'When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what I choose it to mean

'When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what I choose it to mean - neither more nor less.'

There is some halfway decent grafitti about town, you just have to know where to look. The lane-way just off Murray Street out by Centrepoint. May 2012.

Tuesday means questions and answers, this week back to thieving from Sunday Stealing with The Imaginary Meme, Part One!

1. Have you ever peed your pants as an adult?
Not that I am aware of.

2. Who do you have a celebrity crush on now?
I am not certain that I even know any relevant celebrities at the moment. I will be frank and say that celebrity status in itself is a bit of a turn off.

3. Would you date someone you met online?
Only if my wife said that it was okay.

4. Do you wear underwear always?
Not always. I like to hang free every now and again.

5. Do you hate yourself at times?
Never hate. Occasionally I don’t fully approve of myself.

7. Do you like dirty movies?
It really depends on the quality of the acting…

8. Could you believe Josha Ledet was voted off Idol?
Who what now?

9. When was the last time that you bought a car?
The next time will be the first time.

10. Have you ever been camping?
A long time ago now. As someone who always seems to be number one of the mosquito hit list, I am not a fan. We’ve advanced too far as a society to be messing about camping!

11. How many times a day do you go on Facebook?
It depends on the day. A couple at least.

12. What was the last movie you saw in a theatre?
Cripes. I think that would be Juno.

13. Have you ever worried that you'd cut off a limb?
No. I did worry that I took the top off my finger once…

14. Where did you get your last e-mail from?
My darling wife!

15. Favourite website?
Google Reader is a really useful aggregator for me to keep on top of the [quickly checks the number of feeds] 223 feeds that I currently have on the go.

16. Are you down with ghetto?
While I am all for self-empowerment, I do worry that the idealisation or embrace of those cultural elements that have had a tendency to hold people back or engender prejudice. That is, if you are stereotyped as violent or thuggish, I am not certain how asserting a violent or thuggish front is going to help alter other people’s ignorance.

17. Will the world end in fire or ice?
History would say that it will likely be a combination of the two; i.e. catastrophic events causing spectacular emissions that will drastically cool the Earth, thus killing most forms of life. Regardless, one day our Sun will burn itself out and we’ll all be stuffed then.

18. Do you believe in the afterlife?
No.

19. Would you be upset if Facebook stopped working?
I’d probably be irritated for a while, but given that the it has always been a free service I would no doubt move on to the next thing.

20. How did you start your blog?
My first son Henry was born and I was taking a lot of photographs of him. I thought that uploading them online would be an easy way for relatives in distant locals to admire him/ watch him grow. 5 years, 4 months and 5 days and 3,496 posts later, here we are!

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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