I hope that I don't get my name added on some list somewhere...
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
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There is a discussion in Germany now if your child, in this age, should play naked on the beach. Ten years ago it was normal or without any discussion. It is more anusual now, but you will see it.
I'm talking about a public area on a lake or the sea with other people.
It seems to me profoundly stupid to give children the message that there is something to be ashamed or wrong about being naked. They’ll have the rest of their lives to hate their bodies, there seems no need to spoil the fun they have right now.
Roddy, they both love a bit of nude time. I suspect Ezra is a nudist right to his very core…