I am completely operational, and all my circuits are functioning perfectly.

Everywhere I look these days, I see another vinyard. Seriously, we've got more vinyards here in Tasmania than I've had hot dinners. Above you can see one that is part of the Coal River Valley Wine Route

Sunday Top Five!

Top Five Songs Guaranteed To Get My Two Sons Out Onto The Dance Floor!

The Supremes: Where Did Our Love Go

The Spencer Davis Group: Gimme Some Loving

Outkast: Hey Ya

The Tings Tings: That's Not My Name

Public Enemy: Fight The Power

Comments

Babzy.B said…

Wonderful shot , i'd like to taste the Tasmanian wine :)

1 November 2009 at 20:42

Carola said…

Belated Happy Birthday Henry! Great party, great video.
We are in Tuxtla Gutierrez, Mexico and haven´t been online for two weeks. Can you imaging how this is?
Our new video from Austin, Texas is here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tB0r1D8IVf4.
News and photos on www.nomadenaufzeit.de
And our favorite baby dance song is from Beyoncé.

2 November 2009 at 05:40

Kris McCracken said…

Babzy, we do excellent reds.

2 November 2009 at 13:20

Kris McCracken said…

Carola, my word you get about!

2 November 2009 at 13:20

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

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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