Most truths are so naked that people feel sorry for them and cover them up, at least a little bit.

I see the light! Davey Street, Hobart. August 2012.

Sunday Stealing: The 88 Meme

1. What type questions do you hate on a meme?

Anything that involves ‘celebrities’ or ‘dating’ or ‘dating celebrities’.

2. If you married the last person you texted, what would your last name be?

What a profoundly stupid question.

3. Were you happy when you woke up today?

No. I still felt sick.

4. When were you on the phone last? And with who?

I rang Henry’s school to let them know that, like me and work, he was too sick to go in.

5. Who are you excited for?

I am excited for Henry, who hopefully will receive some recognition for reading the most books of any Lindisfarne North Primary School student during the Premier’s Reading Challenge.

7. Honestly, who was the last person to tell you they love you?

Ezra. He had just been told off, mind you.

8. What's the last thing you put in your mouth?

A toothbrush.

9. Have a best friend?

I married her.

10. Were you ever or are you scared to fall in love?

What a silly thing to be scared about. Worse things happen at sea.

11. Do you think teenagers can be in love?

Of course they can. Doesn’t make it any less silly though…

12. Last person you wanted to punch in the face?

Oh that is a long, long looooooooooooooooooooooooooooong list. Put it this way, if I let my inner caveman out, I’d be punching three or four people a day in the face.

13. What time is it right this second?

20:22.

14. What do you want right now?

To eat as many sausages as I’d like to without feeling guilty.

15. Who was the last person you took a picture with?

Henry and Ezra, of course! Henry was not so keen though.

16. Are you single/ taken/ heartbroken/ or confused?

My heart belongs to another.

17. When was the last time you cried?

I can’t be certain, but I suspect that it was when reading How the Soldier Repairs the Gramophone by Saša Stanišić.

18. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

You would probably have to ask them. It depends on one’s yardstick.

19. Do you find it hard to trust others?

I try to keep my dependence on others to a minimum.

20. How fast does your mind change?

Slowly. Generally after a sustained period of reflection.

21. I bet you miss somebody right now. Who is it?

You know, I’m not certain that I do…

22. Can you honestly say you're okay right now?

I feel like crap, to be frank. That’s all about this cold though, and not some existential crisis. I’ve had that and moved on.

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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