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The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.

Hank shows his Mum how it is done.

They'll see how beautiful I am / And be ashamed

I don't walk this way any more. The corner of Davey and Murray Streets, Hobart. July 2013. We're off chasing Great White Sharks today. Fingers crossed that we all make it back in one piece! I, Too , Langston Hughes I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then. Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed-- I, too, am America.

Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.

The boys are not, I repeat NOT , marching into Poland.

The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.

An attempt at HD. A look out over Norfolk Bay. Historic Coal Mine Site, Saltwater River, Tasman Peninsula. August 2013. The Lady in the Lake , Raymond Chandler: It was okay, if a bit 'paint by numbers'. C . The Unguarded House , Heinrich Böll: a.k.a. Haus ohne Hitter or Tomorrow and Yesterday , this was probably regarded as the first of Böll's 'classics'. Utilising a shifting narrative voice, this is a moving novel that explores the ways in which members of different generations assess their pasts and their collective futures and get on with living. Set in Germany and written just a decade after World War Two, this is a harrowing portrait of learning to deal with the ghosts of the past and the uncertainty of the future. I really loved this one and couldn't recommend it more highly. A+ . Norfolk Bay, Tasman Peninsula. August 2013.

No friend is he who but flatters.

See, you can even tell his smiling from the back of his head!

Prediction is very difficult, especially if it's about the future.

I ran. I ran so far away. Bellerive Beach, Bellerive. August 2013. This Theme Thursday I am thinking that if I were a LIP, which LIP would I be? Labium superius oris is nice, but Labium inferius oris is surely only inferius in nóminis only. The cupid's bow has autant de charme and the tuberculum labii superioris the kind of stout reliability only found in Hungarian washerwomen Golden Retrievers. I am told that women are attracted to men with masculine LIPS. That is, LIPS that are not too big or not too small, can chop firewood and know where and when to take her in hand. So if I were a LIP, I'd be a proud LIP. A LIP worth loving. A LIP worth loving, living and dying for.

Feeling unique is no indication of uniqueness.

Jen and Ez shooting the breeze. On a very old blown up boiler.

If you can go through life without experiencing pain you probably haven't been born yet.

Kicking sand in my face. Marion Bay. July 2013. Wordless Wednesday.

Ambition is the immoderate desire for power.

Oh really?

The thing about remembering is that you don't forget.

Self portrait. East Derwent Highway, Lindisfarne. July 2013. The Weird Question Meme, Part Two What is your ring size? Your guess is as good as mine! How often do you wear jewellery? I wear a wedding ring. None other than that. When was the last time you consumed alcohol? I had a small glass of beer with the pork roast the other night. Any big plans for the summer? Lots of diving. Lots of photos. Lots more National Parks. What is your favourite comfort food? It's hard to go past chips. Do you prefer broccoli or asparagus? Probably broccoli. Asparagus is fine though. What colour are your bedroom walls? White chocolate (according to the tin). With whom do you live? One lady and two gentlemen. Which Star Wars movie is your favourite? The Empire Strikes Back . They're supremely overrated as a series though. How about Harry Potter? Never read or seen one. What was the last movie you saw in theatres? Wreck It Ralph . Not bad.

Abused patience turns to fury.

Use the force Ez.

All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.

Triffids blooming. Arthurs Circus, Battery Point. August 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... In our work-ethic-as-self-worth culture, we ignore the importance of laziness to a life well-lived… Public urinal users face fine for poor aim. It’s a bad time for psychology, a field rife with fraud, bogus maths and murky concepts. Happiness research, for example… Go on, get reading! "In 1998 men in the Health Care and Social Assistance category were being paid only 21 percent more than women. But that gap now stands at 48 percent - the worst figure for any industry in Australia ." Should we judge people of past eras for moral failings? On the Phenomenon of Bullshit Jobs.

A person without a sense of humour is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road.

You don't think that you look like Beyoncé, Henry?

Great acts are made up of small deeds.

Art? Runnymeade Street, Battery Point. August 2013. Sunday Top Five ? There are Five Things That I Want On A Sunday Morning : A lie in. A sleep in. To be left alone. Peace and quiet. No noise.