The only way to get the best of an argument is to avoid it.

Signs. Tasman Highway, just off the Tasman Bridge. November 2012.

Sunday Stealing and we're still trying to figure out who I am with the series Who Are you? Part 3 & 4 – Is it over yet?

34. What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

Being born seems important.

35. What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Not murdering anybody.

36. What is your greatest regret?

~~Not murdering anybody.~~ Not backing myself earlier.

37. What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

I've not done anything even remotely 'evil'.

38. When was the time you were the most frightened?

When I found out that I was to be somebody's father.

39. What is your best memory?

Anything involving sunshine and bare breasts is good.

40. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

I'm a rather confusing mix of the two, but with pessimistic leanings.

41. What is your greatest fear?

Mutant armour-piercing snakes with short fuses and no time for Continental political philosophy.

42. What are your religious views?

"None of the above".

43. State a random opinion?

Bisexuals are just plain greedy.

44. What are your views on sex?

I'd like more.

45. Are you able to cook?

I'd like to think so. I enjoy cooking.

46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

What's with the fixation on 'evil'. I'm not certain that I believe in the concept. In terms of what I don't like, I really, really don't like rapists.

47. Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

Don't be so silly.

48. What do you believe makes a successful life?

Letting go.

49. How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings?

Probably too honest for my own good.

50. Do you have any biases or prejudices?

Of course I do! I'd like to think that I'm reasonably aware of them though.

51. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

I won't sell out my core principles for personal gain. Why? Probably because I'm a mug and I'd struggle to sleep at night. Has it limited my options career-wise? My oath it has.

52. Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?

To protect my kids. Hopefully I wouldn't have to die though...

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Lost inside an adorable illusion and I cannot hide, I'm the one you're using, please don't push me aside, we could've made it cruising, yeah.

Yes it is Theme Thusday again, and today we are talking GLASS . I've three possible hooks to hang my [glass] hat on with this theme. First, the photo! Yes, it is the river again from an odd angle in an interesting light. You can just make out the bottom, which should tell you that I'm right on the shore. In some ways, the distortion of the stones below the surface reminds me of ye olde glass windows, what they call "cylinder blown sheet glass". You can still find some of this around Hobart these days. Thw second link comes from a trip I took to Venice a few years back. You're probably aware that Venice was (is?) a glass-making centre of excellence. If you have ever been there and taken the tour of the glass factories, you might be familiar with the sheer amount of coloured glass that sits at the bottom of the water there. These fragments of glass have been worn down and had their edges dulled by their time in the water, which makes them ample keepsakes for the ...

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

Happy anniversary baby, got you on my mind

No it is not a webcam, but this photograph was taken a mere forty-five ago on my way in to work. Here you can see a good old fashioned Hobart autumn morning, with the rain pelting down and me getting drenched. This one was taken on the corner of Macquarie and Elizabeth, while I was waiting for the lights to change. Come on Ampelmännchen ! Today is my wedding anniversary, an apparently I need to be showering Jen with leather -related goodies. Va-va-vaVOOM! To you Jennifer, here is a poem I wrote this very morning. Anniversary I love you i love you iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou I LOVE you I love YOU iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou I LOVE YOU iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou Happy anniversary

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