This will hurt me...

Detritus. Marion Bay, Tasmania's East Coast. July 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... Henry drives the boat. Ezra drives the boat. How the gin and tonic became the British Empire’s secret weapon. Why do people still fly the Confederate flag? Goodbye Ossi: The Demise of Eastern German Identity. The Man Who Invented Modern Probability. Winners of the Red Bull Illume Photo Contest 2013. On Decadence. Defining the Masses: How do we speak objectively about something of which we’re a part? By documenting everything. Scarcity: Why Having Too Little Means So Much.

The boys are not, I repeat NOT , marching into Poland.

Kicking sand in my face. Marion Bay. July 2013. Wordless Wednesday.

Ezra stalks the dunes. Marion Bay. August 2013. I'll stop for Death, I reckon. Because I could not stop for Death , Emily Dickenson Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. Or rather, he passed us; The dews grew quivering and chill, For only gossamer my gown, My tippet only tulle. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.

Ezra, der Mann lebt an der Unterseite einer Klippe!

They opted out of a swim that day...

Get down of the pyramid boys! Everybody down from the pyramid!

Bubbles. Bellerive Beach, Bellerive. June 2013. Theme Thursday ? Of course! There is JUBILATION in the nation even when they’re facing castration while avoiding the conflation of causation and damnation. I express a fixation for an excess of flirtation that at its very foundation is a classic formulation of cessation of narration through the privation of starvation and the utter stagnation and frustration of mindless gyration. The feeling of admiration, extreme adoration. Adulation of creation, a negation of temptation. Translation and inflammation, your vocation a vacation. A summation of elation to consternation and fragmentation and immediate detonation (followed by a dissipation and distillation): devastation. JUBILATION? Try ‘deflation’, ‘degradation’. Lubrication? Exclamation! Toleration? Confrontation. Abdication? Germination. Abrogation? Desperation. A classy accusation, a little affectation, a positive affirmation, an allegation, an avocation. ...

Cavemen .

Under water, looking out towards the sky. Flowerpot Point, Blackmans Bay. May 2013. The Sea: Day by Day , Philip Plisson: Magnificent images, could have possibly used more exposition. B- . The Boy Who Taught the Beekeeper to Read , Susan Hill: Subdued stories that explore loneliness and loss. Bleak. C+ . Pantone: The Twentieth Century in Color , Leatrice Eiseman: Some lovely colours and images, somewhat marred by shallow complementary text. C .

Is that a bunyip?

Have you ever picnicked on a rock? We have.

Dead penguin. Marion Bay, Tasmania's East Coast. April 2013. Sunday Stealing: The 5000 Question Meme Continues... Part Six 121. Have you ever lost someone without having the chance to say goodbye? Yes. To be honest, sometimes having the chance to say goodbye is harder. 122. How do you feel about women in politics? It depends on the woman, doesn't it. There are good ones and bad ones, much like people with a penis. 123. Would you rather have an indoor Jacuzzi or an outdoor pool? An outdoor pool. Hopefully with a sauna by the side. 124. What things are you interested in that you study or read about regularly? Lots of things! History, people, society, geography, nature. Just a few little things. 125. Would you consider yourself to be intelligent? Well... modesty forbids... [ahem]... OF COURSE I DO! 126. Would you consider yourself to be wise? Less wise than intelligent, perhaps. 127. Have you ever given or received a lap dance? In a commercial sense? The...

See all those rocks out there? See that pyramid? Ezra reckons that he built that...

It's a rock and roll damnation!

Abandoned rose. Marion Bay, Tasmania. March 2013. It's Theme Thursday and my apologies for the story. It's a true story, but not a pretty one. If you're faint hearted, simply admire the picture and move way now. You have been warned. Don't worry, we'll get to the theme. Be patient and bear with me. There are two toilets in the complex where I work. One is always locked and only people who work in the complex have the key, the other is unlocked 90% of the time, but lockable. I prefer to use the locked one. On Monday morning I was ready to burst after walking in from the town and immediately went to the unlocked one, as it was closer. There is also a separate vestibule with sinks, mirrors prior to entering the business end of the equation. I sensed an evil presence as soon as I walked into the place. Now, in this toilet area there are three seated toilets and three urinals. In the seated one on the left , the cubicle was covered in urine and there ...

Doesn't he look delighted with this urchin?

Basalt, mother. Basalt! An extrusive or intrusive rock that makes up most of the world's oceanic crust.

Sisters Creek, flowing into Sisters Beach, has proven as popular with this current generation of McCracken boys as it was the previous mob.

Henry flushes out the tiger snakes.