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The smallest deed is better than the greatest intention.

Plotters. Hope Beach, South Arm Peninsula. May 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... What the Night Sky Would Look Like If the Other Planets Were as Close as the Moon. Australia's universities: from elite institutions to degree factories? What if Barbie Looked Like a Real Woman? Inequality, health and well-being: time for a national debate. When someone close to you dies, the very fabric of your life is ripped to shreds. Is philosophy any consolation? Clive James – a life in writing.

Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions; it's walled and roofed with them. Yes, and furnished too.

Silhouette. The office next to mine. October 2012. Wordless Wednesday.

Take what's still given: in a room's rich shadow/ a woman's breasts swinging lightly as she bends.

Jen reconciles herself with mortality. Alexandra Battery, Jen, Sandy Bay. April 2012. Miracle Ice Cream , Adrienne Rich Miracle's truck comes down the little avenue, Scott Joplin ragtime strewn behind it like pearls, and, yes, you can feel happy with one piece of your heart. Take what's still given: in a room's rich shadow a woman's breasts swinging lightly as she bends. Early now the pearl of dusk dissolves. Late, you sit weighing the evening news, fast-food miracles, ghostly revolutions, the rest of your heart.