The search is on. This weekend I'm going to start applying for jobs in Melbourne. The part I hate is dealing with headhunters (recruiters, I mean). With rare exceptions, they are slime. It is in their interest for you to get a job, yes, but all of their profit comes out of the difference between what the company's willing to pay and what you're willing to accept. So, while they work hard to find you a job, they are always trying to rip you off. But, sometimes it's the only way to get a job. If you go to any of the various job sites, 95% of the postings are from recruiters. And the jobs they list there never really exist, either; they are just to entice you to call them. Each recruiter has just a small changing pool of jobs he knows about that he will try to sell you on. (I say "he" because I've yet to see a female recruiter. I'm sure they exist, but are rare. Is it because women have a more evolved sense of ethics that they don't survive in the recruiting field?)

This one time in Atlanta I was contacted by a really strange recruiter who would call me at all hours of the day and night, and who finally convinced me to come visit him at his office way up in Alpharetta. I told him I definitely didn't want to work in that area, but that didn't stop him from springing an interview on me during my visit, with an Alpharetta company he was in contact with. So I gave an impromptu interview -- a good one, I might add; it wasn't really the company's fault -- and then emailed the recruiter that night telling him I didn't want the job and to stop sending my resume out; I didn't want to do business with anyone who so completely ignored my wishes. He ended up leaving a pissy little message on my answering machine about it, that I wish I had digitized; it was hilarious, in a creepy sort of way.

But what's really worrying me this time is the process of interviewing. Melbournians are notoriously outgoing but unpretentious, while I am notoriously quiet but cocky. My attitude seems to work well with American companies, but I'm going to have to vary my approach a bit down there, I think.

I'm also at a delicate stage in my career advancement, where people are going to want to put me in charge of stuff. Well, stuff I can handle; I just don't want to be in charge of people. I don't like managing at all, and have steadfastly avoided ever learning any presentation software like PowerPoint. I can handle heading up a team of a few people, but only if I can keep my hands in the technical stuff. My plan for making more money is by being worth the price of several other techies, but many companies think that throwing enough cheap young coders at a problem is a workable solution. Fortunately there are more and more who have wised up. We shall see.

Jane, get me off this crazy thing. I'm training my replacement, so he's using my computer. I've been given a Mac portable as a replacement. My boss thinks that I would love Macs if I had to use one for long enough.

Instead I think, how can people stand these things? Why are they considered so easy to use? I can't figure it out. I mean, I know that once you've learned one operating system, you're pretty much indoctrinated, and all you're going to see if you switch OSes are the things that are lacking. But I've been able to get practically NOTHING to run on this p.o.s. None of my Java applications will pop up windows. FOP just hangs. I can find no decent text editor -- BBEdit, which is supposed to be great, won't even let you page down. Moronic! I hate the dumbed-down one-button mouse. I hate the lack of keystroke equivalents for most things. I hate the limited keyboard (you have to hold down a function key to hit page up or down, home, or end). I hate the lack of a consistent way to switch between separate windows of an applications. I
can't even find a way to create a text file in a directory except from within an application. I hate how icons in the system tray jump up and down to get your attention.

The fonts are nice, though.

We celebrated our second anniversary tonight; a very low-key affair, just a nice dinner at home. We tend to make a bigger deal of the day we started going out instead.

Watched the season three debut of Six Feet Under; what gives? All the tension they built up at the end of last season just went "poof".

Oh, and woo hoo! Passed my Java certification exam. It was hard. Multiple choice, but often more than one of the choices was correct, and you had to get all of them correct for it to count. I swear I thought I was blowing it, halfway through, and that I'd wasted the money. Ended up getting 47 out of 61 questions right, or 77% (52% is considered a passing grade). Quite a relief.

I'm scheduled to take a Java Certification Exam tomorrow, so I'm up late studying such thrilling topics as RandomAccessFile invocation parameters and how to instantiate Threads.

While on the subject of 'boring', here's the report from Sunday's game. I continue my offensive onslaught from fullback:

We had the better of the 1st half and scored after a knockdown from Gimson was chested into the goal by Mark S. A fairly even 2nd half in possession but we had many chances to bury them with at least 4-5 clear cut chances. They equalised when a free kick was chipped into the path of their nippy stirker to slot it pass me. After a series of disgracful finishing from us , we won it with the last kick of the game when Kelvin chipped the out-rushing keeper from outside the box.

