I have been doing voluntary work for some time now after choosing to leave paid employment.
Recently I have started to think about what on earth to do next. The reality of this situation seems to be that having choices is rather overwhelming. Sure, there are inevitably plenty of things you can’t do (like being a brain surgeon) or plenty of things you don’t want to do (like working down a sewer perhaps) but it doesn’t make it any easier to decide what is next.
I have always found looking at job websites quite demoralising, but engaging a recruitment agent is frustratingly hard because they quite rightly want to know what type of job you want.
Decisions…decisions. Does anyone have any useful advice for such a situation?
There are few things I miss while living on the opposite side of our world but one thing is British Real Ale. Pardon my grin on the photo above but when you occasionally get the treat of finding such a thing in a bar in fairly remote New Zealand, especially with the distinctive taste of Old Speckled Hen, you just have to have it (and ignore the cost).
Nobody brews beer like they do in Britain, and while foreigners may scoff at our enjoying it warm, they often forget or are unaware that it comes straight out of a cold cellar and is gloriously not gassy.
You can badge your lagers as beers, you can call them “craft”, you can pack them full of hops, you can persuade yourself it is artisan…but you’ll never make them as varied or as interesting as the British do.
I feel like the national anthem is about to play after all of that!
(Enjoy Responsibly. Drink in Moderation. Acting Like a Prize Ass while Inebriated is Not Acceptable. Drinking While Pregnant Can Harm Your Baby.)
I recently noticed that my Facebook app was taking up a huge amount of space on my iPad – around 700MB.
I did a bit of digging by asking Uncle Google and apparently this is a known issue caused by caching (Spotify also does this) which Facebook are not doing anything about. I decided I would delete the app and start again as this was the only reported way to “solve” the problem. This crashed my iPad and I then had to do a factory reset. Such fun.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, I realised somewhere along this journey that I was spending far too much of my time in Facebookland when I could be doing something more useful so I did not reinstall the app. I decided I would have a break from it altogether and just log in occasionally via the internet. Problem solved.
I did wonder what this means for my keeping in touch with people and I realised that so much of what I and other people like, share or post is quite honestly meaningless nonsense – if you could only filter somehow to genuine life-related posts it would be great. When did we stop focussing on actual meaningful conversation and relationships in life? Aren’t those your real friends?
Something to think about.
A few months ago I posted about Kaikoura on the South Island of New Zealand in a post about my favourite place on earth. It is a truly beautiful place that speaks to me on some primal level that is hard to put into words.
Yesterday just after midnight a huge 7.5 magnitude earthquake hit that area and has cut off the town. Some people have died and buildings have unsurprisingly collapsed. The main highway on the south island is blocked due to land slips in various locations. At present the New Zealand Navy are heading there to hopefully helicopter supplies in and people out (especially tourists) while other services look to re-open road access. It is great that the Australians have pledged their official support. Thankfully it is in a largely rural area and people were in bed when it happened otherwise the impact could have been worse.
I can only hope that those people and also wildlife affected fare OK in the aftermath and that the damage is not so severe that it rips the heart and soul from the town. Nearby Christchurch is still trying to recover from a major quake in 2011 and one can only hope that the timeline is not so long here.
My thoughts are with the town.
I never thought I would see someone choose to enter an enclosure with a crocodile…much less sit on it! Here we are at Rob Bredl’s wildlife park in Airlie Beach, Australia.
I mention this because there are two things I wanted to tell you…
First…that the man in picture actually told us about how his niece had slipped in such an enclosure and the crocodile had grabbed her and broken her pelvis (she survived).
Second..he rapped the stick in his hand on both the concrete surrounding the enclosure and on the head of the crocodile…they produced the same sound.
The moral of all of this is simply to respect wildlife and do not trust that because something has always done something that it will always continue to behave in the same way.
In 2002 I visited SeaWorld in Surfer’s Paradise, Australia and saw my first ever dolphin.
No matter what your opinion is on the moral side of housing such intelligent creatures in captivity (which I am not sure I really agree with unless it is linked to conservation efforts), it has to be said that this experience is one of the happiest moments I can recall.