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Without alienation, there can be no politics.

Heartbreaker.

thy hair is acold with / dreams

Early morning. Murray Street, Hobart. July 2013. I have set myself the task of writing five new poems in the next five days. If I'm impressed enough with my output, I might just publish them online. However, I am always on the lookout for themes and subjects. Keep an eye out for me please. Cruelly,Love , ee cummings cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is first to wither,to pass? shallowness of sunlight falls,and cruelly, across the grass Comes the moon love,walk the autumn love,for the last flower in the hair withers; thy hair is acold with dreams, love thou art frail —walk the longness of autumn smile dustily to the people, for winter who crookedly care.

Imagination and fiction make up more than three quarters of our real life.

Picnic at hanging quite secure rock.

You can't fake creativity, competence, or sexual arousal.

Moshi Monsters. The kitchen bench, Geilston Bay. August 2013. The Housekeeper and the Professor , Yōko Ogawa: A Japanese novel that intersperses memory with pure mathmatics. I really liked it. B+ . World War Z , Max Brooks: The retelling of the Zombie War as written by the son of Mel Brooks. It was better than the movie sounds. C+ . Out Stealing Horses , Per Petterson: A bittersweet Norweigen bit of nostalgia. The central narrator, at the end of his life, removes himself out to the country and dwells on his memories. It's a restrained but powerful book. I loved it. A+ .

Anyone who says he can see through women is missing a lot.

More old boilers!

Feelings can kill such good hard things as love and hate.

Ten. Geilston Bay Road, Geilston Bay. August 2013. Theme Thursday ? WACKY? Get this: Tony Abbott is likely to be the Australian Prime Minister this time next week. There's wacky for you. My sides are splitting.

Compassion will cure more sins than condemnation.

Another day, another old boiler...

Before you try to keep up with the Joneses, be sure they're not trying to keep up with you.

Window to the World. Coal Mines Historic Site, Saltwater River. Tasman Peninsula. August 2013. Wordless Wednesday. broken. Coal Mines Historic Site, Saltwater River. Tasman Peninsula. August 2013.

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.

We're going on a bear hunt...

Making eye contact with adults while dressed as a clown is risky.

School of Health Sciences, UTas, Campbell Street. September 2013. The Wackadoo Meme, part 1 1.] What age is your youngest aunt? Cripes. I'm not sure. Somewhere abouts the mid- to late- 40s I'd guess. 2.] Do you miss someone right now? My babies. 3.] What can you see North West to you? The Tasmanian Riviera! 4.] Do you like bowling? In small doses. 5.] Can you pronounce Italian words? Non molto bene . 6.] Do you prefer black or beige coloured jackets? Darker would be better. 7.] Do you own a hoodie? I own a few. 8.] Do you like roasting marshmallows on a bonfire? I do indeed. 9.] Do you like cheesy puffs? What are they? 10.] What's your name without vowels? Krs McCrckn. 11.] How many layers of clothing are you wearing? Approximately a half. 12.] When was the last time you got a take away? What did you have? A few weeks back the boys and I got some hot chips and potato cakes. 13.] If you could climb any mountain

Silence is one of the hardest arguments to refute.

Ezra reckons that the wetsuit is ideal wear for a game of cards in the living room. Henry is... ... bemused .

It’s hard to explain puns to kleptomaniacs because they always take things literally.

Detritus. Marion Bay, Tasmania's East Coast. July 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... Henry drives the boat. Ezra drives the boat. How the gin and tonic became the British Empire’s secret weapon. Why do people still fly the Confederate flag? Goodbye Ossi: The Demise of Eastern German Identity. The Man Who Invented Modern Probability. Winners of the Red Bull Illume Photo Contest 2013. On Decadence. Defining the Masses: How do we speak objectively about something of which we’re a part? By documenting everything. Scarcity: Why Having Too Little Means So Much.

One who is too insistent on his own views, finds few to agree with him.

Hopefully this is the last old boiler that Ezra climbs on top of. [Ahem.] ... I'll get my coat.

No sooner does man discover intelligence than he tries to involve it in his own stupidity.

Free advertising. St Davids Park, Hobart. July 2013. No Sunday Top Five today. I'm on strike for Fathers Day.