When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

Waiting for the bus in Campbell Street on a Friday afternoon. Hobart. July 2010.

Part Three of my "too busy and thus tired this week to think up posts" meme answers!

31. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?
Revolutionary concept that it is, how about “telling them”?

32. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:
Seventy.

33. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?
Curvy brunettes named ‘Jennifer’.

34. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN?
I never really ‘call’ numbers. I text Jen’s mobile a lot though.

35. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?
How long have we got? A lot of things annoy me. People not thinking things through or reflecting on something before shooting their mouth off really annoys me.

35. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE U.S.?
I’ve never been IN the US!

36. YOUR WEAKNESSES?
I could be a mite more sympathetic. I have high standards, and lack patience with those that don’t, sometimes unfairly.

37. TATER TOTS OR FRIES?
Chips.

38. FIRST JOB?
Delivering newspapers.

39. EVER PRANK CALLED SOMEONE?
No.

40. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED OUT THIS?
Browsing the Internet.

Comments

Kris McCracken said…

Phallus.

17 December 2010 at 15:08

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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