Hello again...

I'm a terrible blogger. Four months and not a single blog. No carvivorous exploits, no crazy arctic shennanigans, and I haven't even let any pseudo-scientific articles whip me into a writing furor. It could be that I've been focusing on writing my books.

What? Books? Yep. I've written 2/3rds of a second novel, in series to the first and have ideas and plot points for a 3rd and 4th. So I have been busy, not idling my time away during my arctic penance (note the change in attitude in relation to my global stationary position).

Canadian immigration is a joke. We've given up the idea of making it honest in Canada. I have broken no rules, in fact I have followed them very well, and as such I am relegated to a non-earning, prideless shell. Basically because I have yet to grovel at the altar of scholastic dominion and paid my yearly dues for a piece of paper with a shiny star and a dean's signature of approval I have been relegated to second rate humanity. Because I'm not part of the "learned" sect of society I can't be awarded legal status to work. Neat. The idea that the west doesn't operate on a class system is a sham. It's a far more open class system than say, India, but not by much. Anyway, because i have no specific field of study and or degree or field of "learned" work (by their definition or course) the Canadian government has afforded me, the husband of a Canadian citizen, a brief period of my life where if I do anything to help myself or my wife earn a living and pay their outrageous taxes I will be deported.

Let me sum up: I'll be punished for contributing to their society. Why? Because Canada has already relegated marriage into a secondary legal status inferring shared possesions, home, and real estate. Nothing else.

You might ask, "Are you just frustrated that things haven't worked out?" But of course. Because of a selected lack of information and refusal to even communicate with its own citizens abroad, we were only able to find roughly 10% of the information that we've gleaned over 12 months of hacking away at the shroud of mystery that surrounds Canadian Immigration Serivices before we moved. We may as well be trying to hack into the CIA or FBI databases when trying to find out if that mystery call that came out of the blue meant they were looking at my application.

In fact, even the FBI managed to process a background check on my behalf in the time it took immigration services to acknowledge they even recieved my application. It's a joke.

I surrender. We are returning to our work-a-day "consumer" status in the states this summer. It's better than this. Global economy my left foot. The world is as big and seperate as it ever has been.

I'm out.