The Winter Olympicasticals

Over several past olympic decades, we've really enjoyed the immersion in the icy competition that is the winter Olympics.  This year less so.

Other things have eclipsed the fervent heat of Nordic endeavor.   One of these is the 5th Dimension.  What?  It's a long story.  And it's still under construction.  There was (or will be) a wee girl named Alex (possibly a descendant of Bravus) who was born with the ability to enter C (cyber) space mentally and commune the few computers that have achieved sentience.  She's not the first person to achieve this, but the others were executed in an act of genocide some five millennia earlier.  She is searching the known universe for her brother, and stows away with a misfit crew on an experimental craft equipped with a computer who is not just alive, but is sensible.  Unlike her brother.  My Taff is the author of said story - and it's my favorite.  Ever.

As a sonographer in NSW, I'm obliged to be registered with the ASAR, and sensibly join the ASA who will forthwith triennially interrogate me. As a radiographer I'm obliged to be triennially interrogated by AHPRA and sensibly join (for the first time is more than two decades) the AIR.  This also allows me to participate in an MRI competency accreditation course - which does nothing more than push me towards a slight understanding of MR physics as I try to train my half century old brain to competency in this dark magic.  I'll either achieve it, or I won't.  At the moment it seems that after a morning under the influence of the 3T magnet, I'm just relieved to rejoin the darkened world of of echoes and gel.

We'll see if I make the grade.  I won't waste their time.  My omniscient large boss told me a few years ago that my brain was too old to learn MR.  But, I reckon I'll get there.