It is certain, in any case, that ignorance, allied with power, is the most ferocious enemy justice can have.

Coming back with crays. On the Derwent, as seen from Long Beach, Sandy Bay. September 2011.

The Lucky 33 Meme [part 1]!

1. Can you cook?
Absolutely!

2. What was your dream growing up?
Lots of beautiful women.

3. What talent do you wish you had?
Turning a blind eye.

4. Favourite place?
Home.

5. Favourite vegetable
The wonderfully durable potato.

6. What was the last book you read.
The Appointment by Herta Müller

7. What zodiac sign are you?
Taurus.

8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?
Not one. Ever.

9. Worst Habit?
Groping my wife.

10. Do you personally know anybody on Blog?
Erm...

11. What is your favorite sport?
Sychronised jelly tickling.

12. Negative or Optimistic attitude?
Realistic.

13. What would you do if you were stuck in an lift with someone of the opposite sex?
We would wait.

14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
My children were born very loud.

15. Tell me one weird fact about you:
I am nine percent blancmange.

16. Do you have any pets?
Only a wife and two children.

Comments

Roddy said…

I had my reply typed out, hit send and ...nothing!
We are swinging at anchor in Moreton Bay, Brisbane, Queensland and the link to the outside world breaks as we alter our heading. All too often.

3 October 2011 at 21:08

Kris McCracken said…

Eat the bugs!

8 October 2011 at 18:19

Roddy said…

Only if they are deep fried or dipped in chocolate.

8 October 2011 at 21:39

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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