Next week I'm going to try to score with my hips or butt.

Speaking of vows, Tuesday is our second wedding anniversary. Since we're not buying presents this year I'll use the occasion to document all our travels together chronologically, something I've been meaning to do for a while. The following is probably not of much interest to anyone but us, but the blog has turned into more than a way to keep up with family and friends, it's also a way for us to remember our experiences.

This list only documents trips we've made together.

1. Boston, Massachusetts, September, 1998. We went up to see Elvis Costello play a free radio-station sponsored concert. We started way in the back, but due to a sudden storm that scared away all the non-devoted fans, we ended up right under the stage. Other highlights: Showing Mark where I used to live and where I went to high school, visiting the Boston Aquarium and eating Pizza Regina, yum, my favorite pizza since high school and still one of the best.

2. Chattanooga, Tennessee, 1st trip October, 1998. The first trip we made together to Chattanooga was to attend my friend Chris' wedding. This was also the first wedding Mark and I attended together. We went up subsequent times to go white water rafting, and another trip to visit the aquarium, but I'm sketchy on the dates.

3. Athens, Georgia, Halloween, 1998. The first of many trips to Athens that we've made together (and the only one that will be documented here). We went with a big group of friends to participate in the Halloween bar crawl. We had a blast, this was possibly the best Halloween I've ever experienced.

4. Madrid/Barcelona, Spain, Dec/Jan 1998/1999. Our first trip together outside of the United States. Highlights: Spending New Year's eve in Plaza Mayor with lots of festive Spaniards. Walking around Barcelona and taking in the Gaudi Architecture. Visiting several fantastic art museums.

5. San Francisco, California, June 1999. Another Elvis Costello show, this time at the Fleadh Festival. Shane MacGowan pulled a no-show, the drunk. Other highlights: Watching the seals bark at one another on the waterfront.

6. Austin, Texas, Summer 1999. I tagged along with Mark on a business trip. Highlights: The turtles, bats and nutria along Town Lake.

7. London/Manchester, England, November 1999. Mostly a pub tour as I was exhausted after my first few months as a first year special ed. teacher with city of Atlanta schools (the worst job I've ever had). In one of the pubs the term "heavy gravity spot" was coined for falling over for no apparent reason (other than strong lager). An injured ankle kept us away from the tourist spots, for the most part, the rest of trip, with the exception of a jog through the British museum where we saw the Rosetta stone and ignored mostly everything else. Other: We spotted Henry Rollins drinking coffee in a Starbucks (in the window seat, the attention whore), followed by a discussion about whether or not to give him the two finger salute, we chickened out (he's a big guy) and regret it to this day.

8. Orlando/Cocoa Beach, Florida, Christmas, 1999. My first Christmas with Mark's family. They were, and continue to be, very fun to be around. Other highlights: Going to see multitudes of manatees at Crystal Springs, and gator spotting near the Kennedy Space Center.

9. New York City, New York, Winter 2000. Highlights: Walking around Park Slope Brooklyn, huddled together, freezing our asses off. Also, a rooftop in Brooklyn one in the morning.... well around that time anyway, the view was like nothing else I have ever seen anywhere else, with city and humanity stretched out forever. Our first time staying as a couple with Kristina and Michael who have proved time and time again to be amazing hosts, and have put up with my sorry excuse for a house guest many, many times. Some day soon we hope to reciprocate.

10. W.Palm Beach, Florida, April, 2000. We went to visit my best friend Karen and her husband Tom at their house in W. Palm (they've since moved to Connecticut). What I remember most about this trip is visiting in their house, and swimming in the pool. It's always very nice to visit with good friends and we don't see Karen and Tom near enough.

11. Cancun, Mexico, June, 2000. The water in Cancun was amazing. This trip was the first time I'd gone snorkeling and is still the best visibility I've come across, including a particularly memorable "Mark, Shark!" moment. The other major highlights were swimming with dolphins at Dolphin Discovery, and visiting Xcaret.

12. Boone, North Carolina, New Year's 2000-2001. Our first (and so far only) ski trip together. We discovered that I ski about as well as Mark snowboards, and almost died driving down the frozen roads in my brand new (to me) Honda Civic. New Year's was somewhat anti-climatic as all the bars had closed. We did light a few fireworks purchased at one of the many scary Fire Works! shacks along the Georgia/North Carolina border.

