The blood of Jesus Christ can cover a multitude of sins, it seems to me.

Rubbish! St Georges Terrace, Battery Point. October 2012.

More questions from all over the World. I do welcome others though, just stick them in the comments or send me an e-mail...

Are you cocky?
I have my moments. Cocky (within reason) can be an effective tool to have under your belt.
How do most people spell your name?
They usually spell it "Chris", which is incorrect.
What are you glad you quit?
Caring.
What do you sometimes pretend to understand that you really do not?
What would be the point? If I don't understand something, I usually ask for an explanation. That is how one learns.
What should always be taken seriously?
Comedy.
What should never be taken seriously?
Death.
Who is the youngest in your family?
It used to be me, but now it is Ezra.
Do you have a dishwasher?
I do. I never saw the point, but then I had children.
Ever been to Georgia (the state)?
No I have not. I've not been to America full stop. I do like the sound of Savannah though.
Is it possible to know, without a doubt, what is good and what is evil?
Of course it isn't. That kind of thing has got us into trouble before!

Comments

Kris McCracken said…

Perhaps.

21 November 2012 at 14:09

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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