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The process by which banks create money is so simple that the mind is repelled.


Are they going to take down these decorations? The corner of Liverpool and Elizabeth Street, Hobart. January 2011.

Christmas has come and gone. Months of build up, expectations raised, jingles sung, children primed and ready. Then…

Nothing.

All sizzle with little sausage, that is what Christmas is.

Christmas is a good looking, smooth talking ski instructor that struts about the place with tales of improbable bedroom exploits and promises of bliss to end all bliss; but departs with a whimper as it turns out his package is actually stuffed with crepe paper and he’s more Nova Scotia than Casanova.

Christmas is Richard Lounder.

Christmas is taking a big bite out of that juicy-looking peach and finding that it tastes like cardboard.

Christmas is all about the wait and little about the arrival.

Christmas is a bust.

Bring on International Midwives' Day. There is a cause we can get behind.

Today's Top Five? My Top Five Holidays (Besides International Midwives Day)!
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Carola said…
Theses days are amazing. I only did know the Womans Day.

And christmas is over. At this time of the year I only can think of Christmas Island.
Really beautiful, especially when you arrive on a thiny sailboat, after a long passage from the mainland.

But I deviated from the subject.
9 January 2011 at 10:09
Kris McCracken said…
Madness, isn't it.

Boats and Christmas Island have been in the news for all the wrong reasons of late...
10 January 2011 at 09:13
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