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Happy first birthday Jac 🎂🎉

I looked out of the window this morning, gazed at the tree behind our house and listened to the birds. It causes me to cast my mind back to last year when I was looking for a job locally.

Completely out of left field, in what would have been about as big a change in career as you could get, I wondered about doing something for the world in which I live. Maybe woodland management, or conservation, or the preservation of endangered species. I did some searches and found that these options sadly weren't viable. I needed a certain salary to allow us to stay and not have to move back down south.

It made me realise that these types of jobs are viewed more as vocations, something to be performed by well meaning volunteers to keep them quiet while the adults get on with the real business of running (ruining?) the world.

Why is it that these areas receive such low funding? The importance of the work conducted in these fields is inversely proportional to the funding and exposure they receive. Maybe it's because there is no profit in it, nothing on which investors and shareholders can make a return.

We sadly live in short-sighted times where problems are pushed ever further down the road for someone else to fix until, eventually, it will be too late and they can't be fixed at all.

Like The Factory | A Working Library...

Hiroko Oyamada's The Factory sounds intriguing, not least because it serendipitously deals with issues raised in Lost Connections.

Art imitating life imitating art.