How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.

Alien landing? Elizabeth Street Pier, Hobart waterfront. June 2013.

Sunday Stealing: The "What's Your Story" Meme

1. What is the strangest thing you have ever eaten in public?
Probably a witchetty grub.

2. If you had to go on an adventure, with elves, dwarves, or hobbits, who would you take and why?
A rogue band of brigand trolls.

3. You are at a rural retreat lodge somewhere deep in Wisconsin or Canada. You are approached by a taxidermist who hands you a stuffed badger and asks you to put it in your lap. What do you do next?
Say, "Yeah, cheers for that."

4. If you were given biscotti, would you prefer it with coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?
Awkwardly apologise for not eating it because of an allergy to almonds.

5. In your opinion, who is the funniest man or woman alive today
At the moment? I like Louis C.K. and Stewart Lee.

6. If you were given thirty seconds on television to say something, what would it be?
"Stop wasting your time watching TV and go outside and get some fresh air!"

7. What is your idea of the most romantic date setting ever?
A warm day, by a secluded beach with a decent hamper of food.

8. If you could go on one date with a movie or television star, who would it be and why?
Christ, more questions about "dates" with famous people. Actors bore me to tears. I'm not in the slightest bit interested. If the question alludes to some kind of sexual opportunity, I'll be frank and admit that I'm so out of the loop with who's famous these days that I'd probably name someone who is dead.

9. What is the worst song you have ever heard?
I don't know. Something autotuned. That Crazy Frog song was quite annoying.

10. If you could live anywhere else, where would it be?
Helsinki.

11. Who- in your opinion- was the greatest person to ever live?
What a silly question. I don't know. What is the metric? Someone nice who didn't bother anyone and tried their best.

Early morning walk to work. Elizabeth Street Pier, Hobart waterfront. June 2013.

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

Zeal, n. A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced. A passion that goeth before a sprawl.

Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

This will hurt me...

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