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Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.

Quite. The corner of King and Princes Streets, Sandy Bay. April 2012. Wordless Wednesday.

I shall not have the splendid honour / Of giving my name to the abyss

Guerilla knitting, turn that shit up. King Street, Sandy Bay. September 2011. The murkey world of yarn-inspired terrorism is troubling to me. Like a lot of forms of 'new terror', it's the incoherent political message and ideological goal that worries me. With no rational purpose, how might we ever conclude peaceful terms with these brigands? The Lamentations Of An Icarus , Charles Baudelaire The lovers of prostitutes are Happy, cheerful, well-fed; As for me, my arms are broken Through having hugged the clouds. It is thanks to the incomparable stars, Blazing in the depths of the sky, That my devoured eyes see only The memories of suns. In vain I wished to find The centre and the end of space; I know not under what fiery eye I feel my wings breaking; And burnt up by love of beauty, I shall not have the splendid honour Of giving my name to the abyss Which will serve as my grave.

Very few things happen at the right time, and the rest do not happen at all. The conscientious historian will correct these defects.

Penguin rampage! Melbourne Aquarium, April 2011. If it's not flocks of sharks terrorising innocent civilians, it's hordes of penguins! I see that the US government is claiming that a group of Navy Seals killed nullified Mr Bin Ladin. I'm not so sure. I have a theory that it was a crack group of rogue Navy Penguins ... Pingüino alboroto! Melbourne Aquarium, April 2011.

We shape our tools and thereafter our tools shape us.

The Commonwealth Scientific and Industrial Research Organisation (CSIRO) has a branch located about a three minute walk up the road from my work. This Marine and Atmospheric Research branch obviously has a reasonably high turnover of computer equipment, because at least once a month, a new skip appears filled to the brim with old computers, monitors, televisions and all manner of cords, wires, motherboards and who knows what else. I finally got over my shyness (and fear of being thought a terrorist/perpetrator of industrial espionage) to creep into the facility and take a few photos yesterday. Don't worry though, I didn't need to evade vicious guard dogs, scale razor wire or even jump a fence. I did, however, cross a road and walk through a car park. Yes, I managed to look both ways too. Now I know that there are some keen photographers here, so I would like to know what is the riskiest photograph that you've ever taken? Rampaging wallabies? Birthing wives? Hungry childr...