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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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...

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. ...

This will hurt me...

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