Never fight fair with a stranger, boy. You'll never get out of the jungle that way.

Electioneering. East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. April 2013.

Sunday Stealing: The 5000 Question Meme, Part Three A

51. Make up a definition for the following silly words...

Fruitgoogle: A very private part of a lady.

Ambytime: That point when a binge drinker passes the point of no return.

Asscactus: A particularly intimidating sex toy.

52. What was the last thing you made with your own hands?

I made an impressive space shuttle out of Klikko the other day.

53. What was your favourite toy as a child?

Sand.

54. How many TV’s are in your house?

Just the one. It’s rarely ever on these days, thankfully.

55. What is your favourite thing to do outside?

Walking, swimming or taking photos.

56. How do you feel when you see a rainbow?

I can’t say that I feel anything in particular.

57. Have you ever dreamt a dream that came true?

Indeed I have. A naughty dream it was too…

58. Have you ever been to a psychic/ tarot reader?

No. I don’t think that I could keep my antipathy in check.

59. What is your idea of paradise?

A big blue sky. Warm weather. Pristine beach. Peace and quiet.

60. Do you believe in god and if so what is he/ she/ it like?

I don’t believe in any kind of higher power. It seems rather obvious that in every context humans have shaped ‘God’ in their own image, rather than the other way around.

61. Do you believe in Hell?

No. Another fairy-tale. A particularly nasty one at that.

62. What one thing have you done that most people haven't?

I’ve read both volumes of Jürgen Habermas’s Theory of Communicative Action.

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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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