The best time for you to hold your tongue is the time you feel you must say something or bust.

Sexy boys and sexy girls. Opossum Bay Beach, Half Moon Bay. January 2013.

Another Sunday Stealing Q and A, The Mixed Bag Meme!

1. How many songs are in your library?

25,288. Give or take a few.

2. Do you like Christmas music?

Not very much.

3. What magazines do you have subscriptions to?

I don't. I do regularly read BBC History Magazine and pick up The Economist every now and then.

4. What is your favourite scent?

Sandalwood is always nice.

5. Do you give money to charity?

Only when I know where it is going.

6. What is your theme song?

Gimme Some Lovin' always gets me rocking.

7. What's in your wallet?

Money, cards, receipts. Nothing unusual.

8. Do you generally think before you act, or act before you think?

It is possible that I think too much before I act.

9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?

I am trying very hard to let things slide.

10. Do you have a good body-image?

Historically, no. More recently, I'm making an effort.

11. How are you spending your holidays?

Right now, we're bushwalking and snorkeling in the Freycinet area.

12. What have you been seriously addicted to lately?

Oddly enough, bushwalking and snorkeling. And swimming.

13. Tell us a secret?

All that stuff won't make you happy, better or more interesting.

14. What’s the last song that got stuck in your head?

Everlasting Love, by Love Affair.

15. What’s your favourite item of clothing?

I'm really loving my Zamberlan 150 Zenith Mid GT RR hiking boots right now.

16. Do you think Rice Krispies are yummy?

Not particularly. They're a bit sweet for my tastes.

17. Is Santa real?

If you want him to be.

18. What should you be doing right now?

Making love.

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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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