The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be conscious of none.

So the lack of action around these parts has been because I was in Sydney, the city of sin, vice, greed, materialism, selfishness, insolence, corruption, crime, shallow consumerism, grubby sex, hedonistic lifestyles, anti-intellectualism and a poor understanding of Australian Rules Football.

I went to talk drugs. I went to talk alcohol. I'm went to do all of those things that I love to do: interface, move forward, establish linkages, exploit opportunities, advance the agenda, collaborate, communicate, and maybe even eat a little cake...

And now I'm back, and I have photos.

Comments

MurciaDailyPhoto said…

I like this corner of the city. It´s like a lot of films that I have seen before that It show the future (about the train).

28 November 2008 at 00:34

Debbie Courson Smith said…

So much crammed all together in that shot. I hope you'll be showing us the rest of the photos.

In my corner of the world, I went to an event where a Christmas tree reminded me of this blog! www.boisedailyphoto.com.

28 November 2008 at 02:33

Anonymous said…

I'm looking forward to more photos.

Can we hear more about the cake? ;)

28 November 2008 at 03:53

Kris McCracken said…

MDP, the way of the future, the monorail. If only it went for more than one block!

Diva, I will be posting regularly throughout the next couple of days, so stay in tune! I am now off to check the tree.

Jackie, I will have to be honest and admit that I never eat the cake. I have an allergy to [deep breath], peanuts, almonds, hazelnuts, walnuts, chestnuts and even dear old pine nuts, with inevitably means that unless I want to go into anaphylactic shock, I stick to the fruit!

So I could not possibly comment on the cake, aside that there were a number of them, and they were all coated in nuts of all descriptions.

28 November 2008 at 10:45

yournotalone said…

That is very unfortunate (the nut thing). Can you eat Siberian Cedar nuts?

The monorail is an awesome addition to the corrupt, sinful, greedy, materialistic, selfish, criminal, consumerist, anti-intellectual... City of Sydney:D

28 November 2008 at 11:32

Kris McCracken said…

Aigars, I've never had Siberian Cedar nuts, but I suspect that I would have a similar reaction to them as I did the time that I had pine nuts (which required a strong antihistamine to allow me to keep breathing).

I generally avoid sweets altogether, and go the savoury or fruit options when they are there.

28 November 2008 at 12:08

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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