Conviction never so excellent, is worthless until it coverts itself into conduct.

Dienstag! That means another Q and A stolen from Sunday Stealing. Today we are ripping off a blogger and blog called BlueLifeMemories. Welcome to the Blue Memory Meme, Part One

1) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?
"Hello everybody!"

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
Someone with some answers.

3) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?
Take me to Prague.

4) What do you think about most?
I have a tendency to run whatever is on my mind through a whole bunch of lenses. Over and over and over again.

5) You have the opportunity to spend a romantic night with the music celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?
"Romantic"? At least it beats the usual "date" question. Oh I don't know. Someone fun. Maybe someone like Pink or Katy Perry. She could bring Elmo.

6) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
Some stuff that happened that didn't need to happen.

7) What's your strangest talent?
The ability to recall seemingly random factoids at will, across multiple disciplines. I have yet to lose a game of Trivial Pursuit.

8) What would be a question you'd be afraid to tell the truth on?
It would very much depend on who is doing the asking.

9) Ever had a poem or song written about you?
I did have a mysterious fan who was leaving song lyrics up on school classroom blackboards and my name entwined way back in 1995. That's the closest that I am aware of.

10) When is the last time you played the air guitar?
On Sunday. The song? Saints by The Breeders. Top tune.

11) Do you have any strange phobias?
No phobias, just a few sensible fears.

12) What's your religion?
N/A. Never had a faith to speak of.

13) What is your current desktop picture?
It cycles through. Currently it is this.

14) When you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
Walking somewhere, with a book and a camera.

15) What's the last song you listened to?
That's Not My Name by the Ting Tings.

16) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?
Wilco. That was easy actually.

17) What was the last lie you told?
"Yeah, it looks great."

18) Do you believe in karma?
Not in the slightest. It seems that it is quite rare in this life for people to get what they deserve.

19) What is a saying you say a lot?
"Well, that's one way of looking at it..."

20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?
Weakness? Stubbornness. Strength? Willpower.

21) Who is your celebrity crush?
I'm not sure that I have one.

22) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word: heart.
"Attack".

23) How do you vent your anger?
Ranting and raving.

24) Do you have a collection of anything?
I'm starting to get a pretty impressive collection of photographs of Henry and Ezra.

25) What is your favourite word?
Today I like Sanguinolent.

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...

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. ...

This will hurt me...

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