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.

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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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