The difficulty is to try and teach the multitude that something can be true and untrue at the same time.

I shall try not too. Elizabeth Street Pier, Sullivan's Cove. November 2011.

It's Tuesday right? That means another Q and A stolen from Sunday Stealing. This week, The Madness Meme, Part 2 [the madness continues].

23. Do you ever walk around the house naked?
All the time. It’s my house!

24. If you were an animal what would you be? Why?
Erm... I’m pretty sure that I am an animal. Humans can get mighty uppity sometimes about their position in the food chain. If the question was intended to be “If you were a different kind of animal what would you be? Why?”, I guess that I’d say Great White Shark. Why? I dunno. Cruising around. Easting stuff. Sounds cool.

25. Hair colour you like on someone you’re dating?
These things are always going on about ‘dating’. I don’t even know what that means! Is it a euphemism for ‘rooting’? Anyway, I like brown hair on girls.

26. If suffering an injury, would you rather be left blind or deaf?
I really rather not suffer the injury, but if you have a hot poker and simply must jab me; make me deaf, I could do with some peace and quiet.

27. Do you have any special talents?
I was going to say, “annoying my wife”, but that isn’t at all special, because I have two sons who are equally as good at it. Ummm... I think that I am quite good at arguing. I have an annoying (sense a pattern) capacity to zero in on a particular weakness in logic and hammer and bash away at it until the whole superstructure falls down (or the other person dissolves into tears).

28. What do you do as soon as you walk in the house?
Take off my shoes. Empty my pockets. Take off my watch. Sigh.

29. Do you like horror or comedy?
Comic horror? I like a bit of both.

30. Are you missing anyone?
I’m always missing somebody.

31. Where do you want to live when you are old?
Somewhere by the sea.

32. Who is the person you can count on the most?
Jennifer.

33. If you could date any celebrity past or present, who would it be?
Again with the dating! Are we talking ‘dating’ in the euphemistic sense (see question 25)? If so, you’d have to go for some real goer like Catherine the Great or something. If you’re talking about ‘dating’ as in “go out for a meal” or something, I dunno, Germaine Greer. I like a challenge...

34. What did you dream last night?
Something sexy. It involved dating. Dating all over the shop. Nonstop dating!

35. What is your favourite sport to watch?
On TV or in person? I’ve not had a lot of time for watching sport in the last five years. I’m looking forward to Henry starting Auskick or little athletics.

36. Are you named after anyone?
Not that I know of.

37. What is your favourite alcoholic drink?
I like a nice cider. Tasmania has a lot of nice ciders.

38. Non-alcoholic drink?
Water is good.

39. Have you ever been in love?
I still am!

40. Do you sing in the shower?
Of course. I like to substitute the words of popular songs with my own. It is very amusing.

41. Have you ever been arrested?
Indeed I have.

42. What is your favourite Holiday?
Well, we don’t get the day off for International Women’s Day, so I can’t say that. I like any holiday that has a chance of sunshine and a trip to the beach. How about Regatta Day?

43. Would you ever get plastic surgery?
If I needed it, yeah. Now, if you’re talking purely ‘cosmetic surgery’, not a chance.

44. Have you ever caught a fish?
Why yes, yes I have.

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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