This will hurt me...

The future is ahead...

Sunrise. The Burnie-Ridgley area, Tasmania's North West. February. Is rap/hip hip-hop a modern form of performance poetry? I believe that it is. Proof? This! Baby Got Back , Sir Mix-a-Lot I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung, wanna pull out your tough 'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh baby, I wanna get with you And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But that butt you got makes me so horny Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin You say you wanna get in my Benz? Well, use me, use me 'Cause you ain't that average groupie I've seen them dancin' To hell with romancin' She's sweat, wet, Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette I'm tired of magazines Sayin' flat butts are the thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pa...

Off to feed the ducks. And a few geese. As well as the odd native hen.

Caution: Nick Drake fan on the loose. Salamanca Place, Salamanca. February 2012. Two books finished this week, both decent. First up is Austrian/German Daniel Kehlmann's Me and Kaminski . An exploration into the concept of artistic genius, this is a surprisingly bleak book. Ultimately, some not very likeable characters irritate each other in the pursuit of their own self-interest (but that interest largely rests on what another can do for them). An odd road trip eventuates that features an incredibly narcissistic 31-year-old journalist/ wannabe biographer and the decrepit (almost) forgotten painter. I liked you, you might too. Recommended. Second up is Italian Alessandro Baricco's Silk . A short and lyrical tale of desire that is structured around a wandering French silk breeder and his illicit ventures to Japan alone in search of disease-free silkworms, it explores the concepts of love and desire in a very subdued way. Stylistically reminiscent of an old-fashioned fable, I sus...

The best part of this summer? No sunburn!

The dead centre of town. Cornelian Bay Cemetary, Cornelian Bay (as seen from Derwent Avenue). February 2012. Theme Thursday today and more and more pointless meetings mean that I am now seeing DOUBLE. Why DOUBLE? Well, I can't be sure, but I suspect that has something to do with the brick walls that I have been head-butting...

I like to call this Big Henry in Blue .