13. New York City, New York, Spring, 2001. We spent the first night of this trip with people we no longer consider friends as we did something unbeknownst to us to piss them off (that's my story, I'm sticking to it). We spent the rest of the trip with Karen and Tom (see W.Palm Beach) and had a blast together. The most memorable event was a sketchy interaction in the lower East Side with some of the scariest looking guys I've ever seen in my life, and a morning trip to the planetarium. Another too-short visit with two of my favorite people.

14. Tokyo,Japan/Singapore/Tioman Island,Malaysia, June, 2001. Our first trip to Asia together. This was the trip that inspired the move to Singapore, and began our first real consideration of life as expatriates. We've been back to all three places if that's any indicator of how much we enjoyed ourselves the first time.

15. Chicago, Illinois, July, 2001. Highlights included visiting the Chicago Aquarium and Art Institute, and later that day stumbling upon a Patti Smith show while walking around downtown. Chicago's a lovely city, where else in America can you find a Picasso and a Chagall outside for everyone to enjoy?

16. Las Vegas, Nevada, October, 2001. We went to Vegas for my very good friends Kristina and Michael's wedding. Most memorable: the rehearsal dinner at "The Pink Taco" restaurant in the Hard Rock Cafe (nice one Kristina). The wedding was lovely and it was so much fun being on vacation with friends! Their vacation wedding inspired us when planning our own event less than a year later.

17. Paris, France, Christmas, 2001. Mark proposed to me on this trip. It was tres romantique as he waited until Christmas eve when we were on a bridge over the river Seine with Notre Dome in the background. As Jonathan Richman says "if you don't think Paris was made for love/Give Paris one more chance..."

18. Key West, Florida, January, 2002. We went to Key West on an exploratory trip to see if it would be a suitable location for our wedding. Which leads to trip 19....

19. Key West, Florida, May, 2002. We got married on the beach at Ft. Zachary Taylor State Park with two other couples elbowing for room on the same beach, in spite of that it was a very lovely sunset ceremony, made all the more special because our most cherished friends and family flew down there to be with us. I highly recommend a destination wedding; you get a vacation with your best friends and an excuse to have a very small wedding (which I also recommend).

20. Charleston, South Carolina, July, 2002. We went to Charleston for 4th of July weekend. It was a nice break away from Atlanta. There are some lovely beaches nearby too.

The rest of our trips together have been documented on the blog so I'll just list them without commentary:

21. New York, October, 2002
22. Orlando/Cocoa Beach Florida, November, 2002
23. Moved to Singapore, November, 2002
24. Vietnam, December 2002
25. Koh Samui, Thailand, March, 2003
26. Bali, Indonesia, April, 2003
27. Sydney, Australia, July, 2003
28. Tokyo, Japan, September, 2003
29. Los Angeles, California/Cocoa Beach, Florida/Atlanta,Georgia, December-January 2003/2004
30. Bangkok, Thailand, January, 2004
31. Tioman Island, Malaysia, March, 2004
32. Melbourne, Australia, April, 2004

Another thing we're looking forward to doing after we move is taking some classes. Like many of the things on our other this, this isn't necessarily something we're prevented from doing here; it's just that with a new beginning and (hopefully) more money, it seems more possible. And it's also a good way to meet people.

I plan on continuing Japanese, and maybe doing some writing workshops. Marjorie wants more Spanish and photography. Together we may do cooking and scuba diving. Oh, and dog obedience, of course.

We took a vow the other night to never again go six months without taking some sort of class that interests us. Unlike my nail biting/neck cracking vow, let's hope we can stick by this one.

On another note, go see Shrek 2. Side-splittingly funny.

Three cheers. Another forum I'm on has a thread going about remarkable experiences. Here's what I posted:

This is the first thing that came to mind as a "remarkable experience". It was just something I was lucky enough to witness.

I was working at Kennedy Space Center -- must've been about 1992 -- and had seen my share of shuttle (and rocket) launches. Landings, however, had always been done out in California at Edwards Air Force Base. They had built a landing strip at KSC, but had yet to use it, except for landing the special airliner that carries the shuttle back from California.

