News don' lack a carrier.

Here is one from this morning of the flags atop of the Tasmanian Parliament. As you can see, this is not the bluest of skies that you’ll see here in Hobart.

The proverb is one from Barbados, source of another one of my all time favourite photo blogs, the consistently excellent Barbados in Focus, where Keith Clark has done a magnificent job in recording for posterity some of the remnants of the Barbados of old, as well as what’s happening these days. I really can’t recommend this one highly enough!

The proverb is self-evident, but I read it as “There’s always someone ready to spread any sort of news around, particularly if it's juicy.”

Comments

Anonymous said…

I thought it was a gull on the roof, but it's the CCTV. Looks like Big Brother is out to get you too (he's been active over here for years).

17 October 2008 at 19:06

Priyanka Khot said…

Kris,

I can't thank you enough for the simple fact that you have introduced me the the world of quotes from across the world in different languages.

I am a fan of cliches and quotes since the time a teacher of mine said to me, "Priyanka,they are cliches because they are true."

Whenever I read quotes on your blog I realise that all across the world the truths remain ONE and are applicable to all.

Thanks once again.

17 October 2008 at 22:42

Anonymous said…

That's ok that the skies aren't the bluest, because it made for a very ominous looking storm coming - Great shot in my opinion!

18 October 2008 at 03:24

Kris McCracken said…

Jackie, there's a bit of drinking that goes on those lawns, and as a consequence, a fair few assaults. We don't really have that many CCTV cameras around Hobart, although their numbers are growing!

Priyanka, I agree with all of that. The more you look, the more you realise how many assumptions truly are universal.

Ms. Hays, I have another good one that I will get around to posting tomorrow!

20 October 2008 at 14:04

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

Henry admires the view.

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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