Life decisions

So, today I signed off almost the last of Unique Trav­el­ler. It’s good: looks fant­astic, good con­tent, best thing I’ve pro­duced since e)mag. The last thing to go is the cover. We’re just wait­ing on the bar­code to be sent by the people who supply bar­codes. Appar­ently, des­pite care­fully fol­low­ing the con­vo­luted instruc­tions on the web site, I got the check digit wrong when I tried to con­vert the ISSN into a bar­code string. Does­n’t matter: what’s import­ant is that the cover idea is awe­some – risky, but awe­some – and I’m really happy with this magazine.

Tomor­row, I sign off on it and it’s over until the next one, which, it being a twice yearly magazine, won’t be for a while unless it stuns every­one and sells like hot­cakes (this is your cue to buy copies if you live in Vic­toria: it goes on sale July 4). Tomor­row is also the dead­line for my stu­dents’ final essay, so next week is ser­i­ous mark­ing time.

What next? I haven’t heard any­thing from the Sydney-based polit­ical job. I’ve been offered a con­tract sub-edit­ing a food guide. I’ve been offered a con­tract with a com­pany doing a mobile phone series. I’ve been offered another semester teach­ing at Mel­bourne Uni.

Spain calls. Friends call. Life is… inter­est­ing. I still feel like some­thing is miss­ing, but as someone close to me recently reminded me, we would­n’t be the stim­u­lat­ing, pas­sion­ate people we are if we were easily sat­is­fied with life.

Oh, and talk­ing about pas­sion­ate people chas­ing their dreams: Happy birth­day, frou_frou!