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The pendulum of the mind alternates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.

Creepy crawly. Russell Falls, Mount Field National Park. April 2013. This Sunday Top Five I hand over to Ezra, who gives us Ezra's Top Five Queen Tracks! Bohemian Rhapsody We Are the Champions Fat Bottomed Girls Don't Stop Me Now Under Pressure

If quantum mechanics hasn't profoundly shocked you, you haven't understood it yet.

Waratah anemone. Flowerpot Point, Blackmans Bay. May 2013. Sunday Stealing: The Meme From Memphis (part one) Be honest, who texted you last? My darling wife. Do you sleep with the bedroom door open or closed? Closed. If Ezra asks for it open though, I am prepared to compromise. Do you drink tea? Only when I am feeling unwell. Do you have plans for tomorrow? I always have plans. There are a few things in the calendar. What’s worse: dry skin or chapped lips? Chapped lips are not pleasant, but from afar dry skin looks very unpleasant. Would you be surprised if Facebook started charging? Very much so, as its revenue base is rooted in advertising space. You would be killing the goose that laid the golden egg! Would you rather go to Canada or California on vacation? Hungary. Well, if it is down to those two, bring on Canada, aye. How many social media sites are you registered with? Pretty much all of them. Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants or pajama pant...

Forgive me / they were delicious

Cormorant drying its wings. Flowerpot Point, Blackmans Bay. May 2013. Poems drawn from notes on a fridge? Whatever next! This is Just to Say , William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold

The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.

Ocellate seastar. Flowerpot Point, Blackmans Bay. May 2013. Wordless Wednesday. Ocellate seastars making love. Flowerpot Point, Blackmans Bay. May 2013.

Reality continues to ruin my life.

Southern brown bandicoot. Howrah bike path. December 2012. Theme Thursday and it is bushfire season AGAIN . Every year it seems that the combination of heat, wind and a whole lot of plants that have evolved a variety of strategies to survive/ require bushfires make for a torrid time down here at the arse end of the world ™. Yes, even the plants are against us. A whole host of our native flora posses epicormic shoots or lignotubers that sprout after a fire and have developed fire-resistant or fire-triggered seeds. Thus, they don't dislike fire, they love it! Indeed, the most dominant species actively encourages fire, as eucalypts contain flammable oils in the leaves that have probably evolved as a way to eliminate competition from less fire-tolerant species. So AGAIN we face the unenviable truth of another period of nail-biting and stressing. Here in Hobart it's been 33°C with strong winds with the forecast of 38°C tomorrow and with 45 km/h gusts spell a whole world of ...

Anyone who considers protocol unimportant has never dealt with a cat.

Wallaby. Bonorong Wildlife Sanctuary, Brighton. May 2012. Wordless Wednesday.

In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.

Kangaroo. Bonorong Wildlife Sanctuary, Brighton. June 2012. The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (as well as a lot of pop up ads.) 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.. National Geographic Traveller Magazine: 2012 Photo Contest Australia’s rich talk about saving the environment; the poor bear the burden of doing it When should a child have a say about the food they eat? Is the world getting better or worse? The more things change… There was no golden age for newspapers, which means we shouldn’t be too pessimistic about the future. 10 Reasons Countries Fall Apart. States don't fail overnight. The seeds of of their destruction are sown deep within their political institutions.

You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer 'yes' without having asked any clear question.

Bigmouth strikes again. Bonorong Wildlife Sanctuary, Brighton. May 2012. Theme Thursday already? Every now and again I think that it becomes clear that it is time for A NEW BEGINNING. ‘A NEW BEGINNING?’ you ask. ‘A NEW BEGINNING!’ I say. For me, this A NEW BEGINNING is at the same time breathtakingly simple yet utterly revolutionary. As of yesterday I have reconfigured my workstation to one in which standing has become the default option. That is, my computer set up has the monitor at standing eye level and the keyboard at around elbow height. I’ve got the desk configured in such a way that I have the opportunity to sit down if so desired. The fact that I am also working on a laptop makes it relatively easy to do computer work seated too. My typical workday starts at 8 am, after a walk to the bus stop, a bus into the city and then a twenty-minute walk into the office. I normally try to leave by 4:15 pm, but occasionally that time is pushed out. A fair whack of that tim...

I owe my solitude to other people.

Right now Henry, you've got him where you want him. Next, and easy now... easy... Prime your left leg and hop on over his back. Lock him in the sleeper hold and then I'll get him into the sack.

Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.

Relaxed and comfortable. Bonorong Wildlife Sanctuary, Brighton. May 2012. Wordless Wednesday.

Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.

So not only has Henry found a kangaroo, Exra has FOUR of them! [Note the joey in the pouch on the left.]

Chastity - the most unnatural of all the sexual perversions.

Rosella in stand-off. Royal Botanical Gardens, Hobart. April 2012. Theme Thursday and I have been driven just a little bit WILD by the new interface that Blogger has enforced on us all. I know that I shouldn't complain about what is ultimately a free service, and with this being post number three-thousand, three-hundred and seventy-five, I'm hardly going to quit now. That said, I am intrigued as to how others feel about it. Some come on Theme Thursday-ers, what do you reckon? Are you WILD about it? Or does it just drive you WILD?

There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.

We have been in receipt of the reports that a pod of bloodthirsty Orcinus orcas – that’s killer whales to you and I – are marauding though the Derwent Estuary , terrorising everything that appears before their beady, perfidious eyes. Of course, Henry immediately demanded to be “taken to the beach”, and thrust himself into the treacherous swells and set about sorting these ‘roided-up dolphins out. But the water was a bit nippy, so we got fish ‘n chips instead.