Skip to main content


Showing posts from September 8, 2013

Beyond a certain point, the whole universe becomes a continuous process of initiation.

Beautiful blossoms!


Its bark is worse than its bite. Shag Bay, Geilston Bay. August 2013. Ein schönes Gedicht, obwohl meine Füße wund sind. Frühlingsglaube ( Faith in Spring ), Ludwig Uhland The gentle winds are awakened, They murmur and waft day and night, They create in every corner. Oh fresh scent, oh new sound! Now, poor dear, fear not! Now everything, everything must change. The world becomes more beautiful with each day, One does not know what may yet happen, The blooming doesn't want to end. The farthest, deepest valley blooms: Now, poor dear, forget the pain! Now everything, everything must change.

If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.

Ezra's in morning right now. Just leave him be.

An artist is like a woman who can do nothing but love, and who succumbs to every stray male jackass.

Polite. East Derwent Highway, Lindisfarne. August 2013. The Gardener from Ochakov , Andrey Kurkov: I had been anxiously awaiting the latest from my favourite Ukrainian author, and it didn't disappoint. A time-travel adventure (a theme this week) with a light touch, I'm not sure whether Kurkov is satirising or indulging in a bit of post-Soviet nostalgia. As we often see in Kurkov's books, there is a clash of the mundane - tracksuits, minibuses, homemade vodka - and the surreal - knife-wielding gangsters from 1950s Soviet Union. I really enjoyed it. B+ . The Time Machine , H.G. Wells: The classic of the genre, it's a surprise to see just how much the story is interwoven with Darwinian and Marxist theory. The 19th Century was one hell of a trip! I reckon that it stands up. Well worth your time. B+ . Me Talk Pretty One Day , David Sedaris: A collection of essays by Jerri Blank's brother (that's who David Sedaris will always remain in my heart). Some of the

Idleness is the beginning of all vice, the crown of all virtues.

Hey kid rock and roll, rock on .

If anybody says he can think about quantum physics without getting giddy, that only shows he has not understood the first thing about them.

Ferry time. The Bruny Island Ferry, the D'Entrecasteaux Channel. September 2013. Theme Thursday . SOCKS? If SOCKS were any good, why don't I ever see crocodiles wearing them?

Live out of your imagination, not your history.

Ezra can't jump puddles.

Anyone who has begun to think, places some portion of the world in jeopardy.

The Neck, Bruny Island. September 2013. Wordless Wednesday.

The Texan turned out to be good-natured, generous and likeable. In three days no one could stand him.

Henry. Henry! I see the light, Henry!

I would not know how I am supposed to feel about many stories if not for the fact that the TV news personalities make sad faces for sad stories and happy faces for happy stories.

Exploring the boundaries. Bellerive Beach, Bellerive. August 2013. collapse Have you ever clicked on an ad on the side of your screen by accident? I used an ad blocker, so not for a very long time. When was the last time you were disappointed?: I'm often disappointed! The everyday Australian disappoints me all the time. Do you like the smell of rain? I love the smell of rain. Especially in a rainforest or on a remote beach somewhere. What was the last thing you took a picture of? A shadow. When you go to McDonald's, what drink do you usually get? A bottle of water. What were you doing today at 2:15 in the afternoon? It isn't 2:15 pm yet. What I will be doing is boarding a bus to head over the river and pick up the kids. What's the nickname of your home state? One of the less cruel nicknames is The Apple Isle . What's the worst type of weather in your opinion? Grey, cold and unmemorable. I don't mind heavy rain or storms, or t

There's a lot to be said for having a small manageable dream.

This is not really what I was thinking when I asked for a swimsuit model for Christmas...

There is naught so vile as a fickle tongue.

Ruins #1. Coal Mines Historic Site, Saltwater River. Tasman Peninsula. 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... Science Confirms: Politics Wrecks Your Ability to Do Maths. On why Minecraft is more than just another video game. How apt. HERE COMES A VICTORY OF SHIT. Secret disguises of the Stasi. Genius and talent: The distinction has become blurred. But talent is commonplace; genius is inexplicable, innate, and exceedingly rare… The Masters of Nature Photography book – in pictures. The Women of the Afghanistan War. In perspective: the demands of work and fatherhood. Ruins #2. Coal Mines Historic Site, Saltwater River. Tasman Peninsula. August 2013.

You have no respect for excessive authority or obsolete traditions. You're dangerous and depraved, and you ought to be taken outside and shot!

Machine gun or electric guitar? You decide!

Some of the smartest people in the world never talk cause they got more sense than everybody else.

Cold seagull. Constitution Dock, Hobart waterfront. July 2013. Sunday Top Five Dear oh dear. Bugger me.