No idea is so outlandish that it should not be considered with a searching but at the same time a steady eye.

Frost on the windscreen. King Street, Sandy Bay. July 2011.

Today we’re stealing... The Honesty Meme!

Right now I'm feeling... tired.

When I'm alone I feel... tranquil.

When I'm surrounded by people I feel... irritated.

One thing I hate is... wilful stupidity.

One thing I really like about myself is... integrity.

...and now a word from our sponsor...

Closer. King Street, Sandy Bay. July 2011.

When I'm feeling sad I... [silence].

When I daydream it's usually about... swimming.

I'm afraid of... fear.

I'm happiest when... asleep.

One thing that really worries me is... helplessness.

If I could change one thing about myself it would be... irritability.

If I could be with anyone right now I would be with... children.

The family member I am closest to is... Jennifer.

If I was really honest with my father I would tell him... shush.

One thing I regret about my life is... drift.

If I only had one more day to live I would... panic.

If I was really honest with my mother I would tell her... everything.

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A different week, but the same frost. King Street, Sandy Bay. August 2011.

One thing about me that nobody knows is... secret.

I hope that someday in the future... we all calm down a little bit.

When I think about my family I feel... anxious.

Something I'm really embarrassed about is... silly.

One thing about me I never want to change is... legs.

One thing I feel really proud of is... understanding.

Blogsville has helped me to... express.

One thing I like about blogsville is... conncection.

Comments

smudgeon said…

"If I only had one more day to live I would... panic."

Bugger the usual romantic fluff about bucket lists & what-not, if people knew they were going to die within 24 hours they would just spazz out. Hell, I would.

11 August 2011 at 11:29

Roddy said…

I'm pleased about Blogsvilles connection too.

11 August 2011 at 19:50

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...

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. ...

This will hurt me...

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