I love living. I have some problems with my life, but living is the best thing they've come up with so far.

Ezra and I (in shadow). Geilston Bay Road, Geilston Bay. April 2013.

This week sees me stealing another series from Sunday Stealing: The Meme From Memphis (part two).

Have any memories that you’d like to forget?
One or two.

Is there someone you really like to hang out with and just talk about stuff?
There's a couple.

Have you ever been called prince or princess?
Only in jest.

Do you think teenagers are weird?
No weirder than anyone else.

How fast does your mood change?
It has been known to turn on a five cent coin.

How are you feeling?
Pretty ordinary.

Do you want someone to call you right now?
Not particularly.

What do you always take with you?
A camera.

Is your bed comfortable?
Indeed it is!

Would you say you’re an understanding person?
I am capable of great understanding, but do have a firm sense of right and wrong.

Are you generally a happy person?
I make some effort to be. I think that I've been at my happiest over the past couple of years.

Who’s in your facebook profile picture with you?
Hang on... [Loads it up.] Ezra.

Were you single on Valentine’s Day?
No.

What is the last movie you watched?
I watched Batteries Not Included with the kids.

Do you listen to songs when you’re done?
Done what? I like to listen to music while doing the household chores, not afterwards...

How long does it take you to fall asleep at night?
An ever decreasing amount of time!

Are you talkative?
If you get me started I am.

What are your St. Patty's day plans?
We don't really do that around these parts. Or at least we don't in my circles...

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Mad as hell

So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

Something unpleasant is coming when men are anxious to tell the truth.

This is the moon. Have I mentioned how much I adore the zoom on my camera? It's Theme Thursday you see, and after last week's limp effort, I have been thinking about how I might redeem myself. Then I clicked on the topic and discover that it was BUTTON. We've been hearing a lot about the moon in the past couple of weeks. Apparently some fellas went up there and played golf and what-not forty-odd years ago. The desire to get to the moon, however, was not simply about enhancing opportunities for Meg and Mog titles and skirting local planning by-laws in the construction of new and innovative golf courses. No, all of your Sputniks , "One small steps" and freeze dried ice cream was about one thing , and one thing only : MAD Now, I don't mean mad in terms of "bloke breaks record for number of scorpions he can get up his bum", no I mean MAD as in Mutual assured destruction . When I was a young man you see, there was a lot of talk about the type of m...

This will hurt me...

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