Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.

Lines. East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. June 2012.

And yes we are continuing our slog through the Q and A shamelessly stolen from Sunday Stealing. This week, The Imaginary Meme, Part Four

61. Ocean or pool?
It depends on the weather. If it’s too cold I am heading to the pool.

62. Fridays or Ruby Tuesdays?
Fridays, although I don’t mind The Rolling Stones.

63. Did you want to go to college?
Again? I wouldn’t rule it out, but it is probably a longshot.

64. What did you buy last time at a mall?
Some presents for Ezra.

65. Which close friend have you known the longest?
It depends on how you define ‘close’. Probably my wife.

66. Why do you like the music you do?
Because it makes me feel something that I like feeling.

67. Do you read much?
I read all the time. I love reading.

68. Favourite country?
At the moment I have a hankering for Finland.

69. What is something you wish you were better at?
Tranquillity.

70. What’s your favourite album/ CD?
This is a very tricky question. In terms of the one that had the biggest impact and has consistently stayed with me, I would have to nominate Wilco’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot.

71. What's a good dinner order?
Something involving octopus.

72. Planes or boats?
Boats.

73. One rumour that’s been spread about you:
That I’m an incredibly good lover.

74. Who is your newest friend?
Some of the kids at Auskick are very nice.

75. Have you ever sat on a rooftop?
Lots of time. You could pick up the radio and television from Melbourne while sitting on the roof in Burnie in the summers of my childhood. Try explaining that to the children of the gizmos and gadgets generation...

76. Was your last text useful?
Yes it was.

77. Favourite soda?
I don’t drink fizzy drinks any more. I do like a nice sharp ginger beer though.

78. Do you like yourself?
Increasing less so.

79. The worst weather: Hot or cold?
Any time that it is excessively grey gets me down. I can handle hot or cold as long as I have a big blue sky above me.

80. Do you play an instrument?
I play a number of instruments very, very badly.

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

Zeal, n. A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced. A passion that goeth before a sprawl.

Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

This will hurt me...

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