The only way to get the best of an argument is to avoid it.

Signs. Tasman Highway, just off the Tasman Bridge. November 2012.

Sunday Stealing and we're still trying to figure out who I am with the series Who Are you? Part 3 & 4 – Is it over yet?

34. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

Being born seems important.

35. What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Not murdering anybody.

36. What is your greatest regret?

~~Not murdering anybody.~~ Not backing myself earlier.

37. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

I've not done anything even remotely 'evil'.

38. When was the time you were the most frightened?

When I found out that I was to be somebody's father.

39. What is your best memory?

Anything involving sunshine and bare breasts is good.

40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

I'm a rather confusing mix of the two, but with pessimistic leanings.

41. What is your greatest fear?

Mutant armour-piercing snakes with short fuses and no time for Continental political philosophy.

42. What are your religious views?

"None of the above".

43. State a random opinion?

Bisexuals are just plain greedy.

44. What are your views on sex?

I'd like more.

45. Are you able to cook?

I'd like to think so. I enjoy cooking.

46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

What's with the fixation on 'evil'. I'm not certain that I believe in the concept. In terms of what I don't like, I really, really don't like rapists.

47. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

Don't be so silly.

48. What do you believe makes a successful life?

Letting go.

49. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings?

Probably too honest for my own good.

50. Do you have any biases or prejudices?

Of course I do! I'd like to think that I'm reasonably aware of them though.

51. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

I won't sell out my core principles for personal gain. Why? Probably because I'm a mug and I'd struggle to sleep at night. Has it limited my options career-wise? My oath it has.

52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?

To protect my kids. Hopefully I wouldn't have to die though...

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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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