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...
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For a while I had trouble with Zac. I even had to sit in the chair with him once and restrain him under the barber's cover. He played up so much, I ended up giving up and leaving. I was SO embarrassed!
For a long while I would just chase him around the house with scissors grabbing him and cutting what I could...not very often... as I just didn't have the fortitude to fight him! He looked like a little shabby heathen most days.
Those days are long gone as he now insists on very expensive designer cuts and he spends more time on his hair than ME! He blowdries it, then straightens it...every day! He looks gorgeous!
A young Hamlet...perhaps an updated version for the modern world?
They gave my Dean a buzzcut while i was there and I almost cried.
There must be a happy medium somewhere.
Great pics of your great kids.
As for designer/blow/groom... is there something wroooong with that?
Give me a bloke that deosn't care how he looks any day of the week!
1. If it doesn't matter, what's the dif?
2. I'll bet you never look at ungroomed women.
3. We are just talking about a professional haricut and blowing it out ourselves, right? Not "The Man Who Fell to Earth"?
1) ultimately people can do whatever they want. The fact that young men are embracing such aspects strikes me as a depressing for two reasons:
i) it only matters in the sense that often times concentration on superficial appearance comes at the expense of substance.
ii) it has already (and will increasingly) contribute to those problems that previously plagued young women in the majority (anorexia, bulimia, self-image related anxiety/depression). I kind of hoped that greater equality of the sexes might have resulted in less pressure on girls, rather than more on boys.
2) quite the opposite. I loathe the 'made up' look and find women who spend large amounts of time on their appearance not all that attractive. Give me 'natural' beauty any day of the week. People are like gardens in that sense. Keep it simple so that the upkeep is minimal!
3) David Bowie? Umm, I'm not sure. I'm talking about fashionistas who are driven by their own insecurities to contribute to a commercialisation of insecurity to sell stuff to people who don't feel very good about themselves, when ultimately, it doesn't matter.
I don't even use a conditioner. I can't remember the last time I wore makeup of any kind. There's more, but I'll stop with that.
Bless.
Most people really don't need it.
I had a female flatmate years ago that fair dinkum would disappear into the bathroom for a good hour and a half every morning to do god knows what in front of a mirror. There'd also be a good 25 minutes at the end of the day scraping things off. It wss a bugger if you needed to use the dunny and I'm not sure that it made much of a difference...