Social Networking

In order to celebrate what is the FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-THIRD post of this here website thingamabob, I thought that I should alert you to the fact that it now has its own Facebook page.

How terribly exciting!

So if you do the Facebook thing, feel free to add the blog networks application and tick me off. Even better, if you have your own page, you can whack it up there with little effort.

Comments

Neva said…

OK I will see what I can do seeing as how I am a bit challenged when it comes to the facebook page....thanks for visiting while I was gone.

8 July 2008 at 12:36

Anonymous said…

Have joined your blog network - really enjoyed reading your blog! Have added you to my Technorati faves too although Technorati is so bonkers at the moment, anything could happen...

8 July 2008 at 14:29

Jane Hards Photography said…

I am on facebook, but have a tendancy to forget I'm on it. When I do remember I wonder what I'm doing there. I proceed to let my Vampire do some damage, join poitless groups, leave previous pointless groups and update my status to the effect of of the f**k has it got to do with facebook if I'm having a crap or not. I don't think I have the networking thing down yet. Will check it out again and try and be socialble, but i's so damned hard.

9 July 2008 at 00:35

Kris McCracken said…

Facebook is a vaguely interesting distraction during the day. I tell myself: "at least it isn't My Space"...

10 July 2008 at 11:53

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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