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He may exist on nuts and berries, Or then again on missionaries

July 10, 2011 By

Max stared at the hole in the fence. He was a bit too fat to dive through, as most mildly spoilt Labradors are, but he knew as well as I did…Wombat! We live in south-eastern Australia, well south of Melbourne, just across Bass Strait from Tasmania. This is the best time of the year, cold, [...]

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Filed Under: EvenFourLines, Food, Poetry

Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve

May 14, 2011 By

Leon managed to do it. About five years earlier, I had tried to demolish the old water-tank lying in a corner of our property. It lay, leaking, slightly rusted, in a shallow drainage culvert adjoining our neighbour. It had to go. But we needed to reduce its size, bend it, fold it, to fit in [...]

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Filed Under: EvenFourLines, Literature, Music

I will give you three choices; to die forever, to live for a time and return, or to live forever

May 1, 2011 By

There are two sorts of people in the world. Those who love Ken Rockwell. Those who hate him. I am in the former group. The reason is simple. I lost my Nikkormat FTN, with its f2.5 105mm lens (gulp), in 1983. My wife, three small children, and I were hiking in a quiet, easy section [...]

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Filed Under: EvenFourLines, Photography

The Night Of Time Far Surpasseth The Day

April 19, 2011 By

Sometimes, when you’ve got a few spare minutes, and you want to relax, well, you just want to do nothing. I don’t mean have a nap. I mean remain conscious but veg out, not taxing mind or body, doing stuff which will not enrich you or the earth, something meaningless, even useless. You understand, don’t [...]

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Filed Under: EvenFourLines, Movies and TV

It Doesn’t Get Any More Exciting Than That

April 17, 2011 By

I’m asking you. What is the most exciting thing you’ve done? Space Walk? Underwater rescue? Mt. Everest? I didn’t think so. Maybe you are a little like me. I can recall a long helicopter ride to visit oil rigs. A moderately dangerous high altitude drive. Er, there was a division 3 win in Tattslotto, about [...]

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Filed Under: EvenFourLines, Movies and TV

A Dormitory Without An Alarm Clock

April 14, 2011 By

His final message: “As to me, I leave tomorrow for an unknown destination”. Ambrose Bierce, author, Civil War Hero and journalist, then went to Mexico and disappeared. He was never seen again. It was 1913, and the sprightly 71-year-old chronic asthmatic with an acerbic tongue and pen vanished, as they say, into thin air. No [...]

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Filed Under: EvenFourLines, Literature, Zen

They Are Not Ripe Yet

April 11, 2011 By

I used to think ‘Sour Grapes’ was just a metaphor. Now I’m not so sure. I blame it on an article in a European journal, obscurely titled “XYZ – Nondum Matura Es” The XYZ is irrelevant, you can substitute ‘Atomic powered trains” or “ESP as a communication tool”, that part makes no difference, it’s the [...]

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Filed Under: EvenFourLines, Literature, Psychiatry

The Sun Rises In The Evening

April 4, 2011 By

It’s paradoxical but one of the main producers of gluten-free products is a country built on pasta. Yep, Italy produces a huge range of excellent gluten-free food; that is, except for the beer. Couldn’t drink it. So was I excited when O’Brien’s Brewery opened in 2007. They now supply Australia and the world with the [...]

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Filed Under: EvenFourLines, Religion, Zen
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