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Ryoji Ikeda's Spectra light tower. Dark MOFO, Cenotaph, Hobart. June 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... On why it is good to be wrong. The Cross-Cultural Manufacturing of Beauty. The beam is 15 kilometres high. Ryoji Ikeda's Spectra light tower. Dark MOFO, Cenotaph, Hobart. June 2013. When New Yorkers Lived Knee-Deep in Trash. A Billion-Pixel View of Mars From Curiosity Rover. The base of the beam. Ryoji Ikeda's Spectra light tower. Dark MOFO, Cenotaph, Hobart. June 2013. The 10 Dumbest Things Ever Said About Same-Sex Marriage. The Ruins of Nan Madol. Directly below the beam, looking up. Ryoji Ikeda's Spectra light tower. Dark MOFO, Cenotaph, Hobart. June 2013. Why arts and science are better together. ...

Railyard rabbit. Seen on the Intercity Cycleway, Hobart. December 2012. Do you know that I have seen eight ( 8! ) separate rabbits across Hobart in the past two weeks? Why, they almost breeding like... RABBITS! Colville , Kendrick Smithyman That sort of place where you stop long enough to fill the tank, buy plums, perhaps, and an icecream thing on a stick while somebody local comes in, leans on the counter, takes a good look but does not like what he sees of you, intangible as menace, a monotone with a name, as place it is an aspect of human spirit (by which shaped), mean, wind-worn. Face outwards, over the saltings: with what merit the bay, wise as contrition, shallow as their hold on small repute, good for dragging nets which men are doing through channels, disproportionate in the blaze of hot afternoon’s down-going to a far fire-hard tide’s rise upon the vague where time is distance? It could be plainly simple pleasure, but these have another tone or qual...

Tracks leading north. Hobart Freight Terminal, Mcvilly Drive. October 2012. As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and no doubt some other stuff too.) 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... The Comedian's Comedian Podcast . Well worth a listen if you're interested in the craft... We often ask why some people choose to resist authoritarian regimes. But the better question might be why so many decide to cooperate . Misogyny in history: War on Women, Waged in Postcards: Memes From the Suffragist Era ... A good read on architectural fixations... The BBC asks Condoms: Why are we still embarrassed about using them? My theory is that it is the implication of an admission that you are still going to be putting something somewhere *you don't quite trust* (or vice versa) even though you *don't q...

We scoot we skate we run we roll we flip we tumble we fumble we flop we cartwheel we skip we hop we jump we walk we talk we moan we groan we slink we slouch we grouch we go home. Repeat to fade.

She says: One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman. Henry and Jennifer discuss the relative merits of de Beauvoir's The Second Sex and Friedan's The Feminine Mystique . He says: Man is not the enemy here, but the fellow victim. She says: Man is defined as a human being and a woman as a female - whenever she behaves as a human being she is said to imitate the male. He says: It is ridiculous to tell girls to be quiet when they enter a new field, or an old one, so the men will not notice they are there. A girl should not expect special privileges, because of her sex, but neither should she "adjust" to prejudice and discrimination.

Henry reclining in foreground with tea cosy on head. Hobart Cenotaph in background. Ezra midground.

No sign of Charlie Brown anywhere near this poor, lonely kite trapped in the power lines down by the Cenotaph here in Hobart. It strikes me as a most apt image for this weeks Theme Thursday . You see, I have been informed that this week's Theme Thursday has been cancelled! Yes, cancelled ! Apparently there is some odd little holiday called Thanksgiving . I can see why the fellows in the funny hats would want to say thank you for a delicious meal of turkey and yams! As to the question of whether the inhabitants of the New World - be it the Americas or Australasia - would want to thank Europeans for the changes they wrought, I am less certain. In the absence of a theme, I am like the kite pictured above: dangling and without purpose...