

Australian
expatriate sonographer Expat@Large here, currently working in
and around Hong Kong Singapore for a medical
ultrasound company or two.
Since 1998,
I've been Applications Support, Senior Applications Support,
Clinical Trainer and Clinical Marketing Manager and never once
seen a job description. Aah, Management. What is the first Myth
thereof? Well, you know the answer.
My favorite
and current role:
International Clinical Specialist.
What the
hell is that, you ask?
International:
a stranger in some strange lands
Clinical:
devoid of emotion and sensitivity
Specialist:
out on a limb, career-wise
Flitting
here and there across a coupla continents (38 countries!), living
in and out of a suitcase, chasing the best girls and the cheapest
beers (or was it the other way around?), looking professional
and acting amatuer (or was it the other way around?), saving
money and spending time (or was it the other way around?) and
generally growing old disgracefully...
In
other words - your typical ex-pat, having a GREAT TIME!
N.B.
Please read my thesis before
it gets too out of date!!!

What
is the latest SARS mutation? Check this News Flash out!



Rimbaud:
A Season in Hell. 1873.
Yeah,
right. So that's why you became a gun-runner in Somalia. Smart-arse
young prick.


Hatted
Gent: I heard
in a lecture from Dave Levesque, that we only retain 15% of what
we hear!
Seated
Gent:
Really! What
else did he say?
Hatted
Gent: Dunno.
Can't recollect. I was too distracted by his "Balinese
Teaching Shirt"...
(Original
Caption: Please don't make me take my hat off! I might have a
centre hairparting just like that dork over there...)

 
Same
son (Nathaniel)
Same truck.
Same
backyard.
Trying
to do the same expression.
Slightly
less rosy cheeks.
20
years apart.
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That's
me, Specializing Clinically in an International way, on the left
right, sucking and seeing on a coconut from this coconut dispenser
lady in Ho Chi Minh City, okay okay Saigon. Jan 1999. But hang on,
there were only 2 people on that motor cycle! What's going on here?

Well, for
a start...
You can leave,
and go to my non award-winning blog
page

Or you can
try and wade your way throught the densely packed reasoning behind
this website in my Phil O'Sophical justification for laying bare
my soul to several billion strangers.

More usefully,
you can chase up some rapidly outdating information and opinions
on the controversial obstetric ultrasound dilemma of Choroid Plexus
Cysts of the fetus. This was submitted in a slightly more conventional
form (i.e. on paper) as part of my successful application for
the Fellowship of the Australian Institute of Radiography back
in 1996.

If you want something more in the support style of information about CPC, try the Choroid Plexus Cyst Organisation. It has an excellent forum for parents, and lots more up-to-date links.
As well
as the bitter and twisted stuff on the blog,
those hungry for more of my prose can read some of my
published small pieces on ultrasound topics, or some of my immensely
amusing and/or depressing emails home about travel and such (superceded
now by said blog).

Even
more droll is my attempt to catalogue the important things in my
life, like books and movies. You might want to agree or disagree
with these. Up to you, as the girls say in Thailand.

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