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We should often blush for our very best actions, if the world did but see all the motives upon which they were done.

Waiting for something to happen. Intercity Cycleway, Cornelian Bay. October 2012. More questions, this time Sunday Stealing's Who Are you? Part 2–The Grown Up Meme ! Would you survive in prison? I'm quite certain that I wouldn't enjoy it very much, but I am aware of the odd trick to keep up appearances and pass the time. Will you keep your last name when you get married? I already did! When you look into the past, what do you miss most? Youth! Do you feel like you’ve lived this day a hundred times before? I think I have! Do you wear your shoes in the house? Only very rarely. I'm a bare feet kind of fellow. Happiness is a ________? Delusion. If anyone came to your house on your "lazy days" what would ya'll do? Bolt the door and hide. What are you naturally good at? Soliloquising. What irritates you most on the internet? The incivility of many. What is worth the pain? Bone marrow transplants (if needed). Transplanting marrow ...

If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world.

Henry in colour? Or... Black and white Henry?

The writer of originality, unless dead, is always shocking, scandalous; novelty disturbs and repels.

I walk the line. Howrah Bike Path, Howrah. August 2012. Toby's Room by Pat Barker. Revisits the characters of Life Class , the big reveal happens within the first ten pages, and everything else falls out from that. The story happens to also track the emergence of facial re-constructive surgery during World War One, and the role of artists in the process. More interesting that it might sound... B . The Pigeon by Patrick Süskind is an odd little number. Essentially the tale of an existential crisis triggered by the unexpected appearence of a pigeon in a hallway. Very French, despite the fact that it was written by a German. Surprisingly effective. B+ .

A great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if she were plain.

A fence near a bridge. The Intercity Cycleway, near Tasman Bridge. January 2012. The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (as well as some dodgy politics.) 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.. A wonderful collection of London’s top brutalist buildings … A discussion of one of the World’s most respected (but oft preposterous) awards, the Nobel Peace Prize … How might one go about raising a baby using science ? Personally, I think that it is more of an art form… I love an eviscerating art review . Even better, it’s about one of my pet loathes: the odious Damien Hirst! The answer to the question that we all have been asking: How the Chicken Conquered the World! On matters most fowl… Portraits of chickens dressed like Napoleon, Einstein and other historical figures… On the importance of questions… Given their sign...

Life was a funny thing that happened to me on the way to the grave.

He does enjoy a scoot, this bloke.

Every man is a potential genius until he does something.

The loneliness of the long distance scooter(er)…

Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave when they think that their children are naive.

Without one of those track dolly thingamajigs, I had to rely on good old fashioned feet running running running to get the shot...