Skip to main content

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.


Evening falls. Then gets up again. East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. April 2011.

Sunday Top Five and today's top five is brought to you by the city of Batmania Dutergalla Melbourne...

Five Things On The Agenda For Melbourne Over Easter! By the time this list appears, I expect that we shall be part way through this list already…


  1. Melbourne Zoo


  2. Melbourne Aquarium


  3. Melbourne Museum


  4. Royal Botanic Gardens


  5. Scienceworks



We also have an extensive list of all relevant eateries, shops, retailers and hot dog stands to keeps us busy. As you can see, we like to combine our fun with our learning. I usually like to finish these trips with a questions to answers ratio of 20:1, which strikes me as a healthy sense of our own knowledge.

Comments

Roddy said…
You missed Luna Park. Just for fun.
I wish I were there with you. There is so much to do. Unfortunately when you live there you just don't see it.
In the future you should also consider Ballarat and Bendigo. Not to forget Geelong.
I shouldn't say it but you should try all of the eateries that Melbourne has to offer. Unfortunately you aren't there for that long.
Kris McCracken said…
Too many rides that Ez can’t go on and Henry wouldn’t go on at Luna Park.
Roddy said…
Did you go there?
Kris McCracken said…
No, but the Internet tells all...

Popular posts from this blog

Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

This is the moon. Have I mentioned how much I adore the zoom on my camera? It's Theme Thursday you see, and after last week's limp effort, I have been thinking about how I might redeem myself. Then I clicked on the topic and discover that it was BUTTON. We've been hearing a lot about the moon in the past couple of weeks. Apparently some fellas went up there and played golf and what-not forty-odd years ago. The desire to get to the moon, however, was not simply about enhancing opportunities for Meg and Mog titles and skirting local planning by-laws in the construction of new and innovative golf courses. No, all of your Sputniks , "One small steps" and freeze dried ice cream was about one thing , and one thing only : MAD Now, I don't mean mad in terms of "bloke breaks record for number of scorpions he can get up his bum", no I mean MAD as in Mutual assured destruction . When I was a young man you see, there was a lot of talk about the type of m...

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. ...

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...