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Tolerance is the result not of enlightenment, but of boredom.

Hen cranks the wheel...

Gauguin sniffed / a sponge cake’s desiccated / coconut and sighed

All downhill from here. Hobart Rivulet, Sandy Bay. January 2012. At what point do the constant stream of birthday parties stop for the little 'uns? LAST SUPPER , Graham Burchell Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in the shadows Vermeer picked pearls from a jar labelled ‘silverskin onions’ Turner stirred through the steam mist risen above Venetian chicken soup Monet decorated a blue plate with sliced cucumber and radishes Gauguin sniffed a sponge cake’s desiccated coconut and sighed Van Gogh spat a gristle morsel at a swirl of Provençal sauce Cézanne reached for the fruit bowl but dithered between apple and pear Dali tweaked moustache and swallowed a sheep’s eye with relish Bacon tore at turkey leg his neck twisted in hidden fury Pollock drizzled ranch dressing about tossed Waldorf salad while Freud spooned one more pickled walnut to an off-white napkin next to the la

Fashion is what you adopt when you don't know who you are.

Ezra stands astride the bridge of the oil tanker Hugli Spirit . Registered in the Bahamas, she was built 2005 in the Hyundai shipyard of Mipo Bay in Ulsan, South Korea. She has a rugged charm, at 183 metres long and 33 metres wide with over 46,889 deadweight tonnes. Unfortunately, some rather silly occupational health and safety rules prevented young Ezra from taking her out for a bit of a spin. Yes, it's political correctness gone mad!

It's no good running a pig farm badly for 30 years while saying, 'Really, I was meant to be a ballet dancer.' By then, pigs will be your style.

The view of Goat bluff from down low on Calverts Beach. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. January 2012. A fine start to the year with three books already done and dusted. First up The Eye , which is Vladimir Nabokov’s shortest novel. Set amongst the Russian émigré comunity in 1920s Berlin, it focuses on the enigmatic Russian Smurov. The action commences after the attempted (perhaps successful) suicide of the narrator. After this (potentially imaginary) death, his "eye" observes a group of Russian émigrés as he tries to ascertain their opinions of the mysterious character Smurov. Largely about ‘identity’ – our own perceptions of self and the social construction of our identity both for and by others – Smurov exists as a hero, fraud, nobleman, crook, "sexual adventurer" and spy in the eyes of himself and others. The central narrator gathers these observations in the attempt to construct a coherent portrait of Smurov. While the ‘twist’ alluded to in the aut

Euphemisms are unpleasant truths wearing diplomatic cologne.

Not quite what I meant by 'chin up', but whatever gets you through the night.

The very purpose of existence is to reconcile the glowing opinion we hold of ourselves with the appalling things that other people think about us.

To the memory of Fanny... Rescued headstones, St Davids Park, Hobart. January 2012. Theme Thursday and we are talking about CHANGE. I could talk about the CHANGE from 2011 into 2012, but aside from the number ‘2’, what has CHANGEd? No, CHANGE is more subtle than that. CHANGE is inexorable, inevitable and inescapable. Like that boulder in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (only in real life you’d be scraping Indy up with a trowel and sending him home in a jar). Take the case of the loving memory of Fanny [see picture above]. You can be guaranteed that when they planted poor Fanny in the ground, there was a suitably somber atmosphere with nary a snigger, snicker or titter at the back. Fast-forward 136 years and you write TO THE MEMORY OF FANNY on a wall and you would raise more than a few eyebrows. All because the meanings of words CHANGE. Words themselves CHANGE. Fanny used to mean one thing, and now it means something quite different. When it comes to CHANGE it seems that

Health consists of having the same diseases as one's neighbours.

One thing that you can say about the bloke: he puts on a hell of a show!

To know all is not to forgive all. It is to despise everybody.

Water water everywhere! Kayakers on the Derwent, as seen from Alexandra Battery, Sandy Bay. January 2012. Another day, another year and another Watery Wednesday . Living by a river estuary – as we do here in Hobart – one is never short of a photograph or two of water. Above you can see two keen kayakers taking to it like ducks to… erm… water . Maybe this will be the year that I get my own kayak. Maybe. Just maybe.

Decency must be an even more exhausting state to maintain than its opposite. Those who succeed seem to need a stupefying amount of sleep.

Here's one from a few months back of a gaggle of cool lookin' dudes hanging about talking about beat poetry and whatnot down at the Botanical Gardens.

A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong gives it a superficial appearance of being right.

Is that a Russian on that yacht? The Derwent, as seen from Alexandra Battery, Sandy Bay. January 2012. Tuesday Q and A and I am already back at work after losing my week's break to the flue. BAH! This week it is The Battle of the Memes 1. When you buy a greetings card are the words or the picture more important to you? I don't buy 'em! 2. Do you ever make gifts for people, if so what, or do you buy them? I have been known to both make and buy gifts for people. 3. Are you going on holiday this year? If so, where? We are headed to the Tasmanian Rivera , the sunny north-west coast! 4. What was the best party you've ever been to? I have never been much of a party-person. Anything relaxed and laid back is more my scene. 5. If you are married, describe your wedding. If not, what would your ideal wedding be like? Our wedding was nigh on THREE THOUSAND kilometres from home, with nobody else about to bother us. I'd say that's pretty ideal... 6. What&#

Cheerfulness is the best promoter of health and is as friendly to the mind as to the body.

Note to eagle-eyed visitors: that is Goat Bluff (scene of today's earlier photo) in the background here.

Seek not the favour of the multitude; it is seldom got by honest and lawful means. But seek the testimony of few; and number not voices, but weigh the

Patterns in the sandstone. Goat Bluff, South Arm Peninsula. January 2012. The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and videos of fat people falling over.) 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 ... The disappointment that has been Barack Obama may well be genetic ... The Economist explores how blogs have become the vanguard of the argumentative economist ... As a former addict, I need no convincing as to the tale of how Tetris became the world's favourite computer game ... Still no cure for cancer. However, scientists tickle animals to find the secret of laughter .... How about the link between money and happiness ? Remember the good old days? You mean the time when we used to display people in zoos as little better than animals? What's going on in Russia right now? Good question....

Admiration is a very short-lived passion, that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object.

Guess which of my babies this one is?

Act that your principle of action might safely be made a law for the whole world.

Come on in, the water is freezing ! The view from around Goat Bluff, Calverts Beach. December 2012. 2012? That must mean that today's feature is My Tippy Top Five Resolutions For 2012! I shall: take More intense exercise! I need to lift up that aerobic capacity. I shall: place a greater emphasis on patience! I shall: practice more Science in the household! I shall: close my eyes and count to ten (before deciding). I shall: start planning a trip.