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Most of what we call management consists of making it difficult for people to get their work done.

On the road to Mount Field National Park. The Derwent Valley. April 2013. Wordless Wednesday.

If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.

Washed away (nearly). Soldiers Point/ Fossil Cove, Tinderbox. May 2013. Another theft from Sunday Stealing! The Two Memes in One Meme Meme - Happy Easter! 1: Who is your favourite Musical Artist from when you were a teenager? I was a teenager for a few good years and consumed a lot of music! The trajectory of phases encompassed U2, R.E.M., Morrissey, The Byrds right through to Pulp and Wilco. 2: Who is your favourite game show host? Pass. I could even name a game show these days. 3: Who is your Favourite Blog hosting service? I'm obliged to say Blogger. 4: If you could meet anyone again from your childhood, who would it be? I can't say that I'm hanging out for any trips down memory lane. 5: Where did you want to live when you were growing up? Right by the beach. 6: What is the most interesting piece of Trivia that you know? [Ahem.] Prepare yourself. At the outbreak of World War One George V of England was the first cousin to Kaiser William II of Ger...

The letter is now at the censor's.

Snow Gum, Eucalyptus pauciflora. Lake Dobson, Mount Field National Park. April 2013. Marry me. Go on, I dare you to. To Friends behind a Frontier , Tomas Transtromer I I wrote so meagrely to you. But what I couldn't write swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship and drifted away at last through the night sky. II The letter is now at the censor's. He lights his lamp. In the glare my words fly up like monkeys on a grille, rattle it, become still, and bare their teeth. III Read between the lines. We'll meet in 200 years when the microphones in the hotel's walls are forgotten and can at last sleep, become trilobites.

Don't set your wit against a child.

A backward 2 and ½ somersaults with 2 and ½ twists in the piked position. In a storm.

Liberty doesn't work as well in practice as it does in speeches.

Take me to the April sun in Cuba. Hey hey hey.

Meetings are indispensable when you don't want to do anything.

The clouds look a little menacing behind those dunes. Howrah Beach, Howrah. December 2010. There once was a man I knew – tall fellow, polite, nice teeth, nice shoes – he quite fancied himself as a ‘romantic tactician’. In terms of his amorous endeavours, he was ruthless. For the dispassionate observer, it was remarkable the level of success with the ladies, given his merciless approach. Some speculated that this heartlessness was actually due to a lack of imagination: he would get the ladies, but then not know what to do with them. Thus, he would cast them aside and begin the pursuit of another. I was not so sure myself, it appeared that the point was more the getting than the keeping . Meanwhile, back at Opossum Bay...

There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.

We have been in receipt of the reports that a pod of bloodthirsty Orcinus orcas – that’s killer whales to you and I – are marauding though the Derwent Estuary , terrorising everything that appears before their beady, perfidious eyes. Of course, Henry immediately demanded to be “taken to the beach”, and thrust himself into the treacherous swells and set about sorting these ‘roided-up dolphins out. But the water was a bit nippy, so we got fish ‘n chips instead.