Baby-brained Lynn—a reference to present uterine cf. cerebral capacity—has tagged me to propagate a blog meme.
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We took a couple of days between Anzac Day and the weekend to make a short holiday on the Wanganui River. At the place we stayed we were presented with meals that were impossibly huge, a diet that would super-size us in no time. In 2002-2003 one in three adult New Zealanders was overweight (excludes obese) and one in five adults was obese (MOH). Some people are quick to ascribe their weight problem (if they identify it as such) to extrinsic factors, such as genetics, time or financial constraints, marketing, or poor social support. However you rationalise it, being overweight or obese comes down to simple mathematics. The only certainty among all the theories is that energy and mass are interchangeable.
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One zero is a very short (~1100 words) piece of creative writing introducing a world view based on binary code (Matrix inspired I guess). Originally the prelude to a short story I planned to write, it's sat on my hard drive untouched for the past 3 years (although the first words were written sometime earlier). As a full story it will never see the light of day, so I present it here for your consumption. Does it stir anything in you? Do I have any potential as a writer of fiction (or what needs to improve)? Where would it take you if you were to write the next 1000 words?
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The moving marvel. At least I think that's what it was called... the book responsible for an 11 year old boy determining to study medicine. My younger self made notes from this book and from others, in an exercise book I named "206 bones".
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This is a short and rather cryptic piece about devotion to duty and the introspective self-doubting thoughts it sometimes brings, and the anticipated healing power of friends. It isn't dated, but I'm guessing that I wrote it during my rather traumatic internship as a House Surgeon in Whangarei. Nowadays I don't usually resort to poetry when I can't sleep, but my sleep is still periodically disturbed by the same negative thinking—thinking that can resist even the wise words of a very good friend.
I'm not saying the perfect job actually exists... it's more of an ideal. Reflecting on what you want out of your working life is a healthy and necessary exercise—especially when you're considering a career break or have the opportunity to try something or somewhere new. I've made a short "wish list" of characteristics from my imagination; what would you add—or subtract—to define your perfect job?
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