This will hurt me...

Two stray waifs fleeing apocalypse.

What are they doing in there? St David's Park. November 2011. Oh I do love peeking over a fence. Two Songs , Adrienne Rich 1. Sex, as they harshly call it, I fell into this morning at ten o'clock, a drizzling hour of traffic and wet newspapers. I thought of him who yesterday clearly didn't turn me to a hot field ready for plowing, and longing for that young man pierced me to the roots bathing every vein, etc. All day he appears to me touchingly desirable, a prize one could wreck one's peace for. I'd call it love if love didn't take so many years but lust too is a jewel a sweet flower and what pure happiness to know all our high-toned questions breed in a lively animal. 2. That "old last act"! And yet sometimes all seems post coitum triste and I a mere bystander. Somebody else is going off, getting shot to the moon. Or a moon-race! Split seconds after my opposite number lands I make it-- we lie fainting together at a crater-edge heavy as mercury in our

It's a hard slog getting up that dune, but once you're there: the ocean!

Mindless violence. King Street, Sandy Bay. November 2011. Just the two books this week, but what books they were! The Ox-Bow Incident by Walter Van Tilburg Clark ventures into a genre that I am more familiar with in film than print: the Western. A brief plot synopsis might lead you to think that this novel is little more than a cliché: two drifters are drawn into a lynch mob to find and the rustlers presumed to be the killers of a local man. It is in fact much more than that. Written in 1940, the novel is a somber, unsympathetic examination of the ease with which men slip into violence and resist the urge to ‘justice’. It explores starkly ‘masculinity’ and the tendency of the fear of exposure in terms of physical cowardice to trump moral courage when it comes to groups of men. It is a fantastic collection of set pieces that affords Van Tilburg Clark the opportunity to explore these themes and remain able to keep the pace cracking along and tense narrative to the (inevitable) ugly conc

At this depth, one is only at risk of being licked to death by a ferocious pack of very small great white sharks .

A view from the toilet. Mayfair Plaza, Sandy Bay. November 2011. Theme Thursday already, and today's post comes from INSIDE the toilet here in the complex where I toil away. There are a few options if you are in need of a lavatory during business hours, but I prefer this dunny . For one, it is close by. A quick nip through the car park, and you're in the privvy! Secondly, how many times can you say that you've enjoyed the magnificent (and not at all repetitive) artistic styling of Stark (Sandy Bay's answer to Banksy) while sitting on the can ? Certainly, other johns might not be so decorated with the detritus of urban decay, but I find those loos , khazis and latrines far too cramped for my style. Honestly, who wants to go about one’s business like one of those calves penned up in a veal factory farming enterprise? Not this little black duck! If I have to use a bathroom INSIDE, I need space. I need to be able to stretch my legs out lift my arms up and roar like

They aren't shy when it comes to lil' folk. Especially when there are adventures to be had...

The wave comes in on the southern side of Clifton Beach. Clifton Beach. November 2011. Me: Guess what? You: What? Me: Today I am embracing a new meme. You: Embracing a new meme you say...? Me: Yes, a new meme! You: What kind of meme is it? Me: Well, it is a new meme that will let me showcase a photograph in new and innovative ways. You: Does it involve furries dressed up like My Little Ponies? Me: No, it's Watery Wednesday , an exciting new opportunity for me to feature a photograph that focuses on water or a water-themed subject each wee! You: ... Me: Hey, where are you going? What's wrong? You: ... ... ... ...

The loneliness of the long distance scooter(er)…

Holding up the world. Pylon in Napoleon Street, Battery Point. November 2011. Tiwesdæg! That means another Q and A stolen from Sunday Stealing. This week, The Bud is Back Meme ! 1. Why did you sign up for writing your blog? To track the progress of young Henry and allow his relatives elsewhere to see how he was getting on. 2. Why did you choose your blog's name? What does it mean? "This will hurt me more than it will hurt you..." he says as he stands over you with the strap in hand. 3. Do you ever had another blog? No I don't. 4. What do you do online when you're not on your blog? Read. 5. How about when you're not on the computer? Read. Take photos. Cook. Sleep. Tell off children. Go to the beach. Mow the lawn. The usual things. 6. What do you wish people who read your blog knew about you? Anything that I tell 'em. I am an open book! 7. What is your favorite community in the blogosphere? The My Little Pony transgender furry kitten meme people. 8. What is

Henry: coming soon to a Twilight film near you!

Three Confessions, one Exposition, a couple of Benedictions and no, I don't want any Baptisms with that. St Josephs Catholic Church, Macquarie Street, Hobart. November 2011. The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and My Little Pony porn). The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... Ever wonder why one in four women is on psych meds ? Ear stretching: Why is lobe 'gauging' growing in popularity ? Want to fight the man? How about you join in to the latest in trending memes: Casually Pepper Spray Everything Cop ... The pill’s 50th anniversary: do we have freer sex and better managed fertility? Jürgen Habermas has had enough. He's going to save the EU or die trying! The BBC want to know just why are so many Poms leaving Australia ? Right here, near the end of 2011, it seems a good time to ask ourselves: where are women at

How are those fingers looking Ez?

No way out? Mayfair Plaza car park, Sandy Bay. November 2011. Sunday Top Five day already? Okay, okay. Ummm. A quick flick over to analytics and I've come up with The Top Five Countries That Stop By And Pay A Visit To This Here Blog That I Have Chosen To Title This Will Hurt Me... ! A surprise to me is the prevalence of the denizens of the Dominion of Canada . When not hunting moose or harassing polar bears, it seems that the Canuks are clicking on Hank and Ez! Less surprising with a strong fourth place are the gut volk of die Bundesrepublik Deutschland ! Alles klar everybody! Just pipping the canny Krauts are the proud citizens of The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland . It what must be said is a pretty poor showing from the poms. Lift your game chaps! In something of a shock, those of us here in the Commonwealth of Australia have been beaten out to second place. What is more, it wasn't even close. At less than half the hits of the runaway winner, t