We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.

Young love. It's complicated... Derwent Avenue, Lindisfarne. March 2012.

Tuesday already? That means another Q and A stolen from Sunday Stealing! Today it is the The Last March Meme

1) Which TV character do you think you are most like?
A heady mix of MacGyver, Al Swearengen and George Costanza.

2) What time do you go to bed?
Early. These days I’m asleep from 9:30 pm to 10 pm each night.

3) What was the last meal you made from scratch?
Dinner last night. A simple one though, sausages and a green salad with a Mexican tinge to it. I regularly cook, and prefer to do it from scratch.

4) What is your favourite type of music?
This old chestnut again! I like all sorts of music, and my tastes are often dependent on my mood. I usually answer this one with “good music”.

5) In what position do you sleep?
I usually sleep on my [right] side, facing the wall.

6) What is your first memory?
I remember Kevin Bartlett’s last goal in the 1980 Grand Final, so with something to hang the memory off, I’d guess that it would be that one.

7) What is your least favourite smell?
Decomposing flesh is a smell not easily forgotten.

8) It's your round at the pub and your friends asked you to surprise them. What drink would you buy and why?
I would have already surprised them by being in a pub in the first place! I’d probably buy them all a round of orange juice and remind them to drink responsibly.

9) What was the last thing you read/ watched that made you cry?
Good one. I’d have to think about that. The dénouement of Graham Greene’s The Heart of the Matter moved me quite a bit. I may have had a bit of grit in my eye…

Actually, hold that… there were a couple of sections in Saša Stanišić’s How the Soldier Repairs the Gramophone that had me welling up!

10) They say that you learn something new every day. What was the last thing you have learned?
I have learned a little bit about the ebbs and flows of the concept of collective responsibility in Germanic law throughout the Middle Ages this morning.

11) Which Literary love interests would you snog, marry and avoid.
If by ‘snog’ you mean ‘shag’, maybe the young [first] Mrs. Rochester in Jean Rhys’s Wide Sargasso Sea. Marry? Hmmm. I suspect that the novels I read are far too filled with flawed characters to ever want to marry them How about Maria Wyeth from Play It as It Lays? Maybe I could save her. Avoid? Easy. Myra Breckinridge!

12) What is your oldest memory?
Didn’t we do this in question six…?

13) Paperback, Hardback or Kindle? Which of these is your favourite reading format and why?
Paperback. Easier to slip into the pocket or side bag. I couldn’t imagine ever reading a book on the Kindle.

14) If you could bring back any cancelled TV series for another run what would you pick and why?
I would have loved to have seen Deadwood resolved in some way.

15) Paperback, Hardback or Kindle?
C’mon people, it was question THIRTEEN for crying out loud!

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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