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Great acts are made up of small deeds.

Art? Runnymeade Street, Battery Point. August 2013. Sunday Top Five ? There are Five Things That I Want On A Sunday Morning : A lie in. A sleep in. To be left alone. Peace and quiet. No noise.

No one but a fool is always right.

Henry's Easter Penguin. Home, Geilston Bay. March 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... The question of revolutionary violence was one of the most fateful of the 20th century. Many got it wrong. Camus got it right . Surf Lifesaving Australia's Beachsafe website is hands down the best guide to beaches that you'll find. Gender differences: more fictions than fact? Brainy Sports Supplements or Voodoo Pseudo-science? Penis size may be driven by women (oh, and it matters). How might your choice of browser affect your job prospects? A Beginner’s Guide to Immortality. Quite a measured piece by Russell Brand here , probably my favourite of the Margaret Thatcher articles over the past week. I particularly liked this bit: ...

In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!

Someone has rushed this. Geilston Bay, August 2011. Now time for part II of yesterday's stolen questions : 20) Have you ever flown a kite? Of course! 21) Do you wish on your fallen lashes? Not that I am aware of. Am I supposed to? 22) Do you consider yourself successful? It depends on one’s measure. Some days I think that I am. 23) When was the last time that you made an obscene phone call? I never have. 24) Have you ever asked for a pony? No. They make me sneeze (no good if I was on the run from the draft board. 25) Plans for tomorrow? Work. 26) Can you juggle? Very badly. 27) Missing someone now? Always. 28) When was the last time you told someone "I love you"? This very morning. 29) And truly meant it? I have never once said it and not meant it. 30) How often do you drink alcohol? Once in a blue moon. 31) How are you feeling today? Spritely. 32) Have you ever tried to write a meme? Who hasn’t? 33) Have you ever been fired from a job? Never. Can you believe it? 34) What...

Nature engenders the science of painting.

The world's best artist? I'll leave it up to you to decide...

He who has health, has hope; and he who has hope, has everything.

Art is all around us. Home, Geilston Bay. September 2011. Just the one book completed this week – Stalin Ate My Homework – Alexei Sayle's bittersweet memoir of a Communist Liverpudlian upbringing. Essentially a collection of vignettes comprising of events and memories loosely catalogued in chronological order. In many respects, Stalin Ate My Homework is a tale of a boy and his parents. Joe – who worked on the railways and was a solid union man – and Molly – a foul mouthed red-haired firebrand who also spoke Yiddish. Although they were not the only Jewish atheist communist family in Liverpool, they were probably the most colourful. The book is really an account of how comedian Alexi came to be. His childhood was one of ideological rigour coupled with a little bit of fun. This usually meant an outing to see Alexander Nevsky rather than the ideologically suspect Bambi , and regular visits across the iron curtain (often involving tours of factories or sites of Nazi atrocities). As ...

Man is what he believes.

He wears that t-shirt in an 'ironic' sense...