This will hurt me...

The park isn't all fun and games. Sometimes we go there and ponder our own mortality.

Just your standard old house on New Town Road. New Town, November 2010. Oh please of please give me a weekend free of rain... New Magic , by Kenneth Slessor At last I know—it’s on old ivory jars, Glassed with old miniatures and garnered once with musk. I’ve seen those eyes like smouldering April stars As carp might see them behind their bubbled skies In pale green fishponds—they’re as green your eyes, As lakes themselves, changed to green stone at dusk. At last I know—it’s paned in a crystal hoop On powder-boxes from some dead Italian girl, I’ve seen such eyes grow suddenly dark, and droop Their small, pure lids, as if I’d pried too far In finding you snared there on that ivory jar By crusted motes of rose and smoky-pearl.

Sometimes a man just has to decide which side he's on , and march in that direction!

Can you believe it? They can DANCE ! Home, Geilston Bay. November 2010. Four books this week, and all good ‘uns! The first is a short novel –perhaps better known as a film – from a master of Czech literature Bohumil Hrabal Closely Observed Trains . Set in [then German-occupied] Czechoslovakia in 1945, the war is turning against the Germans and the presence of the Red Army looms not too far away. The story focuses on the life of one train controller, who has just be released back to work after an unsuccessful suicide attempt in the wake of a little premature ejaculation-incident. So straightforward then. The ever-approaching war soon means that the morning trains arrive at noon, the noon trains in the evening, and the evening trains during the night, so that now and then it might happen that an afternoon train came in punctual to the minute, according to the timetable, but only because it was the morning passenger train running four hours late. For such a short novel, Hrabal crams in a ...

As a rule, Ezra likes to do three thousand push-ups before hitting the water for a sail. Henry is a burpee man. Fifteen hundred burpees a day, to be precise.

A rabbits eye view of things. St Johns Park, New Town. November 2010. Quiz time! To conquer the material world, human beings transformed themselves into disciplined purposive agents, and society into a bureaucratised and administered system. There is a unity of the 'autocratic' ego with the unity of instrumental reason and both, in association, impose an abstract, forced unification on the 'heterogeneous', the 'different', and 'the Other'. Psychologically, toward the inside, the autocratic ego represses the 'polymorphous perversity' of an individual's instinctual make-up to forge a unified self. Toward the social, the outside, the same 'ego' imposes a grid of instrumental reason that maps the diversity and particularity of external nature in order to control and manipulate it. The reification of external nature and the reification of internal nature, thus entail each other. What am I talking about here?

It should be no surprise that Henry can be seen sporting a t-shirt with an apple on it. Henry you see is a self-confessed appleholic . They say that an apple a day keeps the doctor away. What do you think five apples a day will do to the medical profession? Seriously, we’re looking into leasing some orchard space just to keep up with his habit.