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Hitler's bunker The best of Tasmanian design! Corner Tamar and Brisbane Streets, Launceston. July 2012. Sunday Top Five? Okay, here are the Top Five ? Cities That I Shall Visit On My Next Trip TO Deutschland! Berlin Hamburg Dresden Nürnberg Leipzig Kiel Köln Lübeck Regensburg

Die stahlhartes Gehäuse. State Library of Tasmania, Hobart. March 2012. Another Thursday another Q and A stolen from Sunday Stealing! This week: The Her Head Is Part Missing Meme . 1. What is your most annoying habit? Being always right seems to annoy a lot of people! 2. What habit would you change of your partners? (come on no-one is perfect!) [Editor's note: Not only does it assume you have A partner, but it is written as though you have multiple ones. If you do not currently have a partner or many partners, simply tell us about your last one. BW] The tendency towards self-flagellation in the area of parenting is something that I would like to see altered. 3. Horrors or Chick Flicks? Erm… Philosophically maudlin Eastern European mediations on the nature of being. 4. What is the most outrageous thing you have done in the back row of the movies? Throwing sticky Jaffas . 5. When have you lied to get a job? I’ve never lied to get a job. What would be the point? Some way or another y...

Walking to work. Princes Street, Sandy Bay. September 2011. I have written a poem. We're not sluts, we just like to fuck Enjoyment is what we value above everything else. Joy comes in types and sizes that suit. We are not sluts we just like to fuck.

The work of building hospitals in the 1960s must have been an interesting time. One wonders why the task to construct the most featureless, boring, unattractive, ordinary-looking and dull buildings was taken up with such vigour. Here is the Argyle Street side of the Royal Hobart Hospital, and it's uniformity is surpassed only by its lack of character. That said, both Henry and Ezra were born here, so it will hold some interest to future historians.

I like lines on buildings, as some of my previous photographs can attest to. There is a potentially cruel consequence from wandering around armed with a camera looking for interesting images: I'm starting to appreciate, and indeed even like Brutalist architecture . There. I said it. I had a Trini Lopez kind of day yesterday. Fair dinkum, I was like little Trini with his hammer nonstop. I hammered in the morning, I hammered in the evening, I hammered out danger, I hammered out a warning, I hammered about the love between my brothers and my sisters. Really, I hammered all over this land. Thank Christ I didn’t have a bell! [Yes, I am aware that it is Pete Seeger’s song, but there is a part of my heart that remains forever Trini...]