Hee! 6 months later....

Hehehe... Guess what? We had a reader! One. Annie dearest, you're my best fan ;)p
Keke... Makes me wonder how many inane blogs like this are up in the cyberwilderness....

I promised myself I'd ONLY check my mail for 5 mins... so i have one left. TS Eliot still on the brain, 'April is the cruellest month, breeding... dull roots with spring rain.' Ya, that's all I have left of him, the head and tail of a stanza.... April in Rome is wonderfully springy, though the cold can be cruel still, coming from the equator.....

I promise my imaginary readers that the next blog will be more worth reading...

Nothing only nothing... Those are pearls that were his eyes

It worked! They looked impressed :)

And I realised I kinda like this 'voice crying out in the cyberwilderness' feeling- a funny sort of loneliness. Now there's so many blogs, multiple voices, mine can just be one of them... i don't even want to publicise this blog, it's just a secret online corner of my life. Until someone finds it, then maybe it looks stupid, hey...

And the title is just random TS Eliot's The Wasteland. Guess that's the mood right now... Job hunting is nothing if not depressing.... It's like the little match girl, holding your hands out with your wares- 20+ years of qualifications, crying 'My work for sale! My work for sale!' and hoping you won't freeze to death from the general cold indifference of the labour marketplace...

Not that it's individual employers who are cold, of course- just the sense that there you are, all your life's work and study, put up on display for the whole world to accept or to reject. It's the job hunting game.

I'm *almost* tempted to go running back into the warm welcoming arms of my last workplace... at least there i knew what i was doing and i was worth some $$ and the people were great... even if it *is* 1 1/2 hours either way from home and they paid peanuts :(

I'm not complaining, though- finally I can really empathise with the fellas selling the 'BIG' magazine at streetcorners just so as not to be unemployed, to feel that they are useful for something. God bless them.

I am a blog

(To the tune of Marius's friends in Les Miserables singing 'I am agog, I am aghast...')

I am a blog, I am a blast
Has evie got a blog at last?
I've never seen her 'ooh' and 'ahh'...

The truth is, this blog owes its existence to the fact that I have an interview in approximately 2 hours and I want to be able to say, 'yes, i have some online publishing experience...!' if this counts...

I did have one 2 years ago when I first went to Oz, but it died from neglect and abandonment. I don't even remember its URL anymore.

That and I have been thinking of a place to spew all the thoughts that come through my brain and won't leave... but how strange to be writing into thin air, to an audience who is nobody in particular, like an ancient Greek orator throwing rhetoric to the waves- the semi-anonymity that gives the illusion of privacy mingled with a desire for self-revelation. What a funny thing a blog is.

Communications studies have always taught me that you have to write with an audience in mind and target your communications to that audience. But here, there is no audience, only the potential for one as I write. The 'death' of the audience, as some postmodern critic undoubtedly puts it.

Anyhow.. whoever you are, if you read this... this arvo... wish me luck!