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They'll see how beautiful I am / And be ashamed

I don't walk this way any more. The corner of Davey and Murray Streets, Hobart. July 2013. We're off chasing Great White Sharks today. Fingers crossed that we all make it back in one piece! I, Too , Langston Hughes I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then. Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed-- I, too, am America.

Unreasonable haste is the direct road to error.

The corner of Davey and Murray Street. Hobart CBD. April 2013. This list was inspired by a recent foray into learning more about the Münster Rebellion (and its subsequent suppression). Yes, today's Sunday Top Five records Five Of The More Unsavoury Episodes In Human History! The German Peasants' War (1524-5) : the rich slaughter the poor. A lot. Khmer Rouge rule of Cambodia (1975-9) : a small elite faction slaughter the elite, the rich, the poor, and pretty much everyone in between. The 228 Massacre (1947): in which corrupt, wealthy interlopers kill everybody that they don't like. The Campaign to Suppress Counterrevolutionaries (1950-2): the self-appointed representatives of the poor kill the rich. And the middle classes. And the poor. The Great Purge : Stalin decides to kill everybody that he doesn't like the look off (and quite a few of his friends too).

Books are a finer world within the world. 

Buildings. Murray Street, Hobart. October 2012. The Basque History of the World , Mark Kurlansky. Entertaining history of a fascinating people. Bonus points for the recipes! B . Barbed Wire: A History , Olivier Razac. A political and cultural history of barbed wire. Razac focuses on focuses on the use of barbed wire in three crucial aspects of modern history: by American ranchers during the mid/late 1800s to both parcel up land for private use and end the roaming ways of Native Americans; as an effective killer in the defensive stalemates of World War One; and lastly that of the concentration camps of World War Two. Quite French, but don't hold that against it... B . The Invisible Man , H.G. Wells. An exciting little tale of an insane anti-hero that becomes increasingly pathetic. Staring with a slight comic start, it shifts into a darker, more subtle satire. Excellent stuff. B+ .

I have three kinds of friends: those who love me, those who pay no attention to me, and those who detest me.

Look both ways. The intersection of Davey and Murray Streets, July 2012. More Q and A. More stolen from Sunday Stealing. This week, Our Players' Meme ... 1. You have been awarded the time off from work and an all-expenses paid week anywhere in the United States. The catch is that it must be somewhere you have not been before. Where do you choose to visit? Given that I have not been to the US at all, I have a whole continent to choose from. Seattle and the Pacific Northwest. 2. Name three of your guilty pleasures. I generally don’t feel guilt about pleasure. However, the recent healthy-living kick has seen me attach some to the wrong types of food. I also struggle with spending money on myself. 3. The best kind of Girl Scout Cookie is: Ummm, the normal ones? I like a nice plain biscuit. 4. What do you value most in other people? Honesty, integrity and half a brain. 5. Be honest. Do you sneak some raw cookie dough when you’re baking cookies? Not unless the reci...

Don't leave inferences to be drawn when evidence can be presented.

Sunshine just around the CORNER. CORNER of Murray and Davey Street, Hobart. February 2012. Theme Thursday today and sometimes the best way to photograph the sun is to stand just around the CORNER from it.

I worship your fleece which is the perfect triangle

10 Murray: going the way of the Tasmanian Tiger? Corner of Murray and Davey Streets, September 2011. It's about time that I had a sexy poem... The Ninth Secret Poem , Guillaume Apollinaire I worship your fleece which is the perfect triangle Of the Goddess I am the lumberjack of the only virgin forest O my Eldorado I am the only fish in your voluptuous ocean You my lovely Siren I am the climber on your snowy mountains O my whitest Alp I am the heavenly archer at your beautiful mouth O my darling quiver I am the hauler of your midnight hair O lovely ship on the canal of my kisses And the lilies of your arms are beckoning me O my summer garden The fruits of your breast are ripening their honey for me O my sweet-smelling orchard And I am raising you O Madeleine O my beauty above the earth Like the torch of all light

Some people, however long their experience or strong their intellect, are temperamentally incapable of reaching firm decisions.

The morning sun warms DHHS HQ on the corner of Davey and Murray, May 2010. In a few week's time, DHHS will be in receipt of a far brighter ray of sunshine, if you catch my drift... It's time for this week's Sunday Top Five, The Top Five Most Played Tracks On My PC Since August 2005 (According To My Last FM Profile ) The Spencer Davis Group: Gimme Some Lovin' Plastic Bertrand: Ca Plane Pour Moi Marah: Eventually Rock The Ronnettes: Be My Baby Pavement: Zurich is Stained

The prerequisite of originality is the art of forgetting, at the proper moment, what we know.

The corner of Murray and Davey Street. May 2010. I quite like the colours of an autumn evening, even if I rarely am out and about it in with the camera. I blame vampires. And werewolves. Bloody werewolves.