Truth is so obscure in these times, and falsehood so established, that, unless we love the truth, we cannot know it.

I like Spring best when the skies are blue. York Street, Sandy Bay. September 2011.

I have A-Negative blood type, which puts me in the company of 3.52 percent of the World's population. Apparently, I should be careful when travelling to parts of the world where supplies of RhD negative blood are rare, particularly East Asia, or at the very least carry a suitcase full of my own blood about with me.

Moreover, type A-negative donations are in high demand for red cells, but I've never been stopped in the street and asked for it and have not figured out a way to turn those desirable red cells into hard currency.

Comments

Roddy said…

Think positively. When in a foreign country you will probably die thus negating the need to carry your own blood group.

28 September 2011 at 20:33

Sue said…

Well, well, well....something we have in common (besides Roddy)...I too, am A neg. I know where to go for a transfusion now... if ever I need one (Allah forbid)!!!

29 September 2011 at 17:36

Kris McCracken said…

Roddy, that's comforting!

Sue, they say that A-negs are the best. I think that they are right...

1 October 2011 at 07:59

Roddy said…

Hell is when you arrive in heaven without your demons.
Obviously someone had my blood group when I needed it a hundred years ago.

1 October 2011 at 12:49

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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