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Real socialism is inside man. It wasn't born with Marx. It was in the communes of Italy in the Middle Ages. You can't say it is finished.

Plates of meat. Blackmans Bay, February 2013. Theme Thursday ? Is it too LATE to say sorry?

No man was ever wise by chance.

To whom it may concern, Stupidity is most definitely not the answer. Regards, Kris

Those who make their dress a principal part of themselves, will, in general, become of no more value than their dress.

Ezra has finally realised just how a lot of those rocks have found their way in Fossil Cove...

You will die — and it will all be over. You will die and find out everything — or cease asking.

I am so very, very busy today, so my apologies for the delay. This photo was taken at Fossil Bluff in Wynyard, one of the most important geological monuments of Tasmania. East and west of the beach and at intervals for many kilometres to the east is a low flat gray rock known as the Wynyard Tillite, which is about 280 million years old and having been formed in the age of glaciations while Australia was part of the super continent called Gondwana. The glaciers flowed from the south towards the north and when they were melting and reached areas of depression they slowed down, and dropped the rocks they were carrying. Over time, mud covered the rocks, which became a mudstone conglomerate. You can find granites, cherts, quartz, jaspers and agates in the tillite, and on the beach as small pebbles. Just behind where I took this photo is a sandstone Bluff, with layers of fossils encased in the stone. You can see the sandstone here . This Bluff was beneath the sea in the Oligocene geological ...

The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is comprehensible.

No it isn't CSI Henry . He's not looking for DNA traces on a bloodied hammer or anything of the sort. No, we are talking fossils. Deltopecten limaeformis, Trigonotreta stokesi, Paraconularia derwentensis, the gang is all here. Henry (and Ezra) have spent a lot of winter in the museum, you see. Warm, dry and full of stuffed things, it's not a bad spot to let them roam. If only we could convince Ezra to stop tackling the stuffed wombat...