It is well known that Beauty does not look with a good grace on the timid advances of Humour.

Aren't you cold. Elizabeth Street in Winter. August 2010.

Dolly birds draped about in bikinis. A standard response when you think "Winter in Tasmania".

I am looking for ideas.

I’m happy to trawl the ‘net for more, but I thought that I’d throw open the comments section for suggestions.

What should I write about?

Any questions that I should answer?

Anything that you’d like me to photograph?

The creative well is running dry, and my capacity to draw comics [you know who you are] is limited!

Comments

smudgeon said…

Hmmm...how about some kind of thoughts on your week's readings? You do read an awful lot.
And I guess I'm mildly curious to know what you made of Down & Out in Paris & London.

8 September 2010 at 13:26

Tash said…

Hmmmm...2... you've covered babes, babies (darling kids)... how about cars?

8 September 2010 at 16:22

Carola said…

Some ideas for photos: Public Transportation,

Not comics, but what about Australian jokes. And somthing curios Henry or Ezra is telling you, in Germany we call this "Kindermund" children's talk.

And maybe you are interested in this: This man is walking around the world since ten years. He is coming to Tasmania. Do you like to meet him?
His site: http://www.wwwalk.org/FrameSet_an.html

8 September 2010 at 20:15

Anonymous said…

Too bad about the cartoons, they made me laugh (especially the cake ones). I'm thinking they might make a good post-thesis entertainment, if I can get the creative juices flowing myself.

That's a fabulous picture by the way!

9 September 2010 at 04:47

Kris McCracken said…

Me, I will dedicate each Friday to matters "book list".

Tash, I don't 'do' cars.

Carola, thanks for the ideas. In terms of public transportation, I've done both buses and water taxis. That's Hobart covered! I saw that fellow who has been walking around the world on the news last night, he's drawn a crowd down here.

Jackie, the cartoons are a sad reminder of what I can't talk about. This is a shame, as I have had plenty of fodder of late.

9 September 2010 at 11:39

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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