Teach a parrot the terms 'supply and demand' and you've got an economist.

Careful of the drips with your lens. Princes Street, Sandy Bay. September 2011.

The Lucky 33 Meme [part 2]!

17. Do you know how to do the macarena?
I most certainly do not!

18. Is the sun shining where you are now?
Absolutely and I am loving it.

19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
I think that clowns are supremely unfunny.

20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
A little less frayed around the edges would be nice.

21. Would you be my good angel or bad angel?
I'd be an ambiguous angel.

22. What color eyes do you have?
Seal brown.

23. Ever been married?
Just the once.

24. Bottle or Draft?
As I stated last week, I am against the draft. Also, I am very anti-bottling bonsai kittens.

25. If you won £10,000 today, what would you do with it?
Exchange it to Australian dollars and quickly deposit in the bank.

26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew?
I am not a bubble gum kind of dude.

27. What's your favorite bar to hang at?
Monkey bars.

28. Do you believe in ghosts?
No more than I believe in vampires, werewolves or compassionate conservatives.

29. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
Take photographs. Or read. Or just bask in silence.

30. Do you swear a lot?
I swear much more that I really should, but much less than I used to.

31. Biggest pet peeve?
Smelly dogs on furniture.

32. In one word, how would you describe yourself?
Demanding.

33. In two words, how would you describe yourself?
Well-intentioned.

Focus on the flower. Princes Street, Sandy Bay. September 2011.

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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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