This will hurt me...

Have you ever picnicked on a rock? We have.

Look! He moves like Jagger!

Autumn bodyboarding #1. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. May 2013. As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and RSS feeds.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... Ridiculous Indie Rock Band Photos. An exploration of gendered book covers. Tax obscene profit levels? Mandness! The Invention of David Bowie. Autumn bodyboarding #2. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. May 2013. There’s a growing unease in modern society with the line between disease and difference. The New Yorker traces the historical roots of how we define disease – and how we gave doctors the power to decide. ‘The line between sickness and health, mental and otherwise, is not biological but social and economic,’ he writes. How is this for an opening paragraph? "This is the saddest moment in my 45 year career of studying,...

Even the largest of creatures can be harmed by discarded rubbish. Do the world a favour and Take3 .

Henry! Explain yourself.

Good side or bad side?

To whom it may concern, Stupidity is most definitely not the answer. Regards, Kris

Here's one from a few months back. Jen and Hen re-enact the Abbey Road cover down on Calverts Beach...

The best part of this summer? No sunburn!

Have I mentioned how proud Henry is of Tasmania's beaches...?

The morning sun over Storm Bay. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. January 2012. Watery Wednesday today and we celebrate with a Watery Wednesday today and we celebrate with a shot of the lovely (slow rising) morning sun over the water as it starts to burn off the cloud. This one was taken down at Calverts Beach, and you can see Storm Bay out to the south of South Arm Peninsula. I understand that it got its name when Abel Tasman was forced by a storm to take his ships out to sea before they could anchor back in 1642. No storms on this morning though!

On a clear day you can see forever Henry...

The evidence... Calverts Beach. January 2011. Sunday Top Five? How about My Top Five Numbers ? One ( 1 ) [ i ] Two ( 2 ) [ ii ] Three ( 3 ) [ iii ] Four ( 4 ) [ iv ] Five ( 5 ) [ v ]

Ez has a new pet. Unfortunately it is dead.

Hoe he'e nalu down south. Calverts Beach, January 2012. I thought that this Watery Wednesday I'd share an image that demonstrates just how much Hoe he'e nalu has taken Tasmania by storm. If you're not familiar with Hoe he'e nalu - or stand up paddle surfing for those of you who don't speak Hawaiian - it is an ancient form of surfing, and for a time was the preserve of surfing instructors to keep an eye on large groups of students. Now it seems that every bugger and his dog are in on it! Some claim that the Hoe he'e nalu craze can be explained by the ease with which beginners can master the art, and the excellent inner core workout that you get from all of that stand up paddling. However, I remain unconvinced by these explanations. My own theory is that in standing up, one’s legs and arms are not dingling and dangling in the water, tasty little treats for any passing Great White. Moreover, if you do happen to spot a roaming monster of the deep – which ...

Same beach, different day. Yeah, we like this beach. The dunes can be fun to climb, but the tiger snakes can be a real downer...

Jen and Hen tackle the dunes. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. January 2012. One day I would like to live right on the beach. Global warming or no global warming! I like a good short poem that strikes, makes its point, and struts away. Gwendolyn Brooks manages that here. We Real Cool , Gwendolyn Brooks We real cool. We Left School. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.

A kelp forest. Calvert's Beach, South Arm Peninsula. January 2012. A merry Watery Wednesday to all on this cold and grey Summer morning in Tasmania! In order to avoid the dismal truth that what should be the sunniest season is looking like a damp squib today, today's photograph harkens back to a week or so ago and a beautiful morning of a balmy 22°C - at 8am - as we rounded the cliffs at Goat Bluff.

The view of Goat bluff from down low on Calverts Beach. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. January 2012. A fine start to the year with three books already done and dusted. First up The Eye , which is Vladimir Nabokov’s shortest novel. Set amongst the Russian émigré comunity in 1920s Berlin, it focuses on the enigmatic Russian Smurov. The action commences after the attempted (perhaps successful) suicide of the narrator. After this (potentially imaginary) death, his "eye" observes a group of Russian émigrés as he tries to ascertain their opinions of the mysterious character Smurov. Largely about ‘identity’ – our own perceptions of self and the social construction of our identity both for and by others – Smurov exists as a hero, fraud, nobleman, crook, "sexual adventurer" and spy in the eyes of himself and others. The central narrator gathers these observations in the attempt to construct a coherent portrait of Smurov. While the ‘twist’ alluded to in the author’s p...

Note to eagle-eyed visitors: that is Goat Bluff (scene of today's earlier photo) in the background here.