I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.

Shot Tower. Bonnet Hill, Hobart. May 2013.

Still going on the Sunday Stealing Q and A: The 5000 Question Meme Continues... Part Six

131. Can you identify any of the following lyrics?
A: Nothing to kill or die for...

John Lennon's Imagine, one of the more absurd records ever made.

B: Late comings with the late comin' stretcher...

A far more likely scenario! 911 is a Joke by Public Enemy.

C: I could make a film and make you my star...

I'm going to have to plead ignorance on this one.

Shot Tower, from the inside. Bonnet Hill, Hobart. May 2013.

132. Are you worried about North Korea?

Not in the slightest. Until it's confirmed that they had an apocalyptic religious nutjob in charge, they're not much of a threat. They don't even have air cover!

133. Would you rather be a world political leader or a talk-show host?

Neither, really. If you held a gun to my head: give me the talk show.

134. Have you ever given someone a love letter that you wrote?

Not that I recall.

135. Have you ever sent someone a surprise though the mail?

Quite a few times.

136. Are you looking forward to any dates right now? Vacation perhaps?

No fixed dates, no. I look forward to weekends.

Shot Tower, the view east over South Arm. Bonnet Hill, Hobart. May 2013.

137. Of all animated movies, which is the best one you've ever seen?

A hard one, this. A toss up between Wall-E, Toy Story 3 and Finding Nemo.

138. What are the best bands or songs to listen to while driving?

I don't drive. If I did, probably Radar Love by Golden Earring.

139. What do you think is the most amazing thing that anyone has ever accomplished?

Helen Keller would be hard to top.

140. What could a member of the opposite sex do to impress you?

Recognise the immensity of my being...

Shot Tower, panorama. Bonnet Hill, Hobart. May 2013.

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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.

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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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