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I would not engage the wombat / In any form of mortal combat

Words on a page. Battery Point (walking to work). June 2013. The best thing about reading books while walking is reading books. And walking. The Wombat , Ogden Nash The wombat lives across the seas, Among the far Antipodes. He may exist on nuts and berries, Or then again, on missionaries; His distant habitat precludes Conclusive knowledge of his moods, But I would not engage the wombat In any form of mortal combat.

There are always three speeches, for every one you actually gave. The one you practiced, the one you gave, and the one you wish you gave.

A particularly good win in Bananagrams. Home, Geilston Bay. November 2012. Sunday stealing Who Are you? Part 7 – It is Over! Part 7: Self Image 84. Describe the routine of a normal day for you: Wake up. Check my RSS feeds. Read up on what's happened overnight. Get up. Have a shower. Get dressed. Have breakfast. Feed children. Catch the bus. Walk to work. Work. Walk to bus. Catch bus home. Converse with family I. Cook/ eat dinner. Converse with family II. Wash children. Read stories. Put children to bed. Go to bed. Surf the net. Seduce wife. Sleep. 85. What is your greatest strength as a person? I have a certain firmness of resolve... 86. What is your greatest weakness? I have a certain firmness of resolve... 87. Are you going to run for President in 2016? President of the Board? It's unlikely... 88. Are you generally self-contained? Absolutely. I am an Iland, intire of it selfe ... 89. Are you generally organized or messy? It depends on my mood. I am ca...

The reason a writer writes a book is to forget a book and the reason a reader reads one is to remember it.

Wise words. State Library of Tasmania, Murray Street, Hobart. February 2012. Two contemporary European novels this week, one Norwegian and one French. Professor Andersen’s Night by Dag Solstad is an odd little existentialist novel that explores the breakdown of the titular literary academic. The once radical Professor Andersen is now divorced, middle-aged and alone. Moreover, the distinguished Ibsen scholar believes that he has witnessed a murder on Christmas Eve which sparks a crises of self and purpose. Despite the centrality of the murder and the vivid Oslo (and Trondheim) setting, this one is most definitely not a slice of Nordic noir. Long, rambling sentences of interior monologue follow the contortions of an academic mind defying rational intentions. The book is a little bit of a grind, as the central character is designed to be unlikable. The Professor’s crisis stems from the subtle realisation (and fear) of the pointlessness of his career. Indeed, underneath it all his whole e...