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Here is another of what I label my 1970s Yugoslavia photographs. More Tuzla that Sarajevo perhaps, but a wet winter's shot nonetheless. Yes it is 10 Murray again looking tired.

I promised it on Wednesday, so here you can have it now: part one of Ten True Things About Me:
  • As a lad, my favourite colour was RED. At some point, my favourite colour has shifted to BLUE. I believe that this relates to a temperamental shift, rather than any unconscious political motives.

  • When I was in high school - a period I broadly detested, by the way - people would often say "these are the best years of your life". I do not have the words to possibly express how depressing and disheartening that was to me. Gladly, they were quite wrong. [As an aside, how miserable their own adult lives must have been!]

  • The depth of my feelings for both of my sons surprises me on occasion. Ultimately, it is something of a relief, as I honestly wasn't too sure how I'd feel about them before they arrived.

  • I like chickens more than I like dogs. Dogs smell and too easily tolerate abusive relationships. I don't respect many dogs.

  • I have only ever spoken the words "I love you" - in a romantic context - to one person. That seems to surprise people, and their surprise surprises me.

Comments

Lonie Polony said…
I completely agree with your point on school days supposedly being the best of one's life. Whoever tells children that deserves a turn on the ducking stool.
Kris McCracken said…
Lonie, AND the strap!
Mike said…
I am not big on the "I love you thing" either!
Kris McCracken said…
Otin, it seems a silly thing to say if you don't mean in.

People seem to say it to fill in the awkward gaps.
Chris Wolf said…
these were remarkably beautiful. thank you for sharing.
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, now I'm blushing.
yamini said…
This is a beautiful true facts list and I really admire the last one. Not many men (or women can for that matter) can claim that, you know!!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, well, I know that Jen can't claim it! ;)
Priyanka Khot said…
It is nice to know something more about you. Maybe I'll fare better in the Facebook quiz.. if u create another. :-)
Gerald (SK14) said…
I didn't like school until the last year - things would be good now if I still had the energy I had then - and yes I agree with you about the love thing but chickens rather than dogs - there I fervently disagree.
yamini said…
Kris, I hope there are no saucepans flying in ur direction at home by now!! ;-)
yamini said…
And yes, Jen can;t claim that because she has not one, but three gorgeous men in her life. Touchwood!! (See I didnt forget to include you as well) :-))
Maria Verivaki said…
my school days were such a lonely period in my life too - i liked and i thrived in univeristy, but at school, i simply remained stagnant
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I am merely an agent of Truth.
Kris McCracken said…
Hyde DP, I think that school isn't suited to young people.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, she just blushed.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I'm not counting children as "romantic" I love yous.
Kris McCracken said…
Kiwi, that sounds rather familiar...
Sarah said…
That was interesting to know about your points of view. I agree with most of them, specially with the last one!
Roddy said…
Who knows where we would end up if we could do it all again. School was never my forte. A period of about 12 years where I marked time until I could eventually leave.
I have no problem telling anyone that I love them if it is warranted.
I also have no compunction in telling someone that I don't like them. Politely, sometimes. Abusive mostly.
Jackie said…
Another who agrees about the school/best days thing. Actually the last 2 years weren't so bad I guess, but the rest of it, urgh.
yamini said…
You are so mean. :-P
Enjoying your writing along with the photos. Good stuff!
Kitty said…
a wonderful list!

I have to wonder whether chickens don't tolerate abusive relationships now. What about cats?
Kitty said…
oh, and the title of this post is very true. It's something I say all the time.
Hi! Kris,
A very interesting photograph......"More Tuzla that Sarajevo perhaps, but a wet winter's shot nonetheless."

Kris said,"part one of Ten True Things About Me:...Wow!...those ten facts are very interesting too!

Thanks, for sharing!
Tash said…
Maybe a bit too grand for Tuzla ;)

http://www.tuzlarije.net/panorame/panorama.php?pan=panotuzla45.html

It's amazing how much love a parent has for a child, isn't it? Boundless.
Tash said…
Oops, I spoke too soon!
http://www.tuzlarije.net/panorame/panorama.php?pan=panotuzla18.html
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, you shouldn’t throw things at people though.
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, Alice Cooper was right!
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, cats will leave unless there is something tangible in it for them I admire them for the selfishness.
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, very right. It’s a tragedy if it happens to US though!
Kris McCracken said…
DeeDee, I am glad you read through it.
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, even (especially) when they are being rotten.
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, poor old Tuzla. As a fan of salt, I’m a fan of Tuzla.
Gabor said…
I agree with you 100% on points #2 and #3 (tho i have just 1 daughter).

Loving the 70's Yugo theme and the name of it - can really apply to almost any communist state - though I would not restrict it to the 70's.

Here would be my addition to this theme, shot in Sydney:

http://photoaday.com.au/photoaday/2009/07/20/redfern-suicide-flats/
Kris McCracken said…
Gabor, that is an excellent shot you've linked to there. High rise, high concentration public housing really didn't work out too well as a public policy response, did it?

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