In fact, today, I think I'll have a French Tickler, for I am a Protestant.

Something very odd going on here, I had this whole incredibly interesting stream of consciousness bit about beavers, buried treasure, being busy, that kind of thing, and then POOF (too much Ovaltine?), it's gone.

Oh well, that genie is out of the bottle and I don't remember much of it as I'm tired and have just returned from gardening, and I enjoy gardening as much as I'd enjoy chemotherapy, so let's just put it behind us, shall we?

Here is a typical Hobartian sunrise. I took it on Thursday morning. Not much more that I can say.

COMING UP LATER ON...

Henry and Ezra recorded LIVE (on video).

Comments

blackie said…

Have you ever looked closely at the Ovalteenies characters? They are a little wired looking, very much into sport and don't appear to be in very contemplative moods. Yep, it's the ovaltine alright. They should put warnings on the tin. Hey, hang on a minute...you are drinking Ovaltine instead of Milo, isn't that, like, totally unAustralian?!

11 October 2008 at 19:39

Benjamin Madison said…

Beavers? Busy? Sounds like a very Canadian dream, beavers being our national animal. As for the sunrise photo, it's very nice. I'm glad you took it in the morning as sunrises are usually better at that time of day.

12 October 2008 at 03:57

Dina said…

A true dream-inducing sky.

12 October 2008 at 19:59

Kris McCracken said…

Blackie, amphetamines: that's the dark secret behind the Ovaltinies.

I don't drink Ovaltine, for fear of its impact upon my sexuality. Nor to I drink Milo, I never really have. As a young man, I had a certain fondness of both Alpine Blend and Cadbury's Drinking Chocolate. These days, I have developed a taste for the real hardcore stuff; illicit Greek, Turkish or Ghanian choccy powders that I score from all sorts of dodgy sources.

Un-Australian? Perhaps. But I am very dismissive of cheap patriotism, for I am a new man, a man who has truly embraced his role as global citizen.

14 October 2008 at 11:46

Kris McCracken said…

Benjamin, I am a big fan of beavers, always have been. Sunrises are infinitely better in the mornings, I agree.

Dina, a nightmare when one realises that work is the destination!

14 October 2008 at 11:48

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

Zeal, n. A certain nervous disorder afflicting the young and inexperienced. A passion that goeth before a sprawl.

Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

This will hurt me...

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