This will hurt me...

These fellows demonstrate World's best practice ™ when it comes to walking home from school.

...and ye shall find. The junction of Sandy Bay Road and St Georges Terrace, Battery Point. March 2013. I think that onions make more sense from Valentine's Day gifts than chocolates. We should all try to embrace the genus Allium . Valentine , Carol Ann Duffy Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind you with tears like a lover. It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief. I am trying to be truthful. Not a cute card or a kissogram. I give you an onion. Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips, possessive and faithful as we are, for as long as we are. Take it. Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring, if you like. Lethal. Its scent will cling to your fingers, cling to your knife.

Not yet. Intersection of Golf Links Road and East Derwent Highway, Geilston Bay. September 2012. This week I finished Cop This Lot by 'Nino Culotta', the sequel to the hugely popular They're a Weird Mob . Largely the comic tale of rough-hewn Australian's abroad (in the early-1960s), like its predecessor it has aged surprisingly well. Worth a look. C+ .

Look both ways. The intersection of Davey and Murray Streets, July 2012. More Q and A. More stolen from Sunday Stealing. This week, Our Players' Meme ... 1. You have been awarded the time off from work and an all-expenses paid week anywhere in the United States. The catch is that it must be somewhere you have not been before. Where do you choose to visit? Given that I have not been to the US at all, I have a whole continent to choose from. Seattle and the Pacific Northwest. 2. Name three of your guilty pleasures. I generally don’t feel guilt about pleasure. However, the recent healthy-living kick has seen me attach some to the wrong types of food. I also struggle with spending money on myself. 3. The best kind of Girl Scout Cookie is: Ummm, the normal ones? I like a nice plain biscuit. 4. What do you value most in other people? Honesty, integrity and half a brain. 5. Be honest. Do you sneak some raw cookie dough when you’re baking cookies? Not unless the reci...

STOP! Sandy Bay Road, Sandy Bay. December 2011. I am having Boxing Day off. I hope all is well with you and yours.

Someone is playing silly buggers! Regent Street, Sandy Bay. September 2011. My Top Five Words Favourite Words [Today] The Don't Have A Direct English Translation! Mamihlapinatapei A Yagan word for the wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start. Jennifer and I know this look all too well... Ilunga A Tshiluba word that describes a person who is ready to forgive and forget any first abuse, tolerate it the second time, but never forgive nor tolerate on the third offense. It is safe to say that I am not really an ilunga . Torschlusspanik A lovely German word that literally translates as “gate-closing panic,” but contextually, it implies the fear of diminishing opportunities as one ages. How very appropriate! Ya’aburnee One from Arabic now, a lovely little word that basically means “You bury me”. The desire for burial reflects the hope that one will die before one's partner because of how difficult it would...

Heading home. Harrington Street, as viewed from Sandy Bay Road, Sandy Bay. July 2011. Sunday Top Five and what could be finer that Five Of The Best Henry And Ezra Brotherly Love Photographs That Have Appeared On This Very Blog! Easter Picnic in the gardens! Look both ways! It's all in the eyes! Pirate training or iron man training? Does it matter? Two old hams putting on a show at Eaglehawk Neck! Just missing the cut? Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow... , Ezra shows Henry the ways of life in the big city , Scooter break! , and Beach beefcake!

Waiting for the light. Campbell Street, intersection with Davey Street. February 2011. There are many things that one can do while waiting for the lights to change. If not reading a book or taking photos, I like to subtly alter the lyrics of popular tunes of yesteryear to amuse myself. If I can’t think of any, I concoct hypothesised conversations between any pedestrians that might be lurking around. If I’m really bored, I like to speculate what kind of foibles, desires, hidden strengths or indeed pervasions that complete strangers in the street might possess. Try it. It’s fun.

Ampelmännchen, Ich werde auf dich warten. Campbell Straße, December 2010. The Christmas/New Year period has derailed my reading somewhat. Who knew that so much literary graft could be achieved on public transport and during lunch breaks through the week? That said, I'm knee deep in Gert Hofmann's Luck , and should be finished in a few days. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. I think that much will depend on where he takes the tale...

Look at these poor buggers waiting at the lights, ready to head in to work for another day of soul destroying, mind numbing, blood pressure raising work! And it doesn't even matter that these guys will be working in the waterfront precinct, with lovely views and the chance of seeing seals frolicking during their coffee break. It matters not one jot, because they are disenchanted through the crushing numbness that is paid employment in the year 2009. One that fine note, here's Tuesday Q and A! This is an easy one today: do you hate your job?