I’ve left, so it doesn’t really matter

I’ve debated (with myself) the wisdom of writing what is printed below. I’m not annoyed because I’ve not come away with much more than bucketloads of experience, as that experience has been invaluable. I’m pissed off because not only is someone trying to pass off my work as their own, they’re doing it so poorly.

Neil showed me an e-mail from a friend in Xiamen. He’d scanned the editorial page from the last What’s On Xiamen he’s seen. In it, the assistant editor I’d picked to replace me on my departure said she was so stressed working so goddamn hard on the content to deliver the issue to her dear readers after I left suddenly and without warning.

Yes, she worked really hard writing that editorial and getting other people to do her job. I got a teeny tiny thank you at the end, with no mention that I’d done practically all the work remotely (one skim of the articles and the editorial makes it clear they were not written by the same person — I write using grammar and punctuation). She’s probably already been paid more than me because she’s salaried and I wasn’t. And she’s asked me to help her (free of charge) with taking over the website (and her first questions concerned how much profit it makes, followed by saying she has no clue how to administer a website so if I could tutor her through it she’d be very grateful).

My dear girl who spent a year studying in England but only hung out with other Chinese students and did not make one British friend, I lived in China for three years. Complimenting me then trying to scam me isn’t gonna work. If you want to do it, you’re gonna have to find help somewhere else, and I can guarantee you that your new foreign friends are expecting to profit from it, too.

This New Year’s long weekend I…

  • went to my cousin’s house (and ate loads of junk food)
  • stopped by for ‘a drink’ at the Station Hotel on the way home (and we ended up staying pretty late)
  • stayed up for ‘the bells’ in the safety of indoors (the weather was wild outside) and watched some Jools Holland then went to bed because there was nothing else good on
  • played on the computer
  • ate a lot of New Year’s dinner (at 4.30?) and more chocolate than normal (since I don’t normally eat chocolate, that means fewer than half a dozen pieces)
  • watched The Secret Life of Brian, half of Life of Brian, and What The Pythons Did Next

I’m taking the train today, too, on the first day of fare hikes

As though public transport isn’t already too expensive and inconvenient, rail fares are going up — above inflation. The Tories say it’s about forcing people off the train because planned improvements haven’t happened (I don’t know whether or not that’s true).

Train companies say the extra money is to pay for service improvements.

We do have a car now (and it’s already at the mechanic’s; nothing serious, just taking longer than needed because of the holidays), but we wouldn’t if the public transport system was better. It’s also already very expensive, and it doesn’t make sense to me that in this day and age they haven’t rolled out ticketing and fare collection systems like those in Singapore and Hong Kong (lack of political will?). In short, I don’t think there will be meaningful service improvements.

PS. First Scotrail doesn’t say if this country is affected, so I’ll see when I get on the train this evening.

As the year draws to a close, I’d like to say that this year I…

  • really learned how to eat (some) spicy food
  • visited a bunch of Shaolin temples in Fujian
  • moved countries TWICE
  • got a new laptop after five years with my old one — almost a record, I like to think
  • ended my relationship with a magazine I slogged to launch and run
  • learned to use our old sewing machine again
  • made my first sock monkey (and second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth)
  • crocheted a shitload of stuff
  • continued to suffer from chronic re-designitis
  • became an employed writer and professional blooger (not this site, of course)
  • was part of a Western-style family Christmas for the first time

Wow. Doesn’t look like very much when it’s written down.

Winter layout — the broken snowman

Here’s an experimental theme. I thought I wrote perhaps too much nonsense (but I can’t help myself), so I’m trying out this “one category’s posts in main area, the rest of the posts in the sidebar” idea for the index page. Everyone may not like this format, but I think it suits me for now. The layout is pretty much the same… except for the bottom. The bottom bit’s different.

Since I’m not an artist by any definition, that upset snowman is about the best you’ll get from me in terms of illustration, especially since my graphics tablet is still packed away in a box. I’m still waiting for full-on snow, so I can actually make a real snowman. Although I’ve been instructed to make it in the back garden in case the neighbours think Neil’s mum has gone completely potty. I have no idea what the fuss is about.

Um, I also refreshed Twisted Sockster a little as part of this general re-design. And that’s it.

We won, so go away

I’m actually quite mad to read that a Catholic bishop has rejected a request by Spain’s Islamic Board to allow Muslims to pray in the Cordoba cathedral. Sure, there are extremists, but they come from ALL faiths. A place of worship is a place of worship, I don’t think the Islamic Board is asking that Muslims put out a call to prayer during Mass or anything. A lot of people go into churches and places like that to think and maybe do a little navel-gazing — I think quiet contemplation is quiet contemplation, and spirituality shouldn’t discriminate based on professed religion.

It would be very galling if I went into a temple or mosque and wasn’t allowed to sit and be alone with my thoughts because I wasn’t a member of that faith.

They’ll probably also bring up ‘security’ concerns as a reason.

Organised religion is stupid. It divides.

Sage like a herb

Just you try it and watch me run away like a scared little girl: “This guy was like Tony Robbins for drunk guys trying to hook up.” — Johnny Triangles (via Gawker)