I am a part of everything that I have read.

Leaves. East Derwent Highway, Lidisfarne. July 2012.

Another Q and A, another stolen from Sunday Stealing, another The Too Tired to Think Meme, Part 2.

26. What type of errands do you like running?
Errands that get me out and about in the sunshine.

27. Have you ever eaten snow?
Only the white snow.

28. What colour are your bedsheets?
At the moment they are dark blue.

29. What’s your favourite flower?
I do like a nice pansy. Grevillea banksii is also very nice.

30. Do you do ballet?
I admire their strength and skill. It does bore me a bit though.

31. Do you listen to classical music?
Occasionally I do. I was terribly excited to visit the house where Vivaldi wrote The Four Seasons.

32. What is the first TV Theme song that pops in your head?
The Banana Splits.

33. Do you watch Sponge Bob?
Yes I do.

34. What temperature is it outside right now?
Very cold. Around the 5° Celsius mark.

35. Do people consider you smart?
Smart people do.

36. How many piercing do you have?
None. I hate the buggers!

37. Are you signed on [to] AIM?
No I have not.

38. Have you ever tried gluing your fingers together?
When I was a wee lad I did.

39. How do you feel about your family?
I love them very much, even when they are annoying.

40. Do you have an iPod?
No I do not. I don’t even have an I-Pod knock-off.

41. What time do you go to bed?
As early as possible!

42. What CD is currently in your CD player?
I’m not even certain I have a CD player any more.

43. What movie do you know every line to?
Fritz Lang’s Metropolis.

44. What is your favourite salad dressing?
Something with a bit of zing. A chilli and lime combo maybe.

45. What do you want for Christmas this year?
Good question. I haven’t an idea at this point. Something lovely.

46. What family member/ friend lives the farthest from you? Where?
Somewhere. There must be someone somewhere. If there is anyone in Nuuk, Greenland looking for a pen pal, you could be the one!

47. Do you like hugs?
It depends on who is giving them, and exactly what it is that they are after…

48. Last time you had butterflies in your stomach?
I can’t remember the last time. I generally attempt to maintain a Lepidoptera-free diet.

49. What’s the way people most often mispronounce any part of your name?
The don’t. That said, it is a rare day when someone manages to spell it correctly.

50. Last person you hugged?
It was probably Ezra.

Comments

Kris McCracken said…

Kde sú tí ľudia?

13 September 2012 at 13:29

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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