Sunday, December 19, 2010

Politics, as a practice, whatever its professions, has always been the systematic organisation of hatreds.


The phallus is everywhere. Mount Wellington as viewed from St Johns Park. December 2010.

The curse of phallogocentrism strikes yet again. It is incredibly hard to be a radical feminist in Hobart, as everywhere you care to look you will find colossal concrete erections lording proudly over you. It must be the high natural levels of testosterone in the air…

Sunday Top Five? My Top Five Wishes For This Christmas!


  1. A benign sense of self-satisfaction.

  2. Tranquillity.

  3. No arguments.

  4. A firmer understanding of the rudiments of theoretical physics.

  5. A new bag.


...and not a phallus in sight!

6 comments:

Roddy said...

Not a man bag! Surely!

USelaine said...

Looks like it could use a good scrubbing.

J Bar said...

Great shot.
Sydney - City and Suburbs

Kris said...

Roddy, just a bag.

Elaine, I’m not sure that anyone even knows that the monolith is there, let alone clean it!

JBar, Cheers! I’ve been eating my lunch at the foot of it of late…

Sue said...

I'm trying to find a bag for Cody for Chrissy....a big mutha canvas duffel bag. *Grunt!*

Kris said...

An army surplus should do it!