Ezra makes his way across the bridge. Lake Dobson, Mount Field National Park. May 2013. It's hard being 'Daddy'. Daddy , Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time– Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thoug
Under water, looking out towards the sky. Flowerpot Point, Blackmans Bay. May 2013. The Sea: Day by Day , Philip Plisson: Magnificent images, could have possibly used more exposition. B- . The Boy Who Taught the Beekeeper to Read , Susan Hill: Subdued stories that explore loneliness and loss. Bleak. C+ . Pantone: The Twentieth Century in Color , Leatrice Eiseman: Some lovely colours and images, somewhat marred by shallow complementary text. C .
Table Cape farmland #1. Table Cape, North West Tasmania. April 2013. Theme Thursday ? Yeah, one of those days. Table Cape farmland #2. Table Cape, North West Tasmania. April 2013. A good day for DREAMS.
Waratah anemone. Flowerpot Point, Blackmans Bay. May 2013. Sunday Stealing: The Meme From Memphis (part one) Be honest, who texted you last? My darling wife. Do you sleep with the bedroom door open or closed? Closed. If Ezra asks for it open though, I am prepared to compromise. Do you drink tea? Only when I am feeling unwell. Do you have plans for tomorrow? I always have plans. There are a few things in the calendar. What’s worse: dry skin or chapped lips? Chapped lips are not pleasant, but from afar dry skin looks very unpleasant. Would you be surprised if Facebook started charging? Very much so, as its revenue base is rooted in advertising space. You would be killing the goose that laid the golden egg! Would you rather go to Canada or California on vacation? Hungary. Well, if it is down to those two, bring on Canada, aye. How many social media sites are you registered with? Pretty much all of them. Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants or pajama pant
Tree on a cliff. Clifton Beach. May 2013. As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and RSS feeds.) 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... Why are we not much, much, much better at parenting? Girls on Film: The real problem with the Disney Princess brand. Reconnecting with Food. Essential for our health. Ocean scene: before and after overfishing. Educational waste: what’s missing in Australian classrooms. Coffee addiction: Do people consume too much caffeine? Holy Sh*t: A Brief History of Swearing. Best Night-Sky Pictures of 2013.
Not snorkelling weather. Clifton Beach. May 2013. Sunday Top Five ? That's right, here are Five Words That We Really Need To Start Using In English! Pelinti ( Buli ): You know when you're in a rush to eat a hot pie and you have to open your mouth and tilt your head to avoid burning yourself? Ghanaians have a word for that. Myötähäpeä ( Finnish ): the nicer relative of Schadenfreude . Think, "vicarious embarrassment.” Above us the waves. Clifton Beach. May 2013. Layogenic ( Tagalog ): You know how sometimes you can see something (or someone) from far away and it/ they look pretty good, but when you get a close look it's not quite the case? That's layogenic . Cavoli Riscaldati ( Italian ): a very bad move: trying to revive an unworkable relationship. It literally translates to "reheated cabbage." Litost ( Czech ): I'll defer to Milan Kundera on this one: “a state of torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery.” Th