This will hurt me...

Grass will grow. East Derwent Highway, Lindisfarne. August 2012. 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... Bare necessity? The public health implications of removing pubic hair. France faces up to her past. Allowed itself to be tied to one man's (anti-American) agenda. Overpromised on leaks it never delivered, overhyped ones it did. Cavalier in not redacting dissidents' names. Once seemed a game-changer; now a one-man soap opera... How WikiLeaks Blew It. It seems quite simple really. How is rape defined in different countries? It's not about the outcomes... Gillard and Abbott’s ‘race to the top’ to support private schools. On that: The membrane that surrounds the political debate over school education policy is highly resilient. In this b...

One day people will come and wonder what all of this was about. Footpath leading onto the Tasman Highway, Hobart. June 2012. I suspect (hope?) that we are nearing the end of this marathon series of Q and A stolen from Sunday Stealing, the ominous Imaginary Meme, Part Six ! 101. Name 4 things you always have with you. i) Watch, ii) wallet, iii) keys, iv) phone. More often than not, I also have v) camera and vi) book. 102. How many SERIOUS ex-girlfriends/ boyfriends/ significant others do you have? None. 103. What causes you to you admire people? Anyone who manages to combine half a brain with integrity always warrants my admiration. 104. Do you like sports? I do. 105. Would you have sex after marriage? Why or why not? What an odd question. I can only presume that they mean ‘before’ rather than after, although it seems that there is often a correlation between post-marriage/ decline in sexual congress. As for sex before marriage: why ever not? 106. What is your favour...

Achtung! Lord Street, Sandy Bay. October 2011. Everywhere you look are signs that all around us, danger lurks... To Elsie , William Carlos Williams The pure products of America go crazy— mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey with its isolate lakes and valleys, its deaf-mutes, thieves old names and promiscuity between devil-may-care men who have taken to railroading out of sheer lust of adventure— and young slatterns, bathed in filth from Monday to Saturday to be tricked out that night with gauds from imaginations which have no peasant traditions to give them character but flutter and flaunt sheer rags—succumbing without emotion save numbed terror under some hedge of choke-cherry or viburnum— which they cannot express— Unless it be that marriage perhaps with a dash of Indian blood will throw up a girl so desolate so hemmed round with disease or murder that she'll be rescued by an agent— reared by the state and sent out at fifteen to work in some hard-pressed ...

Let's just ask Joel then, shall we? King Street, Sandy Bay. August 2011. Come on Joel, I know you're out there! Would you deface council property in such a wanton and appalling way? Wilderness , Carl Sandburg There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go. There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop double-cross. There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go. There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried...

These drains look grumpy to me. St Johns Park, New Town. March 2011. Sunday Top Five you say? Here is The Top Five Songs Played On My Computer In The Last Three Months According To Lastfm.com ! Be My Baby , The Ronettes Can We Fix It? , Bob the Builder Breakfast in America , Supertramp If I Fell , The Beatles Fuck You , Cee Lo Green Bob the Builder has done well to sneak in there. That should indicate the influence that Ezra has in the household. As for the others, you’ll note that I’m hip to all the new trends, me…

I’m not sure why, but I quite like this photograph. I like the colour. . I like the dabs of yellow in all that blue and grey. I like the contrasting depth of the stones versus the flat of the concrete. I like the fact that there is an apparently healthy tree jutting out of the footpath. I like that in this one, I managed to avoid photographing my shoes. Of course, I inevitably drew funny looks from all of the Hydro workers hurrying into work as I slouched outside their building taking photo after photo of a footpath. They were probably ruing the plight of the mentally ill in the community as they trundled past, embarrassed that this odd fellows behaviour made them think of something as dreary as mental illness. But I will say, the pressure of this whole daily photo thing has done wonders for my confidence to just whip out the camera and take a snap when something appears and takes my fancy. That said, I have a profound timidity to do so if it involves people (or at least people who mig...