This will hurt me...

It has been a while since I featured Mount Wellington, so here she is in all her glory. This shot was taken down on the foreshore of Geilston Bay. I read this morning that J.D. Salinger is dead. If I may, I would just like to state that The Catcher in the Rye is a poorly constructed book, and Holden Caufield is perhaps the most intensely annoying protagonist I've had the displeasure to have shared a text with. Indeed, I would put it to Holden that it is he himself that is the " phony ". Perhaps it is my class bias showing, but Holden just needed to harden up, the miserable toff bastard.

A solitary lamp post on Elizabeth Street in the early afternoon makes a lonely sight... So after a decent weekend, weather-wise, I again have the rich harmonies of Supertramp buzzing around my head. For you see, It's Raining Again [...Oh no, my love's atanend...] I'm not sure why my brain settled on a moderately successful single from 1982 to soundtrack this morning, but it has. I'm happy with Supertramp buzzing around my head though, as I generally stick to humming it. Heaven forbid I get Creedence Clearwater Revival's Have You Ever Seen The Rain? , as I can't help but belt out the chorus to all and sundry. Thus I come to today's Tuesday Q and A! Do you have a song that you can't resist singing out aloud to? What is it?

I took this photo looking up while down in Salamanca Place last Thursday afternoon. High above the Silos and the trees, that speck of white you can see is the moon. A new thing for me: TUESDAY Q and A ! Right now , at this very moment , what is your favourite word? Right now? I am going to have to go with dénouement .

I spotted this lovely sky on Sunday evening when I put the rubbish bins out. Here you're looking across the Derwent River over onto Cornelian Bay. Overheard on the bus this morning: "Some speed freaks came in smashed up some chairs and wrecked our bong, but they left when they realised that no-one would fight them." They didn't say whether they were bikies or not ...

Can you see it? I can hear it, but can you see it? Go on, it's right there. There ! It's right there! It's not a bird. Do you think that sounds like a bird? A bloody bird . Flipping Nora, you don't know you're born! It's right there!

As Chrissie Hynde sang in 1982, back on the chain gang for me today. And wouldn’t you know it, more meetings. Seven-point-six hours in a day and already three vanished in bloody meetings. One has to smile. Throw in catching up on correspondence and pleasantries, and can understand why I am pressed for time. Of course, I have not let this prevent me from getting a big ol’ bunch o’ snapshots this morning on the way in. Thankfully, it was a crisp but clear winter morn, rather than an overcast beginning to the day. The light, it must be said, was tremendous . But I want, for a moment, to comment on other matters. Despite making little effort of either keep an eye on or steer clear of them, I am already mightily sick of these blasted Olympics. It is the media you see, as usual they are starting to get my goat, and he doesn’t like it one bit. You see, Australian ‘journalists’ (as a pack) can be an infuriating bunch. When we’re doing well, it is all “GOLD! GOLD! GOLD! By Christ We Aussies Are...

I left work yesterday to find a remarkable looking sky. I took a couple of snaps, but can’t say that I am totally satisfied with them, but then again, I never am. I am like Steve Waugh you see, never satisfied . There is a reason that I have quoted Goethe in the title today. In English, I understand the quote as: In art the best is good enough. High achievers like myself, Steve Waugh and Johann Wolfgang von Goethe all struggle because of our have terribly high standards. Consequently, we are labelled as mad, obsessed or inaccessible. It is a terrible burden, divine genius. [Insert smiley face here.] [UPDATE: I have followed the advice of Freefalling and made this particular photo a little larger. I will use this new power judiciously. For those interested, I generally like to upload photos around 1080 x 810 pixels, which is a decent size. If anyone wants a bigger copy, I am happy to forward them on upon request.]

I have decided to go with a two-for-one deal today, featuring clouds as seen from Geilston Bay. The first photograph was taken yesterday afternoon on the Derwent Avenue side of the East Derwent Highway. I snapped the second this morning on the Golf Links Road side of the Highway. After a couple of weeks of very cold mornings, it was surprisingly mild today. Unfortunately, I had neglected to consider that the last 40 pages of my book consisted of footnotes, so I finished it before I had even boarded the bus. That left lots of window gazing. You have to understand, in Australia, no-one talks to each other on the bus unless you are already very well acquainted. I am deadly serious when I say that if I were to attempt to strike up a conversation with someone, their assumption would be a) pervert; b) mentally ill; or c) a mentally ill pervert.