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Anyone who tries to make a distinction between education and entertainment doesn't know the first thing about either.

The two daredevils take risks the safe way, here they are travelling on a rickity old roller-coaster in virtual form.

Brother, I’ve seen some/ Astonishing sights

The crown jewels? Melbourne Zoo, Melbourne. April 2011. I’ve always been more of a tiger man than a lion . Tigers are bigger, stronger and all-together more fearsome than the frequently lazy lion. They’re better swimmers, better hide-and-seekers, and don’t palm their parenting responsibilities off onto others. How the lion became the signifier of strength and nobility, I’ll never know! Brother, I’ve seen some , Kabir Kabir Brother, I’ve seen some Astonishing sights: A lion keeping watch Over pasturing cows; A mother delivered After her son was; A guru prostrated Before his disciple; Fish spawning On treetops; A cat carrying away A dog; A gunny-sack Driving a bullock-cart; A buffalo going out to graze, Sitting on a horse; A tree with its branches in the earth, Its roots in the sky; A tree with flowering roots. This verse, says Kabir, Is your key to the universe. If you can figure it out. Keeping an eye on the wi

Valour is of no service, chance rules all, and the bravest often fall by the hands of cowards.

Ez checks out the penguin-related action at the Melbourne Aquarium.

To be able to fill leisure intelligently is the last product of civilisation.

Oh to have a deck by the ocean sea river estuary ! Little Howrah Beach, Howrah. April 2011. A busy week, but a number of books churned through nonetheless. First was I Am Legend , a scary tale from 1954 by Richard Matheson. You might know it better as a film (it was made as The Last Man on Earth in 1964; The Omega Man in 1971; and I Am Legend in 2007). As well as being a cracking read, it seems to be a key text in both the development of the zombie genre and in popularising the concept of a worldwide apocalypse due to disease. The novel is essentially the tale of the sole survivor of a pandemic – whose symptoms resemble vampirism – as he goes his daily life in Los Angeles. It’s strong on the science as Robert Neville attempts to comprehend, research, and possibly cure the disease that killed mankind, and to which he is immune. Neville's past is fleshed out through flashbacks, which explores his inner turmoil in coping with both the loss of everyone around him and his o

To speak ill of others is a dishonest way of praising ourselves. Nothing is often a good thing to say, and always a clever thing to say.

I believe that he is stuck.

No people in history have ever survived who thought they could protect their freedom by making themselves inoffensive to their enemies.

Gorilla in very little mist. Melbourne Zoo, Melbourne. April 2011. On our recent visit to Melbourne Zoo, Henry and Ezra were particularly drawn to the gorillas and the orang-utans. The gorillas in particular seemed a great source of fascination for Henry. He has come over all Diane Fossey on us! In fact, we’re now debating whether or not we might send him off for a year or two to live with the apes. It’s either that or he spends a week with his grandparents…

The trouble with most people is that they think with their hopes or fears or wishes rather than with their minds.

Here is a photographic tale of one young man, a beach, and his love for an icy pole. You will note that somewhere along the way, Ezra has ditched his shorts...

He said that there was one only good, namely, knowledge; and one only evil, namely, ignorance.

Self portrait in the autumn sun. St Johns Park, New Town, May 2011. Two photographs featuring Moi within days of each other?!? My ego must be getting out of control… Either that or it’s a simple cry for help. heeeeeeellllllllllllllllp…

Confidence is contagious. So is lack of confidence.

Here are a couple of snaps of handsome Henry getting his knees dirty down on Seven Mile Beach. I think that we were looking for sandworms. We had no plan of what to do with them if were to find them, however.

An acre of performance is worth a whole world of promise.

Longing for summer. Opossum Bay, February 2011. Thus far in the life of this blog there have been quite a few posts. Two-thousand, six-hundred and eighty-nine posts, to be exact. 2,689. A decent amount of posts you will agree. At the bottom of every post, you’ll find a number of tags. How many tags, you ask? I dunno, count them! 10 Murray 100% natural 1970s 24 carat pissants 500 8 weeks a better class of people a big job a bright shade of red a busy street a confused sense of sexuality a dead bird a fall from grace a filthy filthy habit pursued by foolish people a friend indeed a great big world a hard day's night a lady with an agenda a lert but not a larmed a lick of paint a matter of honour a mug's game a pair of geese a pirates life for me a question of taste a shoe in a tree A Son of War a spot of weather a stupid animal is an annoying animal a sweet tooth a womens place is under her husbands thumb abandoned buildings Abbott ABC about me about us above the clouds

To say nothing, especially when speaking, is half the art of diplomacy.

Never let it be said that Ezra takes his responsibilities as a little brother lightly. Indeed, he made it a matter of honour that Henry survived the mean streets of Melbourne during our recent visit. Indeed, he even warded off a gang of tap-dancing muggers one evening as we adjourned home…

The proper study of mankind is woman.

The crack commando unit that took Bin Laden out... Melbourne Zoo, April 2011. Man, I had all these pre posts written and set to come up automatically, and now they're all gone!

History is the sum total of things that could have been avoided.

Jen and Ez. Opossum Bay, February 2011. Blogger issues stole my post! Panorama of Opossum Bay, looking west. February 2011. Have some pictures by way of restitution.... Henry, Ezra and myself. Taken by Jen. Fort Beach, South Arm Peninsula. February 2011.

What we call progress is the exchange of one nuisance for another nuisance.

Here’s Henry enjoying the view of the seals at play. Lest you feel that I’m denying my beautiful boy his rightful place in the sun with such a dark photograph, here’s one taken of him in the sun , mounted atop a seal like Jim Pike on Phar Lap. Incidentally, if you’re a fan on similarly geographically-specific and incredibly dated analogies, I do a fine line in Napoleonic-era glassblowers set against 1980s Essendon footballers…