Mistakes are, after all, the foundations of truth, and if a man does not know what a thing is, it is at least an increase in knowledge if he knows wha

Just one way? Princes Street, Sandy Bay. October 2011.

The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and ladies with zebras). The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last few week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning...

The history of turning tyrants from figures of fear into figures of fun...

How extreme wealth and absolute poverty have returned to disfigure the West...

The trick to creating healthy boys is not that tricky...

Bit of trouble? Feeling a bit down? The strange and curious history of lobotomy...

Did you know that the Easter Island “heads” have bodies?

Shocking news: social protections like income security and access to essential social services are essential for third world development...

A surprisingly poignant video of video game deaths over the years. On a personal note, it was great to see to see the grisly decapitation from Barbarian II make the cut...

On why there should be more than simple guilt over the calorie count over your chocolate fixation...

Frankie Fukuyama stays true to Hegel...

Comments

Brian Miller said…

interesting stuff...read the poverty piece..actually it is not surprising...

14 November 2011 at 11:06

smudgeon said…

Like all serious folk of my generation, I flicked through a few articles (Gaddafi dug Condoleezza? Unexpected.) before being fascinated with the computer game deaths. I didn't realise extreme groin-pain was potentially fatal, but I guess it feels like it at the time...

14 November 2011 at 11:34

California Girl said…

I did not know the Easter Island heads have bodies.

thanks for visiting my blog. Love this photograph. Excellent.

14 November 2011 at 13:05

Kris McCracken said…

Brian, yet we keep making the same mistakes...

Smudgeon, computer games deaths really are the most tragic kind.

CG, I never knew either. They were a weird mob, those Easter Islanders.

18 November 2011 at 14:23

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.

Can you believe that it is time for Theme Thursday already? Today we are not talking chocolate , toddlers , mess or ignominy . No, today we're dealing with ANIMAL . Now I could have posted a picture of a possum, numbat, wombat, wallaby or any other furry killing machine that roams our fair isle, but I figure that I'd use a far more deadly creature as an example of an animal . Some people - I know them as fools - have chosen to embrace that highfalutin idea that human beans are for some ungodly reason superior to animals. Of course, what these imbeciles seem to forget is that were are simple animals ourselves ! Anyone with a baby, toddler, teenage boy or Queenslander in their household could tell you this. Look at Henry [above]. One chocolate frog in the back of the car on a sunny day and all of a sudden it's Elagabalus meets Bacchus for a quick shandy in the Serengeti and we're down on all fours carrying on like a cat in heat. Fair dinkum, anyone who chooses to ...

Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

This is the moon. Have I mentioned how much I adore the zoom on my camera? It's Theme Thursday you see, and after last week's limp effort, I have been thinking about how I might redeem myself. Then I clicked on the topic and discover that it was BUTTON. We've been hearing a lot about the moon in the past couple of weeks. Apparently some fellas went up there and played golf and what-not forty-odd years ago. The desire to get to the moon, however, was not simply about enhancing opportunities for Meg and Mog titles and skirting local planning by-laws in the construction of new and innovative golf courses. No, all of your Sputniks , "One small steps" and freeze dried ice cream was about one thing , and one thing only : MAD Now, I don't mean mad in terms of "bloke breaks record for number of scorpions he can get up his bum", no I mean MAD as in Mutual assured destruction . When I was a young man you see, there was a lot of talk about the type of m...

This will hurt me...

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