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If dogs could talk, perhaps we would find it as hard to get along with them as we do with people.

There's a wall. And some power lines. New Town Road, New Town. December 2010. It's still 2010 and I am so very, very tired. I think that I'll go to the beach today...

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Climb at your own risk. New Town Road, New Town, December 2010. If you are a fan of lines in photographs, you could do worse than stand under one of these snapping away for a few minutes. In fact, after staring at this photograph for ninety seconds, I think that I have spotted a Desargues configuration. Have a close look… If A.a, B.b, C.c are concurrent , then (A.B) ∩ (a.b), (A.C) ∩ (a.c), (B.C) ∩ (b.c) are collinear ! Ain’t geometry grand?

The cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month.

This tree is wired for sound light. June 2010. Today is my first day in a new job. I have - as Max Weber boldly predicted many moons ago - been drawn into the stahlhartes Gehäuse ! Yes, I am to be a Bureaucrat! While not quite a ' man in Whitehall ', I have been drawn into administering the "polar night of icy darkness". Rational calculation has now reduced me to a cog in the bureaucratic machine. Of course, going into this with the realisation already assured, I will no doubt be seeking to transform myself to a bigger cog. I hope that there is cake.

Civilization is a movement and not a condition, a voyage and not a harbour.

Geilston Bay power poles. June 2010. A short while ago someone asked in the comments to see more of Geilston Bay, here's a start! Here's the view looking south towards the next suburb of Lindisfarne. Geilston Bay itself is a small suburb of Hobart. Technically, it is located in the City of Clarence located on the Eastern Shore of the Derwent River Estuary. It is a suburb abundant with nature, with many houses built right next to the bushland (hence the impressive amount of dead native animals to be found squished on the highway). In terms of 'attractions', well, there is the bay itself, with a Boat Club located a couple of hundred metres from our house. There's the Shag Bay Aboriginal Site , but we're really just talking about piles of discarded mussel shells. I'll be honest and confess an anthropological bias: once you've seen Notre Dame Cathedra l, a midden that dates a few hundred years more recent seems a bit humdrum. There is also a local high s...