On a day when the shuttle was scheduled to land in Edwards, I was at work as usual. Word started spreading around the building that, due to a weather pattern approaching California, they were going to land the shuttle, that day, right outside our building!

Everyone filed out at the appropriate time, and waiting in the parking lot that was pretty much right across the street from the landing strip. The funny thing was, no one knew which way to look. We knew it would be coming from the west, but also that it would have to circle a few times to lose speed. So eyes were pointed in every direction.

Finally, someone spotted it, directly overhead, so high up that you could barely see it. Everyone cheered, for the first time of three. We watched it begin to bank into its turn.

Two minutes or so later, the double sonic boom hit us -- BOOM! BOOM! Car alarms went off, and everyone cheered again. It pulled a descending curve over our parking lot, and we could begin to see details on the shuttle itself, as its jet fighter escorts pulled up alongside.

But to everyone's dismay, just before it was to do its final, unimaginably steep descent towards the landing strip, it disappeared behind a cloud bank. We were going to miss the landing! It was hard to tell just how thick the clouds were, and where they stopped. Finally, just as the shuttle was leveling off from its descent, it burst MAJESTICALLY out of its cloud bank, almost directly towards us, and everyone went nuts cheering, one more time! Not that the astronauts could possibly hear us; it was just an unbridled outburst of joy amongst a bunch of space geeks. Finally it dipped below the trees across the road and made its landing. We all went back to work with big stupid grins on our faces.

Speaking of voting, we've both decided that if Fantasia gets voted off American Idol, we're never watching the show again.

Singapore Idol starts soon. I'm all aquiver. No, really, I think it will be a hoot, in a train-wreck sort of way.

Stolen Elections? Alrighty, in case you've been keeping up with the comments, the person I referred to who wrote the Vanity Fair Article about hacking the vote was Michael Shnayerson. But, the person doing the research on this frightening phenomena is Bev Harris. If you want more information go to http://www.blackboxvoting.com/
pretty frightening stuff. BE VERY SKEPTICAL IF YOUR ARE VOTING ON A DIRECT RECORDING ELECTRONIC (D.R.E.) VOTING SYSTEM THIS ELECTION!!!! These are what were used in Georgia during the past election by the way. Really makes you wonder.

We're not as shallow as we may appear to be based on our blogs.
I read the last post and thought, "Wow, you look at the state of the world, and what a sad time it is to be an American (and perhaps particularly an American living abroad), and we're posting what we want to buy when we move". That seems wrong, but honestly, do you guys really need our opinions about the pathetic state of the world? I doubt it. Still, it's a sad time to be an American, or even a human.

Things we can't wait to buy, own, or otherwise acquire once we move:

Washer and DRYER.

Big refrigerator.

Car.

Dog.

NEW CLOTHES.

Comfy computer chair.

Comfy matress.

High quality sheets and comforter.

MORE CLOTHES.

Coffee maker.

Cookbooks.

Kitchen appliances.

Art.

Magazine subscriptions.

TIVO or its equivalent.

All our stuff from Atlanta.

Their food is to die for. Our favorite Thai restaurant, Diandin Leluk, is unfortunately situated in the Golden Mile complex.

Two weeks ago, the highway behind it collapsed, forcing evacuation of the building.

Today, it was evacuated again -- for supposedly unrelated reasons -- after the building started shaking due to an earthquake across the water in Sumatra. No one else in town seemed to feel a thing, myself included.

One might never want to go near the place again. But only if one hadn't ever tried their green curry soup.

Serves us right. I only knew fifteen minutes beforehand. Marjorie knew all along, but figured if it was a Kevin Smith movie, it couldn't be all bad. The point is, we both knew going in to see Jersey Girl that it starred Ben Affleck, and we went anyway. We got what we deserved.

Itig. Back in high school there were two girls -- Tia and Mary -- who had invented their own language. It was much like piglatin in that it was just a bastardization of English, one that could be both spoken and understood, once you knew the trick. It sounded really strange, but they were able to hold conversations out loud without anyone understanding.

One day I got them to tell me the trick to it. Unlike piglatin, which only operates on a single word, they mangled every syllable. The trick was to essentially put two unstressed syllables -- "itig" -- in front of every vowel sound. So the word "word" would become "witigord". "Sound" would become "sitigound". It chains together for multiple syllables -- "teacher" would become "titigeach-itiger".

