This will hurt me...

There is a little bit of 'gansta' about him here. He had a fall the other day, but no worries, they glued his head back together. Yes glue. Purple glue.

Ezra steams off into the distance while Henry contemplates Horkheimer and Adorno's notion of modernity and the essential “regression” of reason.

A thirst for knowledge begins early, and is the mark of a remarkable person. Being interested is one path to being interesting . My boys are interesting .

There is one pastime that is making extreme headway into our present lives - for both Henry and Ezra - that is, of course, puzzles . Here Henry reconstructs Africa for us, mired deep in the Congo Basism trying to sort out the difference between São Tomé and Príncipe and Gabon . Dare I say it, but our Henry already has a firmer grasp on geography than 98% of adult Australians!

Saint-Simon? de Maistre on stilts (and amyl)!

A swim is all I want. A little swim. I don't care about the muck. I just want to swim. Here you can see a budding Esther Williams contemplating his next move down by the fountain in Salamanca Square.

I can't decide. Is Ezra thinking about his upcoming date with renowned vixen Riya Sen? Is he thinking about a potential Mexican Pig Flu outbreak in Hobart? Is he thinking about the transitory nature of balloons? Maybe he's just thinking about lunch.

Here is a typical Hobart lamp post in the middle of the day. I like the way that it sits against the sky. Which is worse, having no idea or not having any idea that you have no idea?

Someone has been pulled over by the fuzz. I wonder what they did? I was thinking the other day (always dangerous). I was thinking that in order to bridge the gap between what one thinks one knows, and what one knows , one must know what one thinks , and one must know what one knows and - more importantly - doesn't know . That's the trouble, don't you think?

Here is the happy little Vegemite having a bit of a look around now that he has achieved efficient rolling capacities . Like Henry as a bairn, Ez can make it from one side of the living room to the other in the blink of an eye. That’s not really a problem unless he’s headed into the uncharted waters of the kitchen bench stools, with their propensity to be pulled down on one’s noggin. Oh well, lessons must be learned the hard way sometimes! So I was talking about decisions , and talking about thinking about decisions , and I started to talk about actions . When I think about it, it is actually the action that is the difficult part; the decision is the easy bit, any mug can make a decision; following through on decisions is more fraught with danger (the known unknowns , I guess). But what cost not acting ? If the die is cast , the cards are dealt and the rationale is clear , then the difficult decision is in fact an easy one; what is the price of failing to act? Decisions are good. Ac...