A remark generally hurts in proportion to its truth.

Plums? St Johns Park, New Town. February 2011.

I don’t have anything, so here is a questionnaire.

1. Is there anything you wanted growing up from Santa that you never got?
Probably a swimming pool, but it was always a tough ask.

2. Where is the best place you've ever vacationed?
I enjoyed Germany and the Czech Republic very much.

3. Where is your favourite place to go when you need some time to yourself?
Myself? Huh…?

Probably a beach somewhere.

4. What is the current book you are reading, and your favourite book?

As I type this, Victor Pelevin’s The Blue Lantern. I don’t have a single favourite book, but Catch-22, Lolita, If This is a Man, The Tin Drum, Darkness at Noon, For Whom The Bell Tolls, Things Fall Apart and about thirty others make the short list.

5. What is your favourite element?

Nitrogen is always good fun.

6. Do you believe in aliens from other planets and what do you think they look like?

Well, logic would suggest that if it could happen on one planet, circumstances could well arise elsewhere. I’m not a believer in them visiting here all the time though.

7. What did you hope to be, what was your dream job when you were younger?

Opening the bat for Australia in the summer, full back for Essendon in the winter, fronting a successful (both critically and commercially) musical combo and general fancy man of assorted supermodels.

Time’s running out.

8. Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

Tired, vaguely frustrated and surround by humungous shoes.

9. What is your favourite Disney movie?

Finding Nemo, although all of the Toy Story films are great.

10. What is the best dessert you've ever eaten?

I can’t go past a well done crème brûlée.

Comments

smudgeon said…

Would you settle for a solo pop career and being criticised for being too commercial?

23 February 2011 at 10:36

Kris McCracken said…

Yeah, at this point I can't afford to be too picky...

25 February 2011 at 09:32

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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