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How hard, how bitter it is to become a man!

Ultimately, he is a happy little boy. A very demanding, volatile and assertive little boy, but a happy one nonetheless!

Lozenge of love! Medallion of art!

A little something in another something. Quayle Street, Sandy Bay. January 2012. I had the privilege of taking the full group of kids out for their warm up jog at Auskick training yesterday afternoon/ evening. I consider my rigorous training methods a success, given that I had a good fifteen or so 5 and 6 year old kids reduced to wheezing lumps prostrate on the turf afterwards! Henry, of course, was spritely and smiling, having had the good fortune to have undergone a brutal, systematic, Soviet-style training regime since he was six weeks old. If only he could kick... Sad Steps , Philip Larkin Groping back to bed after a piss I part thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the moon's cleanliness. Four o'clock: wedge-shadowed gardens lie Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky. There's something laughable about this, The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow Loosely as cannon-smoke to stand apart (Stone-coloured light sharpening the roofs ...

Growing old is like being increasingly penalised for a crime you haven't committed.

Play it cool Hank. Play it cool.

Along with success comes a reputation for wisdom.

Yum! Mayfair Plaza Car Park, Sandy Bay. December 2011. Three books this week, all quite good. First up is the brand new one from Toni Morrison, Home . Set in the 1950s, Home follows the return of a black Korean War veteran who has recently left the newly desegregated army. The country he returns to is no Leave It To Beaver idyll though, it’s one inhabited by damaged people, racial tension and power imbalances (inequities of race, gender and class). At 81, I suspect that Morrison’s best days (skill-wise) are behind her. This reads like a – admittedly quite good – imitation of her best novels. It compresses many recurrent themes of memory, love and loss, uprooting and homecoming. The text flows in jazzy rhythms, but the narrative moves a little too quickly to my mind. This is not a bad read by any stretch, but I have to admit that is not one of her stronger works. If you’re looking for something quick that will give you a taste of her work, this is not a bad starting point. I’...

As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a little before you think.

What's going on here?

A wise man sees as much as he ought, not as much as he can.

I don't ever wanna feel like I did that day. Take me to the place I love, take me all the way. Under the [Tasman] Bridge, Hobart. February 2012. Theme Thursday ? ICE CREAM? I scream? You scream? We all scream? For... ICE CREAM? Why? Me, I'm more of a sorbet man myself.

The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.

Robot? You're a robot? An incredibly handsome robot!