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2003, J's Diary Entries

How typical of me to be looking for maggots in the banquet.

J’s Diary Entry 9 January 2003 9.30am  –  I just realised something about all my New Year’s Resolutions – I’m in one of my disciplined phases. I’m eating well, exercising, concerned about work, being sociable, active. This always make it easier to stick to things, but… what about when it’s over? What will I do when the ennui comes back, with it’s sidekick, Lazybones? How … Continue reading How typical of me to be looking for maggots in the banquet.

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2003, J's Diary Entries

She was quite attractive except for two missing teeth.

J’s Diary Entry 7 January 2003 Well, after last night’s contretemps with “The Turkey” I sure wasn’t hanging around to chat. I fled the house at 9.00am. Sat in the shade in Treasury Gardens and read my Micky Spillane novel (it’s crap) and gave some creepy chatty old guy the cold shoulder. Saw “Mainly Martha” at the Kino Cinema which reignited my enthusiasm to learn German … Continue reading She was quite attractive except for two missing teeth.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

This reticence of mine, is a vegetarianism of the soul.

Friday 28 June 1996  8:40am We’re having a food-scare here at the moment Sis.  It’s not quite up to your UK Mad Cow fiasco.  