This will hurt me...

Sand. Hope Beach, South Arm Peninsula. June 2013. Theme Thursday and I am a bit pressed for time. You see, I am about to take a JOURNEY. A JOURNEY away from my current job and return to the ever-loving bosom of the bureaucracy. Yes, the public service is sweetly calling me back. Not long now, my darling. Not long now…

Patterns in the sandstone. Goat Bluff, South Arm Peninsula. January 2012. The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and videos of fat people falling over.) 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 ... The disappointment that has been Barack Obama may well be genetic ... The Economist explores how blogs have become the vanguard of the argumentative economist ... As a former addict, I need no convincing as to the tale of how Tetris became the world's favourite computer game ... Still no cure for cancer. However, scientists tickle animals to find the secret of laughter .... How about the link between money and happiness ? Remember the good old days? You mean the time when we used to display people in zoos as little better than animals? What's going on in Russia right now? Good question....

Continuing the search of the dunes. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. February 2011. I like the lines on the dunes from this angle. The good thing about Calverts Beach is that it doesn't get a lot of traffic. Just Hen, Ez, Jen and I and the odd whale watcher or twitcher trampling the grains. I'm wondering how people go on those beaches you see that has large pebbles and rocks, rather than nice, neat and warm between the toes..

Millions of snakes, or more sinister? Eaglehawk Neck, Tasman Penninsula. January 2011. I have had a song stuck in my head for five straight days now. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good song, but five days on constant rotation is a bit much. Anyway, I have this theory that if I look into the story behind the song, and potentially infect others with the virus, it will leave me alone. Here goes… If I Fell is a song by The Beatles that first appeared in the 1964. It was featured in the film A Hard Day's Night , and appeared on the accompanying soundtrack. Although it seems that John Lennon alone wrote it, it was credited to the Lennon/McCartney partnership. The song itself has an atypical structure for an early (-ish) Beatles track, with an unrepeated introduction sang by Lennon, followed by sequential verse sections, each having a slightly expanded form, but with no obvious chorus or bridge section. As ever, the song features a two-part harmony – Lennon and McCartney into a single micro...

The sand is warm. Calverts Beach, South Arm Peninsula. January 2011. I am at work and not at the beach. This causes me no end of sorrow. In times of sorrow, I tend to console myself with questions. Today, those questions include: Where does the law stand when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant? How do sign writers manage when they go on strike? What do they do at their protests? What did Tim Hardin have against carpenters? If one is 'expecting the unexpected’, isn’t the unexpected being expected expected? Shouldn’t it be 'expecting the expected’? Has there ever actually been a ‘civil’ war? If one synchronised swimmer is drowning, what is the correct protocol for her colleagues? Correct answers will be rewarded with three hearty cheers and a slap on the back.