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It appears that we all labour under delusions.


Here you can see the view up from Salamanca place to Davey Street. This is where the nobs can be found hob nobbing with other nobs day in day out.

The past week I have been snatching moments here and there to revise the old Curriculum Vitae. Revisiting one’s CV and the all important “skills set” is always an experience that I loathe.

I’m not sure whether it is the usual cringe that accompanies blowing one’s own trumpet [fnarr fnarr], or whether it is reflective of a deeper cold hard reality. However impressive the list of positions, tasks, roles, responsibilities, actions, functions, actions or achievements looks on paper, the fact of the matter is that I am unable to reconcile the present situation with the unanswerable question as to how I have managed to drift so far away from something that I would much rather be doing?

Moreover, after drifting this far with the current, how on Earth does one manage to swim back upstream to get to where one might rather be when the weather looks so ominous?

Comments

picking up on the illusions, I hope there is stream waiting for you to wade in and then just go with the flow.....

may the economic storm clouds that are hanging over our precious little blue planet just break up and get the hell out of here! to no more doom and gloom!!

best to you....
Kris McCracken said…
Kimy, we'll get there!
Baino said…
Hmm must be CV day, I'm spruicing up mine as well. I'm not half as impressive as I thought I was. How do you keep it short and informative . .it's pages long! Fwooaar. I must be a nob, I like Salamanca!
KL said…
Salamanca sounds like salamander. So, the weather is also ominous there in Australia? I am hearing that banks in the USA will run out of money by the end of 2009 :-|. Very scary prospect.

Well, after the storm comes the calm. So, right now take a deep breath and anchor yourself under the water so that the storm doesn't touch you much. After it is over, swim up and start swimming here and there.

Sometime to go back into your field, you can do either of the two things: 1. get some more degrees in that field or 2. do part time jobs in that field. In that way, you will gain experience, and slowly move into a full-time positions. But of course these are all easier said than done without knowing all the situations and etc.
kylie said…
HOW do you get your photos so big????
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, tourists are allowed to like it. Locals are obliged to cringe a little.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I'll swim for the nearest log and hold on for dear life!
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, it's easy. When you upload a photo, you'll have a bunch of coding. If you have chosen large and it is landscape (for example), find the bit that reads: "width: 400px; height: 300px" and to double its size make it "width: 800px; height: 600px". To make sure the quality is good, also make sure to change "/s400/" to "/s800/".

You can make it whatever size you like, just make sure that the ratios are consistent.

I hope that this makes sense!
Ronda Laveen said…
How to get back upstream? Jump off the edge of the cliff and scream Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed! all the way down. Anyway, that is how I do it. Nothing like jumping off the edge of the world to keen your senses.

By the way, what is the American translation of "Crikey."
kylie said…
hi kris,
thanks for that.
right now i cant say i know for sure what it's about but i hope to post some pics tomorrow, will have a bit of a play......
Kris McCracken said…
Kylie, did you make sure that you changed the "/s400/" to "/s800/"? you can even change it to "/s1600/" to make sure that the quality is high.

Plus, the width of your template also affects what can be seen.
Kris McCracken said…
Ronda, I've been thinking about 'crikey' and in various circumstances it may be translated as "DAMN!", "GOLLY!", "GOSH!", or "OH MY!"

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