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Humans are the only animals that have children on purpose with the exception of guppies, who like to eat theirs.

Even on a scooter he is too loud!

A behaimeh hot a langen tsung un ken nisht reden; der mentsh hot a kurtseh un tor nisht reden.

See Ezra, this isn't your ordinary run-of-the-mill puddle. This here is what you call a Rannelagh puddle . A 'Rannelagh puddle'? Yeah, a Rannelagh puddle . What makes a puddle a 'Rannelagh puddle'? ... [Ahem] Plenty of Rannelagh.

To be or not to be is not a question of compromise. Either you be or you don't be.

Do you wanna be in my gang? East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. September 2011. If I was tasked with the job of starting a professional sports organisation, I'd make sure that I'd get the branding right. The most recent teams in the Australian Football League (the premier league in the country) are very good examples of poor choices. Back in 1994 and the formation of Fremantle, I originally felt that the Dockers was an [ahem] interesting choice indeed. Drawing to mind a fat, foul-mouthed warfie calling yet another stop work meeting didn't seem very inspiring; but in retrospect it has proven an original nickname and does capture some of the local colour. It has been all downhill from there however... For example: Port Adelaide Power ? Accompanying on from the multitude of failed Australian soccer teams (Glory, Pride, Spirit, King z ), the decidedly un-hip Port Power was launched. In teal. Really. Latterly, we have seen the Gold Coast Suns strutting there stuff. While they...

Weak eyes are fondest of glittering objects.

Puddle on Quayle Street. Sandy Bay. September 2011. I reckon that I have read George Orwell’s Animal Farm at least a half-dozen times. Indeed, I have studied and taught the bugger at University! Thus, writing this review should be relatively straightforward. An allegorical short novel first published in 1945 (although written in 1943–44), the book alludes to the Russian Revolution, the Western invasion of Soviet Russia in 1918, the Russian Civil War and the strengthening of Stalin before World War II. The novel explores the corruption of revolutionary ideals by its leaders but also how indifference, ignorance and myopia of the people undermine any possibility of a Utopia. Orwell's achievement is immense with this book, the best introduction to the political history of the Soviet Union 1917-1943 [all achieved with pigs, horses, sheep and other assorted animals]. A top read, and always one that leaves me regretting that he never had the chance to do a sequel that explored the post-...

A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.

Ezra explores the mud by the side of a path. In it, he did not find a) tadpoles; b) frogs; c) crocodiles; d) great white sharks or e) world peace. We were all disappointed.

The problems of victory are more agreeable than the problems of defeat, but they are no less difficult.

A familiar view here in Geilston Bay the past three or four months. That, coupled with grizzling children caked in snot has ensured our share of [ahem] interesting evenings. I did consult with the most recent guide to the Geneva Convention rules and regulations, and wouldn't you know it, there, on page 367, full colour prints of Henry and Ezra! Designated deliverers of cruel and unusual torture , it reckons...

All things truly wicked start from an innocence.

MORE rain means MORE reflections. MORE reflections means MORE photographs of things in puddles. Here are a few buildings and a 4WD down on Hobart's waterfront the other morning.

But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.

Sometimes the best view of the sky can be found by looking down on the ground. Here is a puddle on a patch of ground at the bottom of Elizabeth Street. Here is a little poem about power . Doing Stuff ACTION! ... wait ... wait ... waiting ... ... nothing ... ... wait ... wait ... waiting ... ... ACTION!