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

Lost inside an adorable illusion and I cannot hide, I'm the one you're using, please don't push me aside, we could've made it cruising, yeah.

Yes it is Theme Thusday again, and today we are talking GLASS . I've three possible hooks to hang my [glass] hat on with this theme. First, the photo! Yes, it is the river again from an odd angle in an interesting light. You can just make out the bottom, which should tell you that I'm right on the shore. In some ways, the distortion of the stones below the surface reminds me of ye olde glass windows, what they call "cylinder blown sheet glass". You can still find some of this around Hobart these days. Thw second link comes from a trip I took to Venice a few years back. You're probably aware that Venice was (is?) a glass-making centre of excellence. If you have ever been there and taken the tour of the glass factories, you might be familiar with the sheer amount of coloured glass that sits at the bottom of the water there. These fragments of glass have been worn down and had their edges dulled by their time in the water, which makes them ample keepsakes for the ...

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

Happy anniversary baby, got you on my mind

No it is not a webcam, but this photograph was taken a mere forty-five ago on my way in to work. Here you can see a good old fashioned Hobart autumn morning, with the rain pelting down and me getting drenched. This one was taken on the corner of Macquarie and Elizabeth, while I was waiting for the lights to change. Come on Ampelmännchen ! Today is my wedding anniversary, an apparently I need to be showering Jen with leather -related goodies. Va-va-vaVOOM! To you Jennifer, here is a poem I wrote this very morning. Anniversary I love you i love you iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou I LOVE you I love YOU iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou I LOVE YOU iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou Happy anniversary

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