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Computers in the future may weigh no more than 1.5 tons.

After a looooooonnnng time out of action, I've finally spent the time required to fix my PC and turn it back into the sort of sleek web-surfing, game-playing beast that I prefer to be using. In order to celebrate, I have decided to post a picture of a slightly more hirsute Henry browsing the web for naughty pictures of Dora the Explorer.

It appears that we all labour under delusions.

Here you can see the view up from Salamanca place to Davey Street. This is where the nobs can be found hob nobbing with other nobs day in day out. The past week I have been snatching moments here and there to revise the old Curriculum Vitae . Revisiting one’s CV and the all important “skills set” is always an experience that I loathe. I’m not sure whether it is the usual cringe that accompanies blowing one’s own trumpet [fnarr fnarr], or whether it is reflective of a deeper cold hard reality. However impressive the list of positions, tasks, roles, responsibilities, actions, functions, actions or achievements looks on paper, the fact of the matter is that I am unable to reconcile the present situation with the unanswerable question as to how I have managed to drift so far away from something that I would much rather be doing? Moreover, after drifting this far with the current, how on Earth does one manage to swim back upstream to get to where one might rather be when the weather looks

A journalist is a person who has mistaken their calling.

Here he is, Miss America! By golly he did some shouting last night though. It's still ringing around my head.

Without education, we are in a horrible and deadly danger of taking educated people seriously.

I was thinking that I hadn't had a boat for a little while, I must rectify that. This is from a couple of weeks back. As usual, I like the juxtaposition of the ropes of the old timer and the sleeker lines of the modern. I do like the romance of sailing boats, but there is something to be said for the stabilisers of the modern cruise ship! Here is another one minute poem . A new kind of thinking? isn't it interesting? and isn't it odd? like a psychological melodrama or like an empty ...

With ordinary talent and extraordinary perseverance, all things are attainable.

My god I have been busy this week. Here is Henry and the gang looking suitably solemn.

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

Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over.

By golly I have been busy today. To ease the strain, here is Ez getting in some early bull riding practice. As is the namby pampy politically correct norm these days, I couldn't find a farmer to let us use their bull. Insurance costs, they tell me! No wonder the world is going to hell in a hand basket! [Anyone who can spot the link between the content and the title will have earned respect!]

A leader has to appear consistent. That doesn't mean he has to be consistent.

Even though they tend to dominate my day to day existance, I have been very good and not overloaded you with images of the silos down here in Salamanca Place. That said, I couldn't resist this one. I'm in a Galway Kinnell mood today. So here is my favourite short Kinnell poem. Prayer Whatever happens. Whatever what is is is what I want. Only that. But that.

The Brave New World

Having been privy to some rather frank updates on current budget estimates, I think that the low cost option may be more popular in the coming years... [Thanks, of course, to the good folks at Married to the Sea .]

The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.

Here is my question to you, do robots poo?

I've searched all the parks in all the cities — and found no statues of Committees.

If you stroll around Battery Point for even just a short while, you will find no shortage of evidence that we are indeed another colonial outpost of Mother Britain. I do wonder what these names mean to most Tasmanians though... Here's a poem that took me forty five seconds to write on the bus yesterday morning. I'm not sure as to the wisdom of posting it sans reflection, but sometimes I just can't be bothered. untitled i loved that time way back when way way way back when when you weren't talking to me. me. back then you knew everything and I knew nothing. but the nothing I knew knew your everything meant nothing.

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

"Must... get... baby..." Urgghhhh... "Must... get... baby..." Arghhhh... "Just a... little... bit... further..." It must be very frustrating when you are beginning to understand the fundamentals of crawling, but you're just not quite there. Even moreso when you finally manage to get your hand on it an an anti-social toddler snatches the prize at the very final second. One day he shall have his revenge. One day...

Ads that I like #80

Wow-ee , would you just take a look at that shoe polish! Yes-siree , some mighty fine shoe polish there. Hey, let me have a look at that again [crosses legs uncomfortably]. Hmmmm, a free shine cloth . A free shine cloth you say? Hmmmm, I better have another look at that ad... There is one thing for sure, this advert certainly gets you thinking about shoe polish !

Fallacies do not cease to be fallacies because they become fashions.

Even beer kegs on the bag of a truck can make for an interesting photograph, if you try hard enough. There is a quote from Günter Grass' novel The Tin Drum that I like very much, and I think captures the feeling of a kind of nervous energy that I was trying to put words to the other day. "...At this moment I undertsood the fatal lure of the thirty-foot springboard; little grey kittens began to wriggle in my knee joints, hedgehogs mated under the soles of my feet, swallows took wing in my armpits, and at my feet I saw not only Europe but the whole world." I really like that. If you've not read the book, give it a go.

Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.

Here you can see a pre-haircut Henry in his secret bedroom lair/fort last weekend. He sets himself up safely under cover, only to emerge from his bunker to lob missiles from his vast stores of ammunition at any unsuspecting visitor. Toys, drinks, pillows, books, blankets, sleeping bags and everything in between has been lobbed in my direction (generally at the head). Thankfully, we don't let him keep his revolver in his room...

When a politician is in opposition he is an expert on the means to some end; and when he is in office he is an expert on the obstacles to it.

When I first moved to Hobart I lived in this house, my bedroom was in the window on the left right. The Tasmanian Premier at the time lived in the same street, but somewhat depressingly, I lived in the worst-maintained house in the whole of Battery Point. I blamed Uni housing. The rent was just $45 a week. They've painted the fence and planted some shrubs. It is a vast improvement. You used to be able to sit in the loungeroom (at the centre of the house), and see outside through the gaps in the walls. The kitchen featured windows to two of the bedrooms. It smelt. One bloke skipped without paying the rent. Another bloke was insane. Seriously, he moved in straight from the psych ward. His counsellor spoke to me about it. He ate all of my food within two days. He didn't flush the toilet. Number twos too. He left lights on an doors open day and night. I moved out within the week. I don't miss it. Much.