To appreciate nonsense requires a serious interest in life.

A noose in the Yarra? No, it's a loose mooring rope in the muddy Derwent. The heavy rains that we've had of late has meant that a lot of topsoil gets washed into the river. It doesn't seem to alter the colour out in the middle of the river (it's too deep), but in the bays and docks, it goes a nice shade of brown. The tourists hate it.

Time for the Sunday Top Five!

Today though, we have a record FOUR top fives!

MY Top Five Animals from ZooDoo:

5: the camels;
4: the Tasmanian Devils;
3: the wallaby (with joey);
2: the koala;
1: the Bengal Tiger.

JEN'S Top Five Animals From ZooDoo:

5: the koala;
4: the piglets;
3: the baby alpaca;
2: the camels;
1: the wallaby (with joey).

HENRY'S Top Five Animals from ZooDoo:

5: the Bengal Tiger;
4: the koala;
3: the merino sheep;
2: the wallaby (with joey);
1: the Brown Capuchin monkeys.

EZRA'S Top Five Animals from ZooDoo:

5: the marmosets;
4: the Red-winged Parrots;
3: the koala;
2: the baby alpaca;
1: the rabbits.

There were a few unfortunate to miss the list, not least a wide range of birds. The 'just outside' group included: Mandarin Ducks; the ostriches; the lion; the Blue Tongue Lizard; the roosters; the kangaroos.

Henry would like to note that he did not like the band of marauding emus that attacked us, or the naughty goat that knocked him over.

Comments

yamini said…

see there, Henry top choice from the Zoo reflects that he has a SOFT CORNER for the sub-continent. I am delighted to know that and plz thanks Henry personally on my behalf with a special hug.

12 October 2009 at 04:58

Kris McCracken said…

Yamini, the Bengal Tiger was a magnificent-looking beast!

13 October 2009 at 10:20

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...

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

This will hurt me...

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