This will hurt me...

Here is the vista overlooking Battery Point from the second floor of the McDougal Building. As you can see, it was a bit blue out there that day. I though that after the success of my self portrait last week , I'd try another, this time in words. Me I am hope I am old-school I am expectation I am got I am mother I am goal I am ice I am all business I am can I am everywhere I am insignificant I am plastic I am practice I am mundane I am selflessness I am rock I am automatic I am okay I am need I am not I am taste I am alphabet I am promise I am cat I am interception I am rehearsal I am waiting I am vacation I am death I am desire I am away I am desperation I am joy I am something I am indigenous I am child I am wretched I am heavy I am key I am repression I am head I am father I am why I am folly I am after I am inundation I am illicit I am the I am order I am awake I am saviour I am drum I am touch I am sabotage I am static I am rhythm I am theory I am away I am glide I am destinat...

Here is Jen and Ezra, looking for a wayward Henry in an artistic display that featured at Salamanca's Long Gallery through January. I know that it looks like a nightclub, but Ezra doesn't like them, he thinks that they are " common ". That ultraviolet light was a little disconcerting, I'll grant you that. And there is my crude segue for the day! For some reason, the local news media outlets have taken a shine to me of late, and I can now expect the phone to ring whenever someone has got something controversial to debate (when you're talking drugs and alcohol, it's always controversial). Being an arrogant kind of guy, and not lacking in confidence to express and opinion or argue a point, I'm always happy to oblige them. Yet seeing yourself or hearing yourself on the news is a very disconcerting experience. Predictably, my default news-watching setting is "who is this moron and why am I supposed to care what they think?" You would think that...