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It is often wise to reveal that which cannot be concealed for long.

Just don't. Geilston Bay High lower oval. Geilston Bay. January 2013. Today's Sunday Top Five is one with a legal bent. We know about the golf, but here are Five Other Things That You Can't Do On This Oval Besides Golf! [For more information, see the Tasmanian POLICE OFFENCES ACT 1935 .] A person must not be drunk while in charge of any vehicle or when in possession of any dangerous weapon. A person shall not habitually consort with reputed thieves. A person must not beg or expose wounds or deformities, or place himself or herself or otherwise act so as to induce, or attempt to induce, the giving of alms, or instigate or incite a child to do any of those things. A person shall not sing any profane or obscene song. A person, being the owner or usual keeper of a horse, mule, hinny, ass, ox, pig, sheep, or goat shall not permit the animal to graze or stray on the oval.

I guess I'm trying to be "above the fray."

Caught by the fuzz. February, 2010. Why is it that I feel guilty whenever I am around police? I never do anything wrong, and I generally have a positive attitude towards them. Perhaps it is my reptilian brain actively repressing something... Happy As The Day Is Long , Edward Taylor I take the long walk up the staircase to my secret room. Today's big news: they found Amelia Earhart's shoe, size 9. 1992: Charlie Christian is bebopping at Minton's in 1941. Today, the Presidential primaries have failed us once again. We'll look for our excitement elsewhere, in the last snow that is falling, in tomorrow's Gospel Concert in Springfield. It's a good day to be a cat and just sleep. Or to read the Confessions of Saint Augustine. Jesus called the sons of Zebedee the Sons of Thunder. In my secret room, plans are hatched: we'll explore the Smoky Mountains. Then we'll walk along a beach: Hallelujah! (A letter was just delivered by Overnight Express-- it contained not...

The Muppets are not pornographic! (Oh... BILL Henson... Sorry)

I am not sure the extent to which the world has been exposed to current art versus child porn debate that has been raging all week in Australia. I have been mulling over whether to post some thoughts on the current debate over the exhibition of Australian photographer Bill Henson . The Prime Minister has had his say , as had the art crowd . As is always so very useful, they appear to have set their tents in polar opposition to each other. I have not commented mainly because I have not really had the time to devote to expressing myself with the clarity that I would like. As might be expected, venturing into the mine field that is a discussion that pits the notions of ‘artistic merit’ and ‘contextuality’ versus ‘the rights of the child’ and the legislative and judicial protection of minors is not one that I want to go in half arsed (not that this has stopped many commentators!) Moreover, my footing is not too sure when I venture into the legal notions that appear to underwrite the shu...