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!

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. ...

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...

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...

This will hurt me...

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