Author: Dead Mans Diaries

I am S. Sister to a fabulous brother and a sibling of suicide. Dead Mans Diaries is a memoir told through our letters, diaries and artwork. https://deadmansdiaries.wordpress.com/about/ Beautiful Echo Chambers is a blog where you can find inspiration, something interesting to read, something to make you think, laugh and feel from all sorts of fabulous blogs. As my brother would have said "Something to fill my echo chamber with Sis". https://beautifulechochambers.wordpress.com/
1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

It’s not the meek that shall inherit the earth, it’s the technologically literate.

Thursday, 9 May 1996  8:30am Howdy S, Spoke to Mum on the phone yesterday.  We chit-chatted. Aunty Marge is coming down for the weekend for some genealogy grave-robbing gig with Ma. So anyway, we’re chattin’ away, and Mum Says ‘Oh your sister called on Sunday by the way.  ‘Really, how is she?  What’s she doing?  ‘Well, it was so early, I answered the phone all … Continue reading It’s not the meek that shall inherit the earth, it’s the technologically literate.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

TV is the great blight of my existence, and it must be excised from my life.

Tuesday, 7 May 1996  8:40am My first full-on TV-less night.  And what a blessing.  I don’t think I’ll get the thing fixed, Sis.  I didn’t miss it at all.  And I actually cooked a meal.  A pastry dish.  It was my first filo recipe ever.  I know this is probably inane, but I get a kick out of cooking new dishes, makes me feel a … Continue reading TV is the great blight of my existence, and it must be excised from my life.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

It’s not how much you’ve had – it’s how bad you feel.

Saturday, 4 May 1996  12:30pm Yeah, yeah… in on a Saturday.  I don’t feel that I put in too good a performance this week, so I’m in here now trying to boost the week’s tally.  I’m keying the questionnaires the companies fill in and send back.  It’s not such bad work, each one’s a bit different.  You do have to use your brain a little. … Continue reading It’s not how much you’ve had – it’s how bad you feel.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

It’s a curly one, isn’t it?

Tuesday, 30 April 1996  8:50am Oh God, This time it’s for real Sis.  I have to decide on a career.  I’m going to be twenty-fucking-four in a few months, and I’m still bumbling along in this job I stumbled into.  This job which is going to lead nowhere.  What brought on this fit of fear I hear you ask?  I went over and visited Leah … Continue reading It’s a curly one, isn’t it?

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1996, Letters from Mum, Letters to S

Pretty sure you bought that dessert mum.

FAX to S from Mum 30 April 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Thank you so much for my birthday card and presents.  I had a lovely time opening them outside the mail delivery centre in the car.  Everyone around me must have thought I was a nut case.  I opened the letter opener first and was thrilled, then the tray, which is really cute, … Continue reading Pretty sure you bought that dessert mum.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

Sitting in Death’s Waiting Room.

  Friday, 26 April 1996 Howdy Sis o’ Mine, Still sittin’ here in Melbourne, Autumn chill closin’ in around me. Trying hard to ignore the blustery football analysis that trumpets around, usually on Monday, but today on a Friday.  It was ANZAC day yesterday, and there were a few games played.  I actually walked through the park near the MCG yesterday as the people swarmed … Continue reading Sitting in Death’s Waiting Room.

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1996, An Aside, Letters from J, Letters to S

Girls either tart right up or slob right down after a break up. I suppose men do the same but lack the dramatic apparatus of make-up and mini-skirts.

Thursday, 11 April 1996  8:30pm Hey Sis, Sitting here, on a rainless night, thinking about nothing, as in not thinking nothing but thinking about nothing. I do this sometimes at work, or when I’m bored. Think of it. Nothing. No matter, so no space. No time.  Hmmm. There’s no time. I guess time doesn’t exist in a vacuum.  Time is only measurable in its effect … Continue reading Girls either tart right up or slob right down after a break up. I suppose men do the same but lack the dramatic apparatus of make-up and mini-skirts.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

I’m drunk on juicy office gossip.

Tuesday, 9 April 1996  9:48pm Hey Sis, How you doing? Another typed letter from your bro.  Poorly typed an’ all.  It’s raining here, on Easter Tuesday.  Jana Wendt is on Channel 7, hosting her new (and deskless, might I add) show, “Witness”.  It’s quite highbrow, long pieces on “real” issues.  I do suspect, however, that she is sans desk simply to show off her legs. … Continue reading I’m drunk on juicy office gossip.

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2016, An Aside, Other

Just a bit excited I have to say.

J would be over the moon to know I’m taking my girls to see The Cure tonight. My god he loved this band and as for Robert Smith, well he absolutely idolized him (he had the haircuts and eyeliner at one stage to prove it). J saw The Cure at The Melbourne Tennis Centre on 24 & 25 August 1992. I’m so excited even with the possibility … Continue reading Just a bit excited I have to say.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

Mother Nature knows where you live.

Wednesday, 27 March 1996 Hey Sis, Back at work, another Wednesday trickles through.  Stayed back at work last night ’til 7:30pm.  Yessiree, nailed back up on the cross for another edition. Whatchya been doin”? Avoiding British beef most likely. (Snigger snigger).  So are you giving beef the big miss? Creutzfeldt-Jakob.  It has a good sound to it, it’s the Creutz that gets my vote, I … Continue reading Mother Nature knows where you live.

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