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Waratah anemone. Flowerpot Point, Blackmans Bay. May 2013.

Sunday Stealing: The Meme From Memphis (part one)

Be honest, who texted you last?
My darling wife.

Do you sleep with the bedroom door open or closed?
Closed. If Ezra asks for it open though, I am prepared to compromise.

Do you drink tea?
Only when I am feeling unwell.

Do you have plans for tomorrow?
I always have plans. There are a few things in the calendar.

What’s worse: dry skin or chapped lips?
Chapped lips are not pleasant, but from afar dry skin looks very unpleasant.

Would you be surprised if Facebook started charging?
Very much so, as its revenue base is rooted in advertising space. You would be killing the goose that laid the golden egg!

Would you rather go to Canada or California on vacation?
Hungary. Well, if it is down to those two, bring on Canada, aye.

How many social media sites are you registered with?
Pretty much all of them.

Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants or pajama pants?
Today, jeans.

So, what if you changed lives for one day with the last person you texted?
I'd have a good try out of the equipment!

Last person you told a secret to?
Henry.

What are you listening to at the moment?
Paddington Bear.

Where was the last place you fell asleep other than your bed?
The shower.

Is there someone that you believe you will always be attached to?
There's three people that I believe I will always be attached to.

Are you going to any concerts this year?
It's unlikely.

Do you believe in Karma?
Not in the slightest.

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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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