Here is a strange looking tree.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Day: March 17, 2019
Caveat: A year later…
[This is a cross-post from my other blog.]
This blog [meaning that other blog] is one year old today. I founded it on Saint Patrick’s Day, last year. That’s why there’s that little shamrock on the first entry.
I really haven’t posted as much as I intended, here, over the last year.
My life underwent such huge changes, mostly unexpected. I ended my 11 year residency in South Korea and moved back to Southeast Alaska. I’m still in a bit of transition in terms of career, and meanwhile living off my savings.
I took a break from the OGF admin team last summer, then worked really hard the last few months. I have become very frustrated with trying to do admin on that site. Indeed, I have become deeply disillusioned – mostly with myself, and my inability to maintain a charitable and good-willed mindset in dealing with a never-ending onslaught of faceless trolls and juvenile idiots. I’d rather cope with a classroom of unruly 7th graders.
In a few days, I’ll be traveling to my mother’s in Queensland for a few weeks: a long crossing of the Pacific. I’ll be constrained by obligations to relatives, so I’m taking a leave-of-absence from OGF and geofiction. I have resigned the admin position permanently. It will be hard to let go, but I feel I must do so for my own peace of mind.
Music to map by: Olga Bell, “Пермский Край.”
Caveat: Poem #959 “Some signs on a map”
ㅁ I read on the map: "Ice-creature seeks cool solace." I drew red circles.
– a pseudo-haiku.
