People do not lack strength; they lack will.

Standing in the east, looking over the west. Mount Wellington, viewed from Geilston Bay. July 2010.

Time for another exciting instalment of 100 questions!

41. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE?
A cat’s tongue stitched to the back of my left hand.

42. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY?
It liberates me somewhat by writers’ block, which itself emerged because I’ve not been well, exacerbated by being busy at work. That is, it’s easier than thinking something up.

43. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?
My legs. Or eyes. Hair? Something like that.

44. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL?
I’d probably have to write a ministerial brief.

45. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?
A fancy new whiz bang laptop computer.

46. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?
I’ve enough already!

47. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
No one that I know of.

48. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?
I generally avoid wishing.

49. WHICH FINGER[S] IS YOUR FAVORITE?
My right index finger.

50. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY?
I had a few tears on the 7:45 to Glenorchy via New Town Road.

Comments

Roddy said…

You know, really, you do have a good back yard. Imagine being surrounded by concrete.

16 August 2010 at 12:27

Misfit in Paradise said…

Okay, I'll bite. Why the cat's tongue?

17 August 2010 at 02:06

Pasadena Adjacent said…

thats another keeper

20 August 2010 at 13:16

Kris McCracken said…

The cat's tongue can take care of any grooming I might need.

22 August 2010 at 18:08

Misfit in Paradise said…

Got it. Good idea.

23 August 2010 at 00:54

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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