All successful revolutions are the kicking in of a rotten door.

Frequent blog pest stalker commentator Roddy's leathery old arm blocks an even better view of Ezra.

This one is an old one, early April if I'm not mistaken.

Sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty-three

There are Clues everywhere you look. April, 2010.

I wonder what Philip Larkin would have made of this?
Annus Mirabilis, Philip Larkin

Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen sixty-three
(which was rather late for me) -
Between the end of the Chatterley ban
And the Beatles' first LP.

Up to then there'd only been
A sort of bargaining,
A wrangle for the ring,
A shame that started at sixteen
And spread to everything.

Then all at once the quarrel sank:
Everyone felt the same,
And every life became
A brilliant breaking of the bank,
A quite unlosable game.

So life was never better than
In nineteen sixty-three
(Though just too late for me) -
Between the end of the Chatterley ban
And the Beatles' first LP.

All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.

Check out that snow.

Genuine Tasmanian snow that.

Meetings are indispensable when you don't want to do anything.

10 Murray and the moon in June, 2010.

T minus 5,491 minutes and 8 seconds.

I shall miss 10 Murray when she's gone. I am only thankful that I shall not be in the vicinity when they knock the Grand Old Dame down.

[Wipes tear.]

Economics is extremely useful as a form of employment for economists.

Erosion.

It's the curse of toddlers and beaches everywhere.

The long run is a misleading guide to current affairs. In the long run we are all dead.

Triangles aplenty down at Opossum Bay. February 2010.

T minus 6,900 minutes and 14 seconds.

Theme Thursday, and a spot of luck as even a cursory glance at the photo above gives me nineteen glorious examples of the wondrous TRIANGLE!

I wish to deviate for a moment, however. For I need to vent.

This morning we will probably see the current Prime Minister replaced. Now, it won't be the voters that do it. It won't be rank and file Labor Party members that do it. Although they can rightfully claim the scalp - and make no bones about it, that's what it is - it won't be the media conglomerates, mineral companies, stock brokers, tax avoiders and countless other parasites that live of the (however clichéd but in this sense apt) fat of the land.

No, it'll be the same old same old twitchy hacks within the ALP who always spoil it for the likes of me.

You see, I'm clearly an idiot. I believe that government is important, and an expression of the will of the people. Politics is thus a necessary evil, a way to allow the contest of ideas and decide what exactly it is that the people will

I'm not much of a fan of the PM, but if ALP does what is expected and dumps Rudd now, it will not only be a tremendously stupid thing to do, it will be a stark demonstration of where power lays in Australia today. Forget what you've been told, but the moronic union bully boys (and remember that Julia as you take the blood stained chalice) that have shown true bully colours.

They've caved.

Indeed, in a demonstration of the most pusillanimous [and look that up Bill Shorton because it sums you right up you useless, moronic piece of s%#t...] spinelessness I've seen in quite a while, they've given in to the most barefaced, transparent campaign orchestrated by the usual cabal of bosses, manipulators and vermin that run this show.

Despite Mr Murdoch’s best efforts, with some confidence I’d say – nice and loudly – to the ALP that YOU WOULD HAVE WON THAT ELECTION. It isn’t necessary.

Alas, it’s not about ideas, it’s about polls.

Who controls the polls? You know who because they always have.

The saddest part is that the imbeciles at the controls of power in the ALP are too stupid to know.

Well done fellas, enjoy the bloodletting.

[I also note that I'm not even a particular fan of the the [still] current PM. He does, however, deserve better than this.]

Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one.

Here's a photograph of much warmer times, way back in February when the sun was shining and we were romping about at the beach.

Will we ever see such days again?

Time is the longest distance between two places.

A message from the fountain in Salamanca Square to you. June, 2010.

T minus 9,090 minutes and 18 seconds.
Heavy fog on Hobart's eastern shore this morning, you couldn't even see the Tasman bridge until you were on it, and when you were on it, you couldn't see the Derwent River Estuary.

Funny thing was though, no fog on the western shore. Grey old day mind you, but no fog. Looking out over the river though, no eastern shore!

What witchcraft is this!?!

One may not regard the world as a sort of metaphysical brothel for emotions.

No, he's not off his face, he's just tired.

I will admit that there is more than a touch of Keith Richards about this one.

Ads that I DON'T like: #104

Perhaps the only way that you could trump the obnoxious and boorish racism at the base of today’s advertisement for coffee would indeed be eschewing coloured models at all!

I am sure that Maxwell House’s logic was one rooted in the question of why even bothering use a primitive savage when you can find two perfectly decent and upstanding white folk, get them to open up the can of boot polish and blacken themselves up for our amusement?

Dare I suggest that – tub of Kiwi aside – you would struggle to find two more Caucasian-looking characters than these two Uni revue rejects?

I hate this ad.

It is always easier to fight for one's principles than to live up to them.

A crack in the façade. May, 2010.

T minus 10,530 minutes and 12 seconds. Another Salamanca shot and everyone is calling in sick. If I didn't have this protective layer of egotism I might think that they are avoiding me...

Nine times out of ten, in the arts as in life, there is actually no truth to be discovered; there is only error to be exposed.

Henry is a firm believer that Tasmania is a nice place, but that there are too many trees and that they spoil his view.

Being a determined fellow, he's made it his life's mission to take a few out, starting with this one!

Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.

Sullivans Cove on a winter's morn. June, 2010.

I better clear the decks of these Salamanca shots before I move up the road/river to New Town. I've a few left over, and will have limited opportunity to spring them upon you without looking like using old stock.

Last guys don't finish nice.

A blast from the past: Ezra does his best Bush Tucker Man impression.

Civilization is unbearable, but it is less unbearable at the top.

Night time is the right time for a burst water main in Geilston Bay. May, 2010.

Man, I had written a whole LONG and CONVOLUTED post about today's list, and the damn computer ate it! God damn broken my heart. I'm just gonna list it and wipe the tears away and pass on typing it all up again.

Bugger.

Time for the Sunday Top Five. Music again! Today, we look at <b>My Top <s>Five</s> Ten FIFTEEN Opening Tracks To Albums That I Like Very Much!</b>

Bob Dylan, "Like a Rolling Stone", Highway 61 Revisited

Marvin Gaye, "What's Going On", What's Going On

The Rolling Stones, "Rocks Off", Exile on Main Street

Led Zepplin, "Immigrant Song", III

R.E.M., "Feeling Gravitys Pull", Fables of the Reconstruction

Wilco, "Can't Stand It", Summerteeth

Sonic Youth, "Teenage Riot", Daydream Nation

Sufjan Stevens, "Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois", Illinois

Roxy Music, "The Thrill of It All", Country Life

Kate Bush, "Running Up That Hill", Hounds of Love

Bruce Springsteen, "Thunder Road", Born to Run

U2, "Zoo Station", Achtung, Baby

The Stone Roses, "I Wanna To Be Adored", The Stone Roses

Smashing Pumpkins, "Cherub Rock", Siamese Dream

Pulp, "Mis-Shapes", Different Class

All right, what have I missed?