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
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1. Don't think about white bear! Hey... hold on... I said don't!!!
(the thing is - you can not stop thinking about it unless you imagine it first)
2. My brother Indars uses a technique on his child since his birth.
- He totally avoids using the word "no".
- He always says what to do and never tells what not to do - never!!!
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For instance. If his son is trying to disassemble TV remote control he will say: "Look, here is something interesting and divers his attention" or engage in different activity.
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The reason why he does not us "no" is to liberate his son from psychological phenomena of "no" - there are no restrictions - everything is possible.
Have a good day, Kris.
I have this problem all the time. Oh to be a kid again and not worry!