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2002, Emails

I reckon anyone who can speak with authority on the Middle East always sounds brainy.

From: ‘S’ Date: Tuesday, February 19, 2002 12:58AM To: ‘J’ Hi Little Brother, My new year’s resolution was to read 5 books this year. I realised at the end of last year that I had not read a book ALL year, much to my shame and embarrassment, could blame toddlers, chasing moles and full time jobs but that wouldn’t cut it – I was just slack.   … Continue reading I reckon anyone who can speak with authority on the Middle East always sounds brainy.

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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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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

It’s a plaintive tale of the malaise of a faithless existence, as told through the eyes of a traditional Finnish mullet-stunner.

Tuesday, 26 September 1995  9:09AM Got your letter the other day, thanks S. Nice to hear froms ya. The best thing about getting a letter is that I can answer questions and not just blab on about myself for three thousand words. Point No. 1: of course I love the gifts you sent me, I’m just remiss in the gratitude department. I like ‘em coz … Continue reading It’s a plaintive tale of the malaise of a faithless existence, as told through the eyes of a traditional Finnish mullet-stunner.

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

Meditation? Please! – I can’t even keep my feet still let alone my mind.

Tuesday, 5 September 1995  9:06am Whacko! New Discipline J is rearing to go! Yessiree. Up at the crack ‘a dawn. (Ten past seven – close enough.) I feel good. I was up early, I did a load of washing, I even included two extra ingredients in my sandwiches today.  I feel good.  I didn’t even pig out last night – I’m on the Wagon o’ … Continue reading Meditation? Please! – I can’t even keep my feet still let alone my mind.

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

Where on the Rainbow of Independent Will do you find yourself? Intense indigo? Queasy green?

Wednesday, 30 August 1995 3:40pm Sis I’ve just been and consoled myself with consumer idolatry – I bought two books. Will Self – ‘My Idea of Fun” and Herman Hesse – “Siddhatha”.  I’ve read the prologue of the Self book, it’s not exactly what I was expecting, and to tell the truth, if I knew it was going to have slasher elements to it (a … Continue reading Where on the Rainbow of Independent Will do you find yourself? Intense indigo? Queasy green?

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1995, J's Diary Entries

I turned a corner while in bed this morning.

XXXXXXXXXXXXX Represents the parts of his diary that my brother has delicately cut out.   J’s Diary Entries Friday, 5 May, 1995 Went a drinking with Nadia and Cav.  From “Klicks” to some pub on the corner of Spring and Bourke Street, where I actually paid my bill. (I didn’t want to distress Cav, he gets so embarrassed if I do a runner.)  I drank vodka, lime … Continue reading I turned a corner while in bed this morning.

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