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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.

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

By any other name. St George's Terrace, Battery Point. December 2012. Have a love poem. I hope that you have a love to go with it. i carry your heart , EE Cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

O murderers! . . . Still, this is how it's done:

The the reproductive structure of an Angiospermae. Napoleon Street, Battery Point. October 2012. Eighth Air Force , Randall Jarrell If, in an odd angle of the hutment, A puppy laps the water from a can Of flowers, and the drunk sergeant shaving Whistles O Paradiso!--shall I say that man Is not as men have said: a wolf to man? The other murderers troop in yawning; Three of them play Pitch, one sleeps, and one Lies counting missions, lies there sweating Till even his heart beats: One; One; One. O murderers! . . . Still, this is how it's done: This is a war . . . But since these play, before they die, Like puppies with their puppy; since, a man, I did as these have done, but did not die-- I will content the people as I can And give up these to them: Behold the man! I have suffered, in a dream, because of him, Many things; for this last saviour, man, I have lied as I lie now. But what is lying? Men wash their hands, in blood, as best they can: I find no fault...

One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important.

Ball in focus. Casino as seen from Marieville Esplanade, Sandy Bay. Theme Thursday again and I'm being asked 'WHAT'S COOKING?'! "WHAT'S COOKING?", I ask myself. WHAT'S COOKING? indeed! Mischievousness, that's what! Casino in focus. Casino as seen from Marieville Esplanade, Sandy Bay.

Men for the sake of getting a living forget to live.

Tulip. Royal Botanical Gardens, Hobart. September 2012. This Sunday Top Five I'm hungry visiting Hungary. Yes, it is my Top Five Hungarian Town Names (With Bonus Meanings In English)! Hódmezővásárhely : "beaver field market place." Székesfehérvár : "white castle with the seat". Nagybajom : "my big problem". Sátoraljaújhely : "new place under the tent". Békásmegyer: "frogs go 'r':.

I would sooner be broken on its wheel and buried in its barrow.

Nature and industry co-exist. The view north-west from Natone Hill, Lindisfarne. June 2012. When the World discovered The Beatles, for a time it seemed that all things Liverpudlian was considered cool. This extended (amazingly, really) to poets. Even though Adrian Mitchell wasn't actually from Liverpool, he was someone tagged with the 'Mersey Poet' label because he shared many of their key themes and concerns. I'm something of a fan of Mitchell, and can't help agree with his summation on the state of modern poetry in the eyes of the public, " Most people ignore most poetry because most poetry ignores most people ." I like this one about protecting one's wheelbarrow. However, I am torn between 5 and 9 as the best retort. I've been waiting nigh on thirty years to use one of these... Ten Ways to Avoid Lending Your Wheelbarrow to Anybody , Adrian Mitchell 1 PATRIOTIC May I borrow your wheelbarrow? I didn't lay down my life in World Wa...

I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.

Patterns. Little Howrah Beach. February 2012. This week, another stolen Q and A from Sunday Stealing, The Get Out of Jail Free Meme, Part One ! As ever, the invite to contribute questions for me to answer remains open to all! 1. When you're home alone, do you still close the door when you use the restroom? ‘Restroom’? That’s even worse that ‘bathroom’! No, I don’t close the door when I am home alone and use the toilet. 2. If you have to go grocery shopping, would you rather go alone or with someone? I prefer to do it online these days! If forced, I’d rather go alone. 3. It's your best friend’s birthday, would you buy them a gift even though they didn't buy you one for yours Probably not. I wouldn’t expect it in the first place though. 4. You win the lottery. Lump sum or small payments over a period of time? Why? How small are these payments? Is there a significant tax loss if I go lump sum? I’ll need more detail before I can decide on this one, althoug...

If I have a thousand ideas and only one turns out to be good, I am satisfied.

Scratches. Emu Heights, Burnie. February 2012. Tuesday Q and A today and this week we visit The Eve Was Framed Meme . A good mix of questions here, including a few that we haven't seen before! 1. Why is your favourite colour your favourite? Blue is my favourite colour because I like the colour blue. Why? I dunno. It looks decent on me. The ocean is often blue and I love the ocean. 2. Do you prefer dogs or cats or do you just hate animals, and want to kill baby seals? I prefer cats but – to be frank – I’m happiest when animals are running around outside as part of nature. 3. How much time do you spend on the computer? A lot. Probably too much. 4. Not including porn, what do you do on the computer? Work. Read. Play games. Watch things. Communicate. The usual. 5. Are you a clock-watcher? A watched clock never boils! 6. What do you/did you look for in a partner? Extreme attractiveness. 7. What type of clothing do you prefer? Casual clothes. I like shorts. 8. What is your favourite type...

Modern conservatives are engaged in one of man's oldest exercises in moral philosophy; the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness.

Metal plus seaside equals corrosion. Little Howrah Beach, October 2011. I've warned Ezra about jumping up and down too vigorously on corroded man personholes, utilising the tried an true 'fear' approach (i.e. there are crocodiles locked up in there). As long time readers will intimately know, I have been a passionate and enthusiastic supporter of manhole protection for many years now.