Anyone who has ever looked into the glazed eyes of a soldier dying on the battlefield will think hard before starting a war.

All in all it's just another crack in the wall. Princes Street, Sandy Bay. August 2011.

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
"Christ..."

2. How much cash do you have on you?
54 dollars and 80 cents.

3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?
Rapport.

4. Favorite planet?
Venus.

5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?
No idea.

6. What is your favourite ring tone on your phone?
"Ring ring."

7. What shirt are you wearing?
A cream short-sleeve one with blue(-ish) pinstripes.

8. Do you label yourself?
Not consciously.

9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing?
Dr. Martens boots.

10. Bright or Dark Room?
This morning: dark. Usually: bright.

11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?
I love them very, very much. Whomever they are.

12. What does your watch look like?
This.

13. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Sleeping.

14. What did your last text message you received on your ~~cell~~ mobile telephone say?
Oddly enough, it was a longish and complicated matter than involved a little detective work this morning.

15. Where is your nearest 7-11?
There are none in Tasmania. The Internet tells me that the nearest is located in Rosebud, Victoria, approximately 793 kilometres away.

Comments

Roddy said…

Those who start wars don't see the dead and dying.

1 September 2011 at 10:24

Kris McCracken said…

Rarely.

2 September 2011 at 14:17

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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