It seems that if you don't have a blog, you've not really been paying attention to the world. Yet some of the blogs I've checked out appear to have been written by those who mostly pay attention to themselves.
How does one avoid that trap? And what does one write about if it is not about oneself ?
No matter, since this is just a test of the blog process, I do not need to be totally detached and can be as self indulgent as anyone else.
So what am I?
I'm a recently retired male, living in New Zealand. My working life began more than 47 years ago and I was employed in essentially the same company for the whole of that period in various capacities, without parole. The work ranged (in no particular order) from laboratory worker through dairy industry consultant, research scientist, company executive, project manager, software developer, forensic investigator, raconteur, university lecturer, video producer, equipment designer and teacher/trainer. I can honestly say that the only times I ever woke in the morning thinking "Oh hell, I have to go to work today" was if I had been oversampling a decent single malt the night before.
I've more than a passing interest in language, music and photography and manage to combine these interests into video production for fun and to some extent, for a fee. Perhaps fee might become profit in time but I fear I left my run a little late since Peter Jackson, Lee Tamahori and a few others have captured the early high ground in New Zealand in the field and spoiled the opportunity to make the impact that these luminaries have.
Unfashionable though it may be, I've remained married for more than 30 years to the one woman who thought it was worth the effort. We've managed to raise two sons and two daughters without undue trauma, all gainfully employed except the youngest who will pursue design (probably architectural) at university next year. The eldest daughter skilfully produced our first grandson for us six weeks ago. The event has brought a fresh focus to life, and has proved to be wonderful camera fodder. My heartfelt thanks go to the Gods of technology for digital cameras with large memory cards that enable high volume, high reject count photography without concern for the cost.
Apparently it is possible to insert photographs into these blogs so I may even bore you with the odd picture.
Enough already -after all, this is really only a test and if the next episode take as long as this one has, I'll probably not repeat the exercise.
How does one avoid that trap? And what does one write about if it is not about oneself ?
No matter, since this is just a test of the blog process, I do not need to be totally detached and can be as self indulgent as anyone else.
So what am I?
I'm a recently retired male, living in New Zealand. My working life began more than 47 years ago and I was employed in essentially the same company for the whole of that period in various capacities, without parole. The work ranged (in no particular order) from laboratory worker through dairy industry consultant, research scientist, company executive, project manager, software developer, forensic investigator, raconteur, university lecturer, video producer, equipment designer and teacher/trainer. I can honestly say that the only times I ever woke in the morning thinking "Oh hell, I have to go to work today" was if I had been oversampling a decent single malt the night before.
I've more than a passing interest in language, music and photography and manage to combine these interests into video production for fun and to some extent, for a fee. Perhaps fee might become profit in time but I fear I left my run a little late since Peter Jackson, Lee Tamahori and a few others have captured the early high ground in New Zealand in the field and spoiled the opportunity to make the impact that these luminaries have.
Unfashionable though it may be, I've remained married for more than 30 years to the one woman who thought it was worth the effort. We've managed to raise two sons and two daughters without undue trauma, all gainfully employed except the youngest who will pursue design (probably architectural) at university next year. The eldest daughter skilfully produced our first grandson for us six weeks ago. The event has brought a fresh focus to life, and has proved to be wonderful camera fodder. My heartfelt thanks go to the Gods of technology for digital cameras with large memory cards that enable high volume, high reject count photography without concern for the cost.
Apparently it is possible to insert photographs into these blogs so I may even bore you with the odd picture.
Enough already -after all, this is really only a test and if the next episode take as long as this one has, I'll probably not repeat the exercise.
