The great act of faith is when a man decides he is not God.

Too hot for standing in the sun. GrandvEwe Cheese, Birches Bay. January 2013.

Sunday Stealing: The (20) First (Questions) Meme

First Job:

Being born is always a challenging task.

First Real Job:

I consider the paper rounds that I slogged through the long hot Tasmanian summers to very much be a 'real job'.

First Volunteer Job:

Can you count that time I was a Primary School House Leader? I did give up a lot of recesses...

First Car:

I still haven't got one!

First Record:

The first that I'm told that I insisted upon getting was Bright Eyes by Art Garfunkel.

First Sport Played:

If you discount running about more generally or splashing in the water, it was most likely aussie rules football.

First Concert:

I am told that I attended a John Mayall concert as a little 'un.

First Country Visited:

Besides Australia? Thailand (for about 90 minutes). Beyond that, the UK.

First Kiss:

The little girl across the road.

First Speech:

I've never been too fussed by sharing my opinion with large groups.

First Girlfriend/ Boyfriend:

Well, that really depends on one's definition. You could construct that I married her.

First Encounter with a Famous Person:

I remember an early brush with Kevin Bartlett.

First Brush with Death:

Does Kevin Bartlett count? He kind of looks like death...

First House/Flat Owned:

Our current house. I'm not certain that you could say that we 'own' it yet though...

First Film Seen at a Cinema:

I'm pretty certain that it was The Muppet Movie. I have the vaguest of memories of the part where Animal grew really big and smashed the roof off a building.

First Media Appearance (Radio, Newspaper, TV):

Unless you could those brief moments of standing in the background of some event being covered, that would be a job that I had in 2008-10 where I did a fair bit of media. Primarily radio, but a lot of newspaper and TV stuff as well. It isn't that hard, even though the topics that I was regularly commenting on could be tricky.

First Hospital Stay:

I had a hernia operation when I was about 6-months old. Other than that, I've not had an overnight stay in a hospital (unless you count when Henry and Ezra were born - we were lucky enough to get a birthing suite all to ourselves).

First Book You Remember Reading:

Cripes, I don't know. I liked Bread And Jam For Frances very much.

First Pet:

A dog named "Scruffy".

First Election You Voted In:

That would be the 1996 Tasmanian State Election. I backed up the next week and voted in the 1996 Federal Election. Lost both times, unfortunately...

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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