He who has no wish to be happier is the happiest of men.

Dead penguin. Marion Bay, Tasmania's East Coast. April 2013.

Sunday Stealing: The 5000 Question Meme Continues... Part Six

121. Have you ever lost someone without having the chance to say goodbye?
Yes. To be honest, sometimes having the chance to say goodbye is harder.

122. How do you feel about women in politics?
It depends on the woman, doesn't it. There are good ones and bad ones, much like people with a penis.

123. Would you rather have an indoor Jacuzzi or an outdoor pool?
An outdoor pool. Hopefully with a sauna by the side.

124. What things are you interested in that you study or read about regularly?
Lots of things! History, people, society, geography, nature. Just a few little things.

125. Would you consider yourself to be intelligent?
Well... modesty forbids... [ahem]...

OF COURSE I DO!

126. Would you consider yourself to be wise?
Less wise than intelligent, perhaps.

127. Have you ever given or received a lap dance?
In a commercial sense? The concept repulses me, to be honest. Between friends? Whatever gets you through the night.

128. Have you ever spoken to a homeless person?
Lots of them. Come on, I worked in a needle exchange for years, currently work in mental health and have done far to many research projects with the socially excluded to count. Yes, I've spoken to one or two homeless people.

129. Would you ever creep into the subway tunnels to go exploring?
If my safety was assured.

130. If you could add 70 years to your life but only by making some random person die 70 years sooner would you?
Who wants 70 extra years? Your body would be broken down of no use to anyone!

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Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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