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There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

Crabs = 3 Ezra = 1

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Seek and ye shall find. Argyle Street, North Hobart. November 2011. Right. Settle back, make yourself a cup of tea and read this poem. The last line makes it worthwhile. If I Told Him: A Completed Portrait of Picasso , Gertrude Stein If I told him would he like it. Would he like it if I told him. Would he like it would Napoleon would Napoleon would would he like it. If Napoleon if I told him if I told him if Napoleon. Would he like it if I told him if I told him if Napoleon. Would he like it if Napoleon if Napoleon if I told him. If I told him if Napoleon if Napoleon if I told him. If I told him would he like it would he like it if I told him. Now. Not now. And now. Now. Exactly as as kings. Feeling full for it. Exactitude as kings. So to beseech you as full as for it. Exactly or as kings. Shutters shut and open so do queens. Shutters shut and shutters and so shutters shut and shutters and so and so shutters and so shutters shut and so shutters shut

There are good and bad times, but our mood changes more often than our fortune.

Here are Henry and Jen up on the bridge of a bloody great oil tanker. Perhaps some helpful commenter could tell us the precise name of the ship in question.

The atmosphere of orthodoxy is always damaging to prose, above all it is ruinous to the novel, the most anarchical of all forms of literature.

I think that we should just ban golf altogether. Geilston Bay High School, Geilston Bay. November 2011. Another couple of books finished this week, as I slowly make my way to the magic to the magical 100 for the year (I am currently sitting at 98*). First up is Bodily Secrets by William Treevor. A slender collection of short stories by a fine writer, the collection revolves around the theme of relationships (and yes, ‘love’). At once tender and taut, it is a great little book that covers the whole gamut of emotions. Recommended. Second up is Nobel Prizewinner Imre Kertész's Liquidation a very Central European dose of introspection that mixes quite radical departures in style (there is a a text-within-a-text-within-a-text) and some pretty heavy intellectual chicanery in the way that it constructs its existential dilemma in the face of the existence of Auschwitz. There is a fair whack of self-reflexivity here, as once again Kertész mulls the weighty shadow of the camp that h

Christmas to a child is the first terrible proof that to travel hopefully is better than to arrive.

There is a little bit of 'gansta' about him here. He had a fall the other day, but no worries, they glued his head back together. Yes glue. Purple glue.

If you do not wish a man to do a thing, you had better get him to talk about it; for the more men talk, the more likely they are to do nothing else.

Events underwater. Just off Errol Flynn Reserve, Sandy Bay. December 2011. Today for Theme Thursday I want to talk about taste. It is generally agreed that there are five basic tastes. Today’s theme is one that does not agree much with me: SWEET. I may be SWEET, but I have no great desire for it. People go on about SWEET want it, are addicted to it and in some cases are enslaved by it; but it has never particularly rocked my world. You see (and you would never guess this by the blog) I like Bitter , Sour and Salty. I have some time for Umami , but it is a clear runner at number four in my list. Colourful events underwater. Just off Errol Flynn Reserve, Sandy Bay. December 2011.

From a commercial point of view, if Christmas did not exist it would be necessary to invent it.

All right. Out the pontoon. Fifty push-ups. Out to the marker and back to the pontoon. Twenty-five push ups. Over to the eastern shore. A two kilometre beach run. Back to the pontoon. Fifty push ups. Back to shore. ... Now that we have done the warm up...

All money is a matter of belief.

Grumplestiltskin. Little Howrah Beach, Howrah. November 2011. This bird is grumpy now that she has found herself featuring on a Watery Wednesday post rather than her preferred option of Avian August , Silver Gull Saturday or indeed Larus Novaehollandiae dies Lūnae Foul look or not though, she tasted lovely .

There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.

Ready for the hot coals!

Everyone responds to incentives, including people you want to help. That is why social safety nets don’t always end up working as intended.

Guard seagull. Bellerive Wharf, Bellerive. November 2011. Another Q and A stolen from Sunday Stealing . Today continue to rip off BlueLifeMemories and continue with The Blue Memory Meme, Part Two 26) Are you happy with the person you've become? When I find that one out, I'll let you know. 27) What's a sound you hate; sound you love? i) Bickering, whining and screeching children. ii) The rain on the ground outside. Bonus: if I can hear it, that means it's nice and quiet. 28) What's your biggest "what if"? What if I am wrong? 29) Do you believe in ghosts? Not in the slightest. 30) How about aliens? I certainly believe in the likelihood that something else exists somewhere out there. The odds would support it. Have the visited Earth? Extremely unlikely. 31) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? Accepting the invite for a certain lady to go for a beer at the Uni Bar, despite my aversion to both beer and the Uni

Always desire to learn something useful.

Off-road scooting is the new buzz concept in our household. Our eventual goal will be to scale Mount Everest, and then make our decent as rapidly as possible (on scooters), with as little caution to safety and common sense as we are physically able. We shall film this endeavour and try and shift it onto some dodgy reality TV producers. Then I retire.

I was not sympathetic to the assumption that criminals had radically different motivations from everyone else.

Rusty hinge on an old door. Quayle Street, Sandy Bay. December 2011. The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and photos of awkward families looking awkward). 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... Reuters have compiled their best photos of the year 2011 ... A fan of classical painting? You'll love Ugly Renaissance Babies then... One for cricket buffs: Which was the most dominant Test side ever? The decline and fall of the Kodak empire ... There is also this fantastic exploration of feminism in 2011 that explores the divides within the female sex . It's a long one, so set aside some time... More heavy reading: a postmortem of the British riots ... On those riots, the Guardian has been running an extended series that has been quite interesting, this one in particular drew my eye: about the women who rioted , an

A fearful man is always hearing things.

So now he has a chainsaw, and is just cutting down trees left, right and centre. We don't have a fire though.

When goods do not cross borders, soldiers will.

It might explain the popularity of the gang then. Geilston Bay Skate Park, Geilston Bay. December 2011. In today's Sunday Top Five I'm tackling a serious social issue: homophobia. As the two photos today attest, insults relating to once sexual preference retain their currency to a strong degree, particularly among the warring Risdon Vale Boys versus Geilston Bay Boys [GBB 4 EVA!] and Sk8ers versus Scooters [Scooter Represent!] Today I propose moving on from the typical dreary, pathetic and frightened wimperings of a group of young men that clearly need a) a good hug and b) a swift kick to a new form of insult. Yes, if we're going to slur entire communities, let's make sure that they're deserving. So today I offer you My Top Five Groups Of People Who We Should Encourage Young People To Speak About In More Demeaning Ways Instead Of Always Picking On The Homosexuals Who Already Have It Hard Enough! Bankers : RVB OFFER UNCOMPETITIVE INTEREST RATES AND FEES O