A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.

Trust me, it looks nicer when the vines have leaves. Duke Street, Sandy Bay. July 2011.

In the interests of getting some words down for a post today, I have borrowed these NINE Questionable Questions from this bloke here.

Thanks, this bloke!

History has taught me that the trick to getting the most fruitful responses is to zip through them like a rabbit escaping the clutches of a vengeful gardener with

Cheers to all of us thieves!

1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?

Et tu, Jennifer?

2.If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?

To stay asleep a little bit longer.

3. What is the one thing most hated by you?

Just one? Hmmmmmmmmmm.

Inequity.

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?

Relax.

5. Could you fall in love with your best friend?

Too late!

6. What do you expect of your loved one?

Understanding.

7. How would you see yourself in ten years time?

Satisfied.

8. What’s your fear?

Being found out.

9. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?

Check Google Reader to see what's happened in the world.

Comments

Carola said…

For No. 9 I answer the same. For this purpuse I use the small computer in the kitchen and start to prepare my Müsli and coffee.

21 July 2011 at 23:24

Kris McCracken said…

It's a good way to stay informed.

24 July 2011 at 12:58

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...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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