There are a terrible lot of lies going about the world, and the worst of it is that half of them are true.

It's a crab! Little Howrah Beach, July 2011.

Today I am stealing the Q & A from The ~~Manchester~~ Guardian!

When were you happiest?
Probably when I was young enough to know otherwise.

What is your greatest fear?
To be unnecessary.

What is your earliest memory?
Kevin Bartlett's goals in the 1980 Grand Final is the earliest I can put a date on.

Which living person do you most admire, and why?
'Most' is a very big call, but I've always admired how Václav Havel goes about his business.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
~~Perfection~~ discipline.

What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Indiscipline.

Property aside, what's the most expensive thing you've bought?
Ummmm. Maybe a computer.

What is your most treasured possession?
I'm not sure that I have one. Possessions are a little bit overrated.

What would your super power be?
Being able to poo money would be good.

What makes you unhappy?
Being kept awake unnecessarily.

What do you most dislike about your appearance?
General wear and tear.

What is your favourite word?
In all languages I like 'Lebensmüde'. In English, maybe 'oscillation'.

What is your most unappealing habit?
A mocking tone.

What is your fancy dress costume of choice?
"Ordinary bystander #3".

If you could bring something extinct back to life, what would you choose?
A healthy sense of shame.

Is it better to give or to receive?
It depends on the disease.

What is your guiltiest pleasure?
The odd lunchtime souvlaki.

What does love feel like?
Being.

What was the best kiss of your life?
It's a tie and it involves very fresh babies.

Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
"It depends."

What is the worst job you've done?
Door to door selling of the Sunday paper was pretty ordinary.

If you could go back in time, where would you go?
Very good question this. Do I have the luxury of some kind of magic pill to enable me to speak/ understand the local dialect? If I do, Paris in 1789 would be a good one. If not, how about Victorian London?

When did you last cry, and why?
I've already dealt with this (#13).

How do you relax?
Onanism.

What single thing would improve the quality of your life?
Volume buttons on children.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Making it this far.

How would you like to be remembered?
As someone worth remembering.

Where would you most like to be right now?
Prague.

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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