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.

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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