I was not sympathetic to the assumption that criminals had radically different motivations from everyone else.

Rusty hinge on an old door. Quayle Street, Sandy Bay. December 2011.

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

Reuters have compiled their best photos of the year 2011...

A fan of classical painting? You'll love Ugly Renaissance Babies then...

One for cricket buffs: Which was the most dominant Test side ever?

The decline and fall of the Kodak empire...

There is also this fantastic exploration of feminism in 2011 that explores the divides within the female sex. It's a long one, so set aside some time...

More heavy reading: a postmortem of the British riots...

On those riots, the Guardian has been running an extended series that has been quite interesting, this one in particular drew my eye: about the women who rioted, and how they differed from men.

Here's one to get the gamers up in arms: the Red Cross idea that the Geneva and Hague conventions should be applied to the fictional recreation of war in video games. I reckon that there is merit to at least consider how such laws can be bought to the attention to players.

The BBC's exploration as to just why the UK road sign is design classic...

ESPN's Grantland features some great writing and two pieces grabbed my attention this week: one on ice hockey's dangerous attitude to fighting; and another by Chuck Klosterman which is the best exploration of the Tebow phenomenon that I've read thus far.

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smudgeon said…

I was watching Fire In Babylon on the weekend, thinking that anyone who doubts whether the Windies side between 1976 & 1991 were the best of the bunch, needs a history lesson...

...also, how awesome is Gordon Greenidge's moustache?

12 December 2011 at 13:34

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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