I have lived in this world just long enough to look carefully the second time into things that I am most certain of the first time.

Pyrocumulus rising above the south east. Taken at Lauderdale, January 2013.

As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and all the latest bushfire alerts.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning...

2012 Celebrities and Science, the good and bad!

Women in India's capital are routinely groped, harassed, leered at. The government is indifferent, uninterested. Victims are blamed. Anuradha Roy expands...

Scientists pitch into age-old philosophical debate about language, meaning and thought: "Maybe we understand language by simulating in our minds what it would be like to experience the things that the language describes".

The Forcett and Dunnally fires, as seen from Cambridge. January 2013.

As a wildlife photographer, Art Wolfe of course takes pictures of animals. Can you find the hidden animals in these 20 wildlife photos?

Ignore the headline. On how the internet has unleashed a burst of cartooning creativity. /li>
On why the Romans loved banter about dildos.

It turns out that I have four, which is actually pretty good.. How many slaves do you have?

Around 7:15 pm looking west into the sun through the smoke. Taken from Geilston Bay. January 2012.

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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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