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My unconscious knows more about the consciousness of the psychologist than his consciousness knows about my unconscious.

Ezra the convict. Historic Coal Mines Site, Saltwater River. August 2013. Murder on the Orient Express , Agatha Christie: This book moves along beautifully - as the best Agatha Christie novel do. Moreover, even though this one has become a clichéd trope referenced by everyone from The Simpsons to the Muppets, it remains as fresh and surprising as ever. Someone has been murdered. The victim is not very nice. The murder took place on The Orient Express while stranded in a snow drift. There is a colourful array of characters, all of whom are suspect is varied and unusual. Hercule Poirot just happens to be on the train and the solution to the mystery is a pure head scratcher. Well worth your time. B . Henry on the ferry. Bruny Island. September 2013.
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I take a simple view of life. It is keep your eyes open and get on with it.

The future dictator?
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Conscience - the only incorruptible thing about us.

The cover of Ezra's second solo album. A Cajun/ Country mix.
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The Texan turned out to be good-natured, generous and likeable. In three days no one could stand him.

Henry. Henry! I see the light, Henry!
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There is naught so vile as a fickle tongue.

Ruins #1. Coal Mines Historic Site, Saltwater River. Tasman Peninsula. August 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... Science Confirms: Politics Wrecks Your Ability to Do Maths. On why Minecraft is more than just another video game. How apt. HERE COMES A VICTORY OF SHIT. Secret disguises of the Stasi. Genius and talent: The distinction has become blurred. But talent is commonplace; genius is inexplicable, innate, and exceedingly rare… The Masters of Nature Photography book – in pictures. The Women of the Afghanistan War. In perspective: the demands of work and fatherhood. Ruins #2. Coal Mines Historic Site, Saltwater River. Tasman Peninsula. August 2013.
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Compassion will cure more sins than condemnation.

Another day, another old boiler...
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Before you try to keep up with the Joneses, be sure they're not trying to keep up with you.

Window to the World. Coal Mines Historic Site, Saltwater River. Tasman Peninsula. August 2013. Wordless Wednesday. broken. Coal Mines Historic Site, Saltwater River. Tasman Peninsula. August 2013.
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The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

An attempt at HD. A look out over Norfolk Bay. Historic Coal Mine Site, Saltwater River, Tasman Peninsula. August 2013. The Lady in the Lake , Raymond Chandler: It was okay, if a bit 'paint by numbers'. C . The Unguarded House , Heinrich Böll: a.k.a. Haus ohne Hitter or Tomorrow and Yesterday , this was probably regarded as the first of Böll's 'classics'. Utilising a shifting narrative voice, this is a moving novel that explores the ways in which members of different generations assess their pasts and their collective futures and get on with living. Set in Germany and written just a decade after World War Two, this is a harrowing portrait of learning to deal with the ghosts of the past and the uncertainty of the future. I really loved this one and couldn't recommend it more highly. A+ . Norfolk Bay, Tasman Peninsula. August 2013.
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No friend is he who but flatters.

See, you can even tell his smiling from the back of his head!
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