Like all weak men he laid an exaggerated stress on not changing one's mind.

One day people will come and wonder what all of this was about. Footpath leading onto the Tasman Highway, Hobart. June 2012.

I suspect (hope?) that we are nearing the end of this marathon series of Q and A stolen from Sunday Stealing, the ominous Imaginary Meme, Part Six!

101. Name 4 things you always have with you.
i) Watch, ii) wallet, iii) keys, iv) phone. More often than not, I also have v) camera and vi) book.

102. How many SERIOUS ex-girlfriends/ boyfriends/ significant others do you have?
None.

103. What causes you to you admire people?
Anyone who manages to combine half a brain with integrity always warrants my admiration.

104. Do you like sports?
I do.

105. Would you have sex after marriage? Why or why not?
What an odd question. I can only presume that they mean ‘before’ rather than after, although it seems that there is often a correlation between post-marriage/ decline in sexual congress. As for sex before marriage: why ever not?

106. What is your favourite male name?
It’s a toss-up between ‘Henry’ and ‘Ezra’.

107. Do animals go to Heaven?
There is no such place, so how could they go there?

108. Last time you had a great time with your dad?
The trip to Bonorong Wildlife Park was fun.

109. What is your favourite hair style?
If you believe some people, it must the the floppy foppish Hugh Grant mid-90s cut.

110. Do you like your name?
Not much.

111. When was the last time that you quit your job?
A year ago. Fingers crossed, you never know...

112. When you wake up, what is the first thing you think?
“Oh Christ. Here we go again.”

113. Have you ever pulled an all-niter?
Not for a long time.

114. What is the perfect day for you?
Blue sky, sunshine, nice things to look at. A bit of peace and quiet. I have simple tastes.

115. Last time you cleaned the bathroom?
I more do it as I go, rather than set aside one big session.

116. Have you ever failed a grade? Why?
I’ve not really failed, as such. I have certainly failed to maximise my potential though...

117. Have you met anyone online?
I’ve met lots of people online.

118. Have you ever smoked?
Not cigarettes, no.

119. Do you like celebrities?
Not because they are celebrities, no. I don’t find them particularly interesting.

120. Do you like travelling?
Within reason. Although it does depend on the weather, the company you keep and the state of your bank balance.

Comments

Kris McCracken said…

Nasaan ang mga tao?

13 September 2012 at 13:16

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...

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. ...

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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