All objects lose by too familiar a view.

Seeds. Princes Street, Sandy Bay. July 2012.

Another Tuesday, another Q and A. Another stolen from Sunday Stealing. This week, The Useless Questions Meme.

If you have any questions (useless or otherwise), I'm always up for answering them!

Have you ever written a song?

I’ve written poems that could be presented as songs, but no, I’ve not explicitly written a song.

Have you ever been in the opposite sex's public toilet?

Many years ago now. It’s not that exciting.

Are you superstitious?

Not in the least bit.

What's the most daring thing you've done?

Having children. By a long stretch.

Did you have a baby blanket? Do you still sleep with it?

I assume that I did. I do have a blanket that I used as a child. It’s on Ezra’s bed at the moment.

Have you ever tried to cut your own hair? If yes, how’d it work out?

No. That would not be a wise thing to attempt.

Have you ever sleepwalked?

Not to my knowledge.

If you could be any age, what age would you be?

Twenty-four was a good age.

What is your dream car?

A car that drives itself, has a job that brings in an income (allowing me to retire) and can make me a decent cup of coffee.

What is your favourite cartoon of all time?

One of The Simpsons or Family Guy. It really depends on my mood.

If you were in a car sinking in a lake, what would you do first?

Compose myself and work out an exit strategy. Then, I’d take a bloody great big breath!

Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?

Fortunately I have never had too. I’m not too sad about missing that particular pleasure.

How many foreign countries have you visited?

In order (not counting airports): Australia, the UK, France, Italy, Austria, the Czech Republic, and Germany.

If you fell into quicksand, would you try to swim or try to float?

I am led to believe that you are supposed to go flat and very still.

Do you talk in your sleep?

I hope not!

Have you ever slipped in the bathtub?

Yes, but never to any unfortunate end.

If you could invite any movie star to your home for dinner, who would it be?

Someone nice. I don’t find celebrity all that interesting, to be honest.

Have you ever re-gifted?

All the time. Why not?

If you could attend an Olympic Event, what would it be?

Something with as few people present as possible. Maybe a quiet stretch of the marathon or cycling somewhere. In the sunshine. Neither Olympic or crowds of people are my bag either...

If you could participate in an Olympic Event, what would it be?

The read-a-thon.

If you won a $5,000 shopping spree to any store, which store would you pick?

This is a good question. Any decent department store should cover all basis, a Harvey Norman, Myer or some such.

What do you think is your best feature?

One of my legs, eyes or brain. It depends on what you’re looking for.

If you were to win an Oscar, what kind of movie would it be for?

A dismal and cold Eastern European-inspired tract on oppression and man’s inhumanity to man.

Which of the five senses is most important to you?

They’re all very important. I’m not certain that I’d like to pick one over another.

Would you be a more successful painter or singer?

I’m not much of a singer, but I have more chance at that than painting!

How many years will/did you end up going to college?

Too many years! It depends on how you look at it. My CV says twelve years, there was a period dominated by teaching on the back end though (2002–7).

Have you ever had surgery?

A few times. Nothing too serious.

What do you like to collect?

Ideas.

How many collectibles do you have?

No formal ‘collectibles’ that I can think of.

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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