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A child's education should begin at least one hundred years before he is born.

Walking home from cricket training. Nelumi Road, Lindisfarne. December 2012. Red Harvest , Dashiell Hammett: as hard boiled as a diamond. As strong evocation of nastiness, cynicism, greed and the day to day horrors of human interactions as you'd like to see. All the more startling for being a great success in 1929. A . Breakfast at Tiffany's , Truman Capote: The famous film rather missed the point of this book, didn't it? I liked it a lot. A- . The Wonderbox: Curious histories of how to live , Roman Krznaric: An interesting mix of stories and ideas envisaged as ‘practical history’, that is, the art of gaining insights from our predecessors on how to live better lives today. A lot of this stuff I already do, but thought provoking nonetheless. B+ .

The great secret of success is to go through life as a man who never gets used up.

Poser.

It's only in hindsight that you realize what indeed your childhood was really like.

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The end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end.

The birds have found something! Howrah Beach, December 2010. I couldn't decide between these two photos so I have uploaded both, but you will notice that the birds have won pole position! I assume that the birds have spotted the same thing that appears the be drawing the orcas into the Derwent. Aside from angry Great Whites, you can find around these parts: flathead, whiting, flounder, Australian salmon, barracouta, bream, bastard trumpeter, trout, squid, leatherjacket, mullet, long-finned pike, garfish, silver trevally, jack mackerel and blue grenadier. I suspect that these birds have spotted a school of bastards that has set their tummies rumbling! Storms rolling in over Mount Wellington. Howrah Beach, December 2010.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

A springtime Sunday morning in Tasmania has its moments of bliss. Clifton Beach, September 2010. Theme Thursday yet again, and the insurgency enters another week... As long-time subscribers of this blog would know, I am a fan of the sunburst. For many in the photographic world, shooting into the sun is a cardinal sin. Well, as Jesus himself said, we are all sinners! Today, this is my sin. You see, for me the sunburst brings a FOUDROYANT tone to proceedings. Honestly, I defy anybody to look at that photograph above and deny the FOUDROYANT quality that exudes from the ‘Heaven and Earth’ composition. This part is easy: Get down low, sand on the knees, make sure that Jen and Ez are in the shot (and Henry isn’t just about to get in the way), check that the aperture is such that the sun isn’t going to blow the whole image out, make sure the cliffs at the far end are in shot, beach = tick, ocean = tick, clouds = tick, = grassy dunes = tick. Take as many shots as possible before everybody m...

War does not determine who is right - only who is left.

Dudes catching the mega waves one Sunday morning. Clifton Beach, September 2010. Things I'd rather be doing rather than be at work #2,234,231: ripping gnarly phat breakers on one of Tasmanian's millions of handy beaches. Pregnant dude in the middle looks to be a little perturbed. Clifton Beach, September 2010.

Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you.

Seagulls in congress. Geilston Bay, May 2010. I went down to the jetty back in May to discuss possible topics for the Sunday Top Five . Thankfully, we settled on an easy one: My Top Five Ten ELEVEN Soccer Players' Names ! Laughter Chilembe Suprise Moriri Have-A-Look Dube Danger Fourpence Creedence Clearwater Couto Segar Bastard Norman Conquest Bongo Christ Wolfgang Wolf Argelico Fucks Harry Daft Now, between you me and the seagulls, which do YOU like best?

their confusion is constant

Self-portrait with Ezra in the late afternoon. Bellerive, March 2010. I can't deny it, both my sons and I have very long legs . The late afternoon autumn sun demonstrates this most effectively. For The Foxes , Charles Bukowski don't feel sorry for me. I am a competent, satisfied human being. be sorry for the others who fidget complain who constantly rearrange their lives like furniture. juggling mates and attitudes their confusion is constant and it will touch whoever they deal with. beware of them: one of their key words is "love." and beware those who only take instructions from their God for they have failed completely to live their own lives. don't feel sorry for me because I am alone for even at the most terrible moments humor is my companion. I am a dog walking backwards I am a broken banjo I am a telephone wire strung up in Toledo, Ohio I am a man eating a meal this night in the month of September. put your sympathy aside. they say water held up Christ: to ...