Here in Body, But the Soul is Slow to Catch Up

After my Job Search Assault on Queen St and K'Road yesterday which involved a lot of 'here mate, got any jobs?' and filling out of application forms, I sort of lost momentum a bit today and got a bit reflective on it. Both Cathal and Kate are working today, so I have had a lot of alone time. I had the best intentions of focusing on Newmarket and Broadway in the Great Job Hunt today, but instead I woke up late, groggy and thoroughly underwhelmed with the propect of the trek. It was a beautiful day until an hour ago, but I barely managed to get out of the house.

I still feel far too connected to Belfast. I often find myself calculating the time there and thinking things like 'I'd probably just be coming off shift now...' or 'I'd be all tangled up in my duvet with Purry Mason' before catching myself on because that is not my job anymore and that bed and its room now belong to someone else. Its my fault really, because I didn't feel that at all during the wedding and the few weeks surrounding it. Probably because of the dearth of internet in cow country. Now that I have broadband access again, I've been wild good at using it - not that that in itself is the bad thing, I have applied for buckets of jobs and things. Its just that I can't resist the temptation to find out what I would have been doing if I were at home. I'm confident that once I can get stuck into work somewhere, anywhere, I can shake it off and properly throw myself into this, because I feel like I'm only half here at the minute and thats not what I want. Its not that I'm unhappy either, I really like being here. I just need to find my niche.

Jamie and Karina were through Auckland last night on their way to Fiji, and called to see if I'd be up for a drink. I just happened to know that it was also Karina's birthday (thankyou, Facebook) and having just had a birthday in limited familiar company myself, thought I should mark the occasion somehow. I brought her a card, a wee muffin that looked like a miniature cake and some party fodder - a ballon, poppers and the like. On my way over the Grafton bridge to meet them, I began to think about human achievements and knowledge, what we in the 'Western world' consider to be 'civilisation'. I looked down into the gully and saw the roads, and cars, and the machines on the bridge that are working on its refurbishment, and thought again of how knowledge is passed between humans. If the current population of the world were only able to function on things they have achieved or deduced or produced themselves, what would the world look like? It is amazing that the ability to produce fire at will once eluded the species, and that now we do it constantly with little thought to how it came to be that we can. And this is a skill has been passed from people to people for thousands of years. Its almost like we are born with a ready made skill set if we are only willing to listen to those trying to teach us. Thats what I'm talking about, I suppose. Education. Or socialisation. Isn't that just social education though?

I need to stop thinking and get out.

Other things of note:

• Isaac Brock has written some fucking awesome lyrics.
• I sewed something today. Fixed some straps on a dress.
• I have a bite on my leg, I don't know who is responsible but if i find them I will cause their downfall by squashing.
• Money does not make you happy, but it enables you to do things that do much more easily than when you don't have any.
• Steve Martin and Geena Davis are members of Mensa