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Somebody asked what Ezra was doing when I posted the photo of Henry and the rabbit. HERE is what Ezra was doing when Henry was patting the rabbits. He was trying to pick them up. To throw or eat, I am not certain...

The answer blowin' in the wind , Mr Zimmerman, but where is the question? A celebratory Theme Thursday today where I eschew cheap laughs and steer clear of matters flatus and share with you a photo of a windy Salamanca summer's day. Today I advance the bold hypothesis that Mr Zimmerman may well have caterwauled that "the answer, my friend, is leaves ". Can you guess the theme yet? That's right, it's WIND . So I was thinking Zimmerman's track, and was thinking what it was all about. Some poseurs posit that the song is nothing more (or less) than a series of rhetorical questions about peace, war, and freedom. The notion that the answer "blowin' in the wind" is merely a metaphor for the supreme "unknowableness" [the Germans will have a word for this] of such questions. I beg to differ. In order, the answers are: Eight. One. Trick question, the answer is never. Approximately fifteen million. Männer werden nie frei sein, bis er erst ...

Taken a little after Christmas, here is Henry looking bemused after I reflected upon a tale of lessons learned long ago. Here I found myself and the little bloke standing outside a licensed establishment that sometime ago had a somewhat less than wholesome reputation. I remember one incident clearly, just before closing, with only the tired and emotional flotsam and jetsam that remains after a big night . Of course, at this point flotsam is threatening to smash jetsam's head in with a bar stool over some trifle incident involving the relative merits of Ian Botham over Imran Khan. Kinky Friedman summed up Friday nights like this better than anyone else I can think of when he observed Friday night was the night most people thought they were supposed to have fun. Trouble was most people didn't know what fun was or how to have it, so things usually ended up pretty ugly. So this particular Saturday morning was the ugly child of another Friday night when this 'lady' with cut...

Here is a photo of a sunrise behind a few yachts safely moored in the harbour. A pleasant, serene image to start the week. Some time ago (September 22, to be exact), I launched an all new whizz bang revolutionary new globally interactive Blog-cept: question of the day . I promised to reflect on the results, so here I go. The first topic involved accents. As I said way back then , I know what I like and dislike in accents, but had little idea how people in other parts of the world gauge different accents. So I devised three questions. That sought to explore the concept in greater depth. The questions were: What is your primary language, and do you have a regional accent? Do you speak any other languages? [Most importantly] What do you think is the sexiest accent or language to your ear? Rather than whip up some spreadsheets, bar charts and pie graphs (umm, pie), I thought that's I'd indulge in a little blue sky thinking and mediate on the responses. Things that I learned includ...