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The ultimate test of a moral society is the kind of world that it leaves to its children.


The gang's all here! Shag Bay, Geilston Bay. December 2012.

Another Tuesday, another Q and A stolen from the resurrected Sunday Stealing! This week, the The Deleted Meme

Who is your favourite artist (Any field)?

That’s far too big a questions to do any justice to! No, I just can’t do it. Let me limit to painters, and the list includes Caillebotte, J.M.W. Turner, Korovin, Marc, Aivazovsky, Boudin, Monet, Rousseau, Klee, Pollock, Schwitters and Larionov. Off the top of my head.

Describe yourself:

A riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma.

How do you feel today?

Pretty good.

Describe the area where you currently live.

Smokey. Very very smokey. 

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?

Somewhere nice and quiet where everything wasn’t on fire.

Your favourite form of transportation:

I do like a nice boat ride. Or a train. Failing that, my feet serve me well!

Your best friend is:

Already married.

You and your best friends are:

I said, married!

What's the weather like:

Nice and hazy.

Favourite time of day:

I like dawn.

If your life were a TV show, what would it be called?

The Kris McCracken Monotonous Hour.

What is life to you?

Living!

Your relationship:

Still going.

Your fear:

That one day I might care what others think about me. That must be terrifying. 

What is the best advice you have to give?

Just do it! If you want to lose weight, eat less and exercise more. If you want to be healthier, stop eating crap, drinking so much and smoking. If you want to be in better shape, get off your arse. If you want to write a book, then bloody well write it! You are the agent of change, ain’t nobody else going to do it for you.

Thought for the Day:

I think that I just gave it.

How would you categorize your soul's present condition?

Moderate to fine.

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