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09 Dec 10 Losses & Gains

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Into the third week back in the UK.

Cornish PastiesI felt very relieved when I finally got my , and then strangely enough, it hit me. It was almost time to actually leave. I’d felt very trapped and very stressed, and the issue drove me nuts because of feeling trapped, and totally not in control too, I guess.  Now I had the , and I kinda sorta didn’t want to go. Of course I was going to miss people, but I was also going to miss the place. I never once drove California’s without appreciating the awesomeness of the mountains. I know they’re only mountains, but they are always there, usually in the of vision when one is barelling down the highway, but spectacular nonetheless.

Going to California felt like a big new adventure when I set off from South Carolina. Driving across was an adventure in itself, although nothing like those TV treks that one sees – there simply wasn’t the time or the money for all the along the way, or trying out and the like.

High Desert SunriseWell, for a number of reasons, California turned into more of a nightmare in many ways than a start. Mostly financial. If money was no object, of course, one could live anywhere, and I’d have probably chosen to stay in California, although I did somewhat miss the charm and Southern sophistication  of Charleston,  South Carolina. The American South isn’t entirely populated by rednecks, by any means.

Home is where the is, at the end of the day, and although many people assumed I was coming back to England because that was where my was, and that I was homesick, nothing could be further than the truth. Sometimes I’d feel a bit of a when I saw programs such as Countryfile, and images of green rolling fields and other archetypal English scenes. All in all though, I’m a forward looking person 99% of the time. After all, one has to live in the present. One can’t forever dream about the future, or turn the back either.

So back I came. Farewells are never easy for me.  I’m way too emotional, or rather, I’m absolutely hopeless and hiding my emotions. I don’t weep along to every darn thing, but on the occasions when I do get upset, I can seldom contain my sadness, it just overwhelms me. Goodbyes are always like that for me, even if they’re only temporary ones.

The first couple of days were exceedingly weird and mixed up. I was overtired but not sleepy, and jet-lagged. I’m only now just really getting back into UK time after two weeks. During the first couple of days, I just wanted to get on a plane and go back to California.

Sarre MillAnyway, back to now. I’ve been back two weeks, going into the third. Has much changed since I was last here in 2004?  The Government has. One bunch of incompetents has been replaced by another bunch that seem largely less competent that their predecessors. Still, here is not the place for politics. Life for the average person goes on, and Britain in 2010 doesn’t seem hugely different.

I’m in now, and not Kent. That does make a difference now, and it always has done. I’ve always liked . Here I’m in a pleasant neighborhood. It’s peaceful and quiet, and one rapidly ignored the planes coming in the land every 3-4 minutes all day. I really only notice them when I’m out in the street. I try not to look up, because everyone will know I’m new in town, because no one else seems to take any notice of them.

I’ve been to the supermarket, and bought all the (mostly bad) food items that I’ve missed. Sausage rolls, scotch eggs, black pudding, good quality British Bangers, Branston Pickle, Brown Sauce, and Brioche. OK, I know the last one is French, but I never saw it in the parts of America I was in.

What do I miss? Not much from California really, but I was only there five months. I’m not much a fast food fan, but I do like In ‘n Out burgers. Yes, I’ll miss getting a double double with everything on, and fries. A tasty burger with fresh salad, and real fresh cut potato fries. From the east coast, I miss juicy plump Gulf Oysters, a wonderful beer store, and many superb eating places. Charleston, at some point, I shall return, if only for a visit. Much as I liked California, I simply wasn’t there long enough to call it home, and I can sit here right now in London, and feel I did leave a little bit of my heart in the Lowcountry.

The first week back here, I felt like an alien. How does one prove one’s address on the second day of return, but yet cannot get anything done without it?  There’s been a few brick walls for sure.

Still this week things are moving forward. Took a driving assessment yesterday, and passed that. Today I’ve had a medical, and except for getting told to get new glasses, everything was fine. As soon as I get my renewed licence back, I can start work. That’s a good feeling after feeling like a spare part in my previous home in the desert.

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22 Aug 10 Free Bacon!

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To be more accurate, free for twenty-four hours at one of ’s oldest 24 hour cafes.

If the queues don’t turn out to be a , this might prove an excellent opportunity to grab-n-go a quick bite without even having to reach in your pocket to pay.

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07 Feb 08 Other Blogs Of Mine

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Me, with Cooper River behind OK, so I’m a geeky type. I don’t care. I like technology, and what its advances can offer us all. I often find new ideas, applications, or gadgets interesting, fascinating, or inspiring. I’m very much a “value-for-money” type of person though, so I like to cut through the inevitable surrounding new products (especially those from the giant ),  and weigh up all the for myself.

To that end, I have another blog, where I post all the geeky stuff. I don’t write in it every day, but when I try something out, or find out about something new that I think I might find a use for, I put it in there. You can find it at http://ian.may.name

Me Looking At You I have a flickr account. I’ve had one for quite some time now. I think it’s a great way to share photographs, and also a place to store some away from my computer (a kind of emergency backup).  Right now, I’m a little concerned, now that Microsoft has reared it’s ugly head  towards Yahoo. Microsoft have a tendency, in fact a reputation, of doing things their own way, often to the of the rest of the IT world at large.  It’s a good job Microsoft don’t own the majority of the net, or we’d all have to used that darn awful, bug ridden, security-holed, w3c non-compliant, nightmare  called Internet Explorer.

Anyway, sometimes, I’m chatting to friends online. I’m a long- of IRC, which pre-dates IM, and the Web too. I find an interesting photo in my collection and I want to share it. There is a way to do this in IRC, using DCC (direct Client to Client). However, many IRC users don’t have the correct ports open on their , and it often fails. So, I set up another blog. In here I’ll post images that I want to share on the spur of the moment with my online friends. They’re all family-friendly, nothing to shock, or , but as it’s unplanned, they’re just a random mix. It’s called Eyebee’s Pics. Eyebee, in case you’re wondering is my online nickname, and is derived from my first and middle name initials which are I and B. You can find Eyebee’s Pics right here

Finally, those of you who like music may like to check out the NAB Radio blog that I maintain at http://nabradio.us/blog

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