Evolution is what it is. The upper classes have always died out; it's one of the most charming things about them.

Mount Wellington with snow. Geilston Bay. July 2011.

Fifteen stolen questions to get me started this week...

1. What has been your longest love relationship?

Ten years, and counting.

2. What was the last gift that you received?

Two fry-pans and a knife.

3. What do you spend your extra cash on?

This does not compute...

4. If you could live anywhere would you live?

On a bloody great big boat, with all mod cons and easy access to moorings the world over.

5. Who's your cell provider?

Huh? I've never been to prison.

6. What's your favorite mall store?

Mall? As in 'Pall Mall'? I like New Zealand Natural.

7. What's the longest job that you've had? (No parenting does not count!)

For an unbroken period in the exact same role? Not very long, I suppose. The correct answer is "Policy, Research and Communications Manager" at the Alcohol, Tobacco and other Drugs Council for (approximately) one year and three months.

8. If you won the lottery, who'd you call first?

The lottery people, to confirm how on Earth I managed to win the lottery given that I've never bought a ticket in my life.

9. If you won, how would you spend your money after investments?

After securing a solid income base that does not require working out of home, I'd set to working organising a year long tour of the globe!

10. When was the last time you went to church (or a religious house)?

Crikey, that's a hard one. Maybe it was St. Sebaldus Church in Nürnberg, which would make it December 2003.

11. What's the biggest lie that you've heard?

"I promise..."

12. When you go out with your friends, where do you go?

HAH!

13. When was the last time that you cried?

August 3 2010, while on the Glenorchy Express via New Town.

14. What food do you hate?

Peanuts. To be fair, I hate anything that is out to kill me.

15. What do you like best about yourself?

A full head of hair and a good dose of ennui!

Panorama of Geilston Bay, as seen from the punt. Geilston Bay, July 2011.

Comments

Kris McCracken said…

None?!?!

13 August 2011 at 09:30

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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