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A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.

Public art or graffiti? Does it matter? In the lane-way off 99 Bathurst Street, Hobart. May 2012. Here's a book review. The Battle for History: Re-fighting World War II , essentially an extended literature review on the subject by British military historian John Keegan. Give that well over half a century has passed since the end of World War II; it strikes many as surprising that historians are still struggling to define it. I’m not sure why people are all that surprised, given the infinite angles and interpretations that can be applied to the events of the period (especially when one considers the ways in which the world was irrevocably altered). In assessing the general histories, Keegan manages to illustrate the extent to which our past – including how we think about it, interpret it and define it – dictates our present. Each chapter covers separate approaches to the topic, including overall histories of the war, biographies, distinct campaigns, the intelligence war, logis...

The best argument against democracy is a five-minute conversation with the average voter.

Laneway. Just off Russell Street, Sandy Bay. November 2011. Theme Thursday today brings a lot of promise. TOMORROW, you see. There is always TOMORROW. TOMORROW offers all the opportunities in the world. Whatever happens today, TOMORROW awaits. TOMORROW it might not rain. TOMORROW I might stay dry. TOMORROW I will start losing weight. TOMORROW I will get myself fit. TOMORROW I educate myself, smarten up, tart up and address all of those niggly little things that have constrained me up to this point. TOMORROW I will quit drinking so much coffee. TOMORROW I stop eating all that junk. TOMORROW I will tidy up my desk and finish up that work that’s been hanging around for weeks. TOMORROW I will walk more upright, look people in the eye and tackle everything with 110 percent. TOMORROW I will be more attractive to the opposite sex, smell better, smile better, run faster, leap higher, swim further and sing in a more harmonious voice. TOMORROW I will be a more generous tipper, lover, brother, h...

Infidelity does not consist in believing, or in disbelieving, it consists in professing to believe what he does not believe.

Indeed. Brisbane Street, Hobart. October 2011. Stencilled graffiti: acceptable or cop out? For the record, I like the good ones, but decreasingly so if they become too ubiquitous. Simpler is better. While I'm not anti- politically-charged graffiti in any way, I am anti-stupidity and often the lines are blurred. I'm more a subtle/ whimsy kind of fellow... Also, although this post has very little to do with FISH, I suspect that Theme Thursday might be back!