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To the wise, life is a problem; to the fool, a solution.

Jen doesn't have the confidence to drive when it is raining heavily. Thus, she hands over the reins to a true professional. Seriously, he's like Steve McQueen in Bullit ...

their confusion is constant

Self-portrait with Ezra in the late afternoon. Bellerive, March 2010. I can't deny it, both my sons and I have very long legs . The late afternoon autumn sun demonstrates this most effectively. For The Foxes , Charles Bukowski don't feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain who constantly rearrange their lives like furniture. juggling mates and attitudes their confusion is constant and it will touch whoever they deal with. beware of them: one of their key words is "love." and beware those who only take instructions from their God for they have failed completely to live their own lives. don't feel sorry for me because I am alone for even at the most terrible moments humor is my companion. I am a dog walking backwards I am a broken banjo I am a telephone wire strung up in Toledo, Ohio I am a man eating a meal this night in the month of September. put your sympathy aside. they say wat

I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 96% how I react to it.

The plan is: get up a good head of steam, run like the clappers, just before hitting the river, take off . Eventually we'll get to the mountain.

He will have true glory who despises it.

On the way to the bus stop one foggy morning. Geilston Bay, June 2010. Walking to walk in the fog is a pleasure. Well, it's more of a pleasure than walking to work in the poring rain...

If you fell down yesterday, stand up today.

Two for the price of one, and yet again I cannot decide between black and white and colour. YOU decide!

Few men desire liberty; most men wish only for a just master.

Boys love balls. June 2010. It's Theme Thursday and I still have two little boys. Two little boys who happen to love BALLs. Big BALLs , little BALLs . BALLs on sticks, BALLs inside other BALLs. FootBALLs , Baoding BALLs, basketBALLs , s o c c e r B A L L s , vollyBALLs, tennis BALLs , Newton's BALLs, John BALL, bowling BALLs, golfBALLs , stress BALLs, goofBALLs, SpaceBALLs, baseBALLs, b i l l i a r d BALLs, paintBALLs, kickBALLs, ping pong BALLs, softBALLs, beach BALLs , the solid interior of a sphere, NerfBALLs, rubber BALLs, eyeBALLs, clackerBALLs, pinBALLs, school BALLs, belle-of-the-BALLs, FoosBALLs, jongleur BALLs, Балі, ТОПКИ, Ben Wa BALLs, 鋼球, Kenny BALL, BALLES, गेंदों, 불알, BALL and chains; you name it, they love it. Suffice to say, we have a lot of stuff that gets wrecked at our place...

Men are slower to recognize blessings than misfortunes.

We watched Shrek the other evening. Shrek one, as in the first. Henry watched it right way through. 90 minutes. A new record!

Civilization is a movement and not a condition, a voyage and not a harbour.

Geilston Bay power poles. June 2010. A short while ago someone asked in the comments to see more of Geilston Bay, here's a start! Here's the view looking south towards the next suburb of Lindisfarne. Geilston Bay itself is a small suburb of Hobart. Technically, it is located in the City of Clarence located on the Eastern Shore of the Derwent River Estuary. It is a suburb abundant with nature, with many houses built right next to the bushland (hence the impressive amount of dead native animals to be found squished on the highway). In terms of 'attractions', well, there is the bay itself, with a Boat Club located a couple of hundred metres from our house. There's the Shag Bay Aboriginal Site , but we're really just talking about piles of discarded mussel shells. I'll be honest and confess an anthropological bias: once you've seen Notre Dame Cathedra l, a midden that dates a few hundred years more recent seems a bit humdrum. There is also a loc

No person is ever good for much, that hasn't been swept off their feet by enthusiasm between ages twenty and thirty.

He has a rock, and he's not afraid to use it. Who do you think is in line for a chunk of Metamorphic between the eyes?

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A best-seller was a book which somehow sold well because it was selling well.

There's money to be made here... June, 2010. The prospect of destroying all the evidence is an intriguing one, one that most of us wouldn't mind applying to facets of our own lives. Now, I'm not talking about some Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind expurgation of the self; I'm more about the elimination of proof . What I am proposing is putting yourself in the clear . Suppose that you could discretely arrange for CONFIDENTIAL SECURITY SHREDDING to rock up and remove the evidence , would you do it? Perhaps the question should be what would you do it for?

A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.

I'm going for some artsy fartsy framing here. This one is from Opossum Bay back in February. Obviously Henry is up close and personal. That's Mount Wellington in the extreme background, Taroona on the western shore and Jen and Ez wading in to wrestle some Great Whites. I do believe that cranky Hanky is a good inch taller now than he is in this photograph.

Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.

Looking south-east from atop Mount Wellington. June, 2010. I am not sure that I would like to live on top of a mountain. Sure, the views are fine and you can be assured of some peace and quiet. Yet supermarkets are thin on the ground and it gets pretty cold up on tops of mountains. Do you live on top of a mountain? Tasman Bridge on the left, Battery Point and Sandy Bay central, heading down to Taroona on the centre-left. That's Opossum Bay on the hook inlet of South Arm. June, 2010.

You must write for children in the same way as you do for adults, only better.

It turns out, when push comes to shove and the car lays broken down on the top of a mountain, Ezra is of as little use as his father in matters automotive.

The production of too many useful things results in too many useless people.

Burst water mains can be annoying. May 2010. Thankfully, we only went without water for a few hours. Henry did have to have a Pommy wash though, which upset him no end. Time for today's Sunday Top Five, where I am listing my Current Top Five Favourite Podcasts ! That's right, since children I now no longer watch TV, I listen to podcasts. In particular, I listen to these podcasts. Tell 'em Steve-Dave Highlight? #18, where Walt explains his theory about midgets seducing paedophiles for the public good. Dan Carlin's Hardcore History Highlight? #27-#30, a four part special - Ghosts of the Ost Front - exploring the German invasion of the Soviet Union, and Soviet response. It's Up For Grabs Now! Highlight? 21/12/2009, where Alan abuses the Hull bench to the delight of the crowd. NPR All Songs Considered Highlight? 10/2/2010 Breakup Songs . For the record, I don't mind Split Enz's I Hope I Never ... BBC From Our Own Correspondent Hig