It sounds hard, but it's pretty straightforward. I quickly got to the point where I could speak it as fast as they could. I find I still can, pretty much. What's weird is that, even though I could encode it fast in my head, I could never really decode it that fast. And my sister, who was also privvy to the trick, could understand it easily when others spoke it but couldn't speak it very good (if I remember correctly).

I just remembered this recently. I don't know why I'm blogging about it, except that it strikes me as interesting.

Senescence. Not that I can possibly make it, but it's been pointed out to me that my twenty year high-school reunion is next month. Twenty years! Next month!

Life seems damnably short sometimes.

I don't feel much different than I remember myself at high school graduation. I did have a sense of immortality at that age that I miss now, though. That I was always going to be that age, with no overhanging sense of urgency about anything other than enjoying life.

At one point I considered going to work for one of the few companies that are working on life extension (such as these guys). But I looked into it, and don't see much to hope for beyond some modest gains in our lifetime. It would still be interesting to work on, but there are things I enjoy more. I'll still be first in line if they manage to bottle it, though.

Found out last night that my new favorite writer, Greg Egan, is Australian. He's a left-coaster, though, so I don't think I'll be hounding him for book signings after we move. Check out his web site, the very fine story of his that I read last night, and a worthy cause he campaigns for.

I don't need to read any more of his stuff while I'm working on my own, though. It's kind of disheartening, how good he is. He writes as if he lives inside the worlds that he creates, and his characters are real people, not the cardboard understudies so common to SF.

More ways to save money:

8. Plan grocery visits around recipes that use ingredients already in the house. Status: implemented by Marjorie.

9. Begrudgingly turn down invitation to fancy Brunch and other activities because of expense. Status: implemented unfortunately.

10. Make coffee at home everyday, even on weekends, rather than buy $4 coffee at Starbucks. Status: implemented by Marjorie.

We're both being so good lately, and it's hard, but truthfully we don't need to acquire any new stuff before moving. I can't wait until we can really get started checking things off the "to do" list, it's still a bit early to do most of the important tasks (like find work).

Ways to save money in anticipation of a move:

1. Place moratorium on buying new clothes, CDs, housewares. Status: Grudgingly implemented.

2. Get a library card instead of blowing wads of cash down at Borders. Status: Implemented (Mark).

3. Sell back old books to used book store. Status: Marjorie doing first load today.

4. Fill suitcases with housewares during exploratory trip to new destination; trek said goods deep into woods, and cover with plastic tarp. Recover after doing actual move. This saves greatly on shipping and storage expenses. A GPS is recommended. Status: Vetoed by Marjorie.

5. Lunch: hawker center $3 noodles instead of $15 restaurant entree. Status: Implemented (Mark).

6. Switch to Tiger beer, the local brew whose flavor can best be described as "formaldehydy". Status: Grudgingly implemented (Mark).

7. When flying down for actual move, wear three pairs of trousers, five shirts, three pair of socks, to save suitcase space. Status: Can't speak for Marjorie, but I plan to do this.

Oh, my nose! I had been getting so many scoring chances from the back line that the coach today moved me up to center half, late in the game. I lasted only ten minutes before going nose-to-head with an opposing player. I thought I was okay until I looked down and my hands were covered in blood. I thought it was just a bloody nose, but when I got home it looked like my nose was crooked, so we trundled off to the ER. They didn't say much, except that they usually give these things a chance to heal on their own; they don't reset until a week has gone by. I'm supposed to get it x-rayed tomorrow, but now that the swelling is down, it looks straight again. Still, very sore.

We moved around a fair amount when I was a kid, and I was always the first one that ended up having to go to the hospital, for whatever reason. We've been here a year and a half, and I've been three times now.

Perfectionism. I read an essay today that struck a chord with me and my current efforts to write. It was about silencing your inner critic, and had particularly harsh things to say about being a perfectionist. I had always taken a sort of pride in my perfectionism, when perhaps I should have seen it for what it is: a voice that always says that the things I do aren't good enough. Not a desire for excellence, but rather an impediment to progress.

You know, now that I read that, it sounds like a load of self-help shinola. It's possible that that perfectionism can become debilitating, I suppose, but there's nothing wrong in general with wanting to create something good. I've still become fairly accomplished at a lot of things. Never mind.