fremsley

fremsley helping with my work. (2007)

Likes lettuce...

I'd like to get it together to write somethingto post here, but in the absence of ideas or effort, can't resist posting this!

more info: http://www.smh.com.au/news/world/bunny-boiler-kim-jongil-ate-my-giant-rabbits/2007/04/05/1175366413169.html

and: http://www.hoax-slayer.com/giant-rabbit.shtml

http://www.themonthly.com.au/anthropology-and-passion-political-ghassan-hage-2230

I love suburbia and suburbia loves me...

Nomadic or territorial? The millenium-old debate between these two ways of inhabiting the world happens internally also. The debate in my life seems to've been settled on the sedentary, at least for now.

And here's a phew photos of my new house to prove it!

Nice original wall paper:

Thanks for the Versailles Hall of Mirrors suggestion, Kirsten, it's a winner - just you wait and see!!

The renos are underway:

Nice original lino:

And nice original light fittings! Thanks, Vera, whoever you were, you rocked!

Doo doo doo, looking out my front door:

The labyrinth is a “place with more dead ends, more flaws and fault-lines than the human heart”.

http://www.musicweb-international.com/sandh/2008/jan-jun08/minotaur1504.htm

The Poison Tree

by William Blake

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree