The chief product of an automated society is a widespread and deepening sense of boredom.

Ever wondered how crop circles come about...? Geilston Bay High sports grounds, Geilston Bay. July 2011.

Top Five Things That Struck Me About Children Living In Socio-economically Disadvantaged Areas (As Drawn From The Headline Indicators For Children's Health, Development And Wellbeing, 2011)!

Did you know that children living in the lowest socioeconomic status areas, compared to those in the highest socioeconomic status areas, are...

...almost twice as likely to die as infants and nearly 3 times as likely to die due to injury

...30% more likely to be born with low birthweight

...60% more likely to have dental decay

...70% more likely to be overweight or obese

...more likely to be developmentally vulnerable at school entry.

Is that an alien footprint? Geilston Bay High sports grounds, Geilston Bay. July 2011.

We're primed and ready for riots...

Oh no! Much too mundane, it's naughty teens! Geilston Bay High sports grounds, Geilston Bay. July 2011.

Comments

Roddy said…

It's good to see.., No disappointing to see that you have ratbags in your area too.
Do I have an answer to it? Yes! But I am not permitted to think that way! Cést la vie.

14 August 2011 at 16:26

Kris McCracken said…

They are everywhere.

15 August 2011 at 10:57

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

Henry admires the view.

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

Zeal, n. A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced. A passion that goeth before a sprawl.

Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

This will hurt me...

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