The thing about remembering is that you don't forget.

Self portrait. East Derwent Highway, Lindisfarne. July 2013.

The Weird Question Meme, Part Two

What is your ring size?

Your guess is as good as mine!

How often do you wear jewellery?

I wear a wedding ring. None other than that.

When was the last time you consumed alcohol?

I had a small glass of beer with the pork roast the other night.

Any big plans for the summer?

Lots of diving. Lots of photos. Lots more National Parks.

What is your favourite comfort food?

It's hard to go past chips.

Do you prefer broccoli or asparagus?

Probably broccoli. Asparagus is fine though.

What colour are your bedroom walls?

White chocolate (according to the tin).

With whom do you live?

One lady and two gentlemen.

Which Star Wars movie is your favourite?

The Empire Strikes Back. They're supremely overrated as a series though.

How about Harry Potter?

Never read or seen one.

What was the last movie you saw in theatres?

Wreck It Ralph. Not bad.

Did you get the popcorn or candy?

We took a second mortgage and got some popcorn.

What is the most romantic text in your inbox?

"I bought four apples today."

Have you ever played miniature golf on a date?

Never.

What’s a phrase you overuse?

"Why not?"

Do you always use good grammar?

One does try.

Do you have an accent or a speech impediment?

I'm told that I'm a little bit country.

What did you eat today?

Lots of fruit. Porridge for breakfast with rhubarb.

What do you do at work?

I try to improve marginalised Tasmanian's access to Vocational Education and Training and employment.

Do you know the rules to any sports?

I used to. They keep changing them though, and now I have children.

Do you prefer to watch or play sports?

I enjoy play more these days, even if the body protests.

What is your favourite kind of hat to wear?

Anything that does the job. A sunhat is critical in summer.

Do you pray?

Not at all.

To whom do you pray?

I've never seen the point.

What is the closest mountain to your house?

Mount Wellington!

What size engine is in your vehicle?

We don't have one right now.

What do you need to do tomorrow?

Work work work.

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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...

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...

This will hurt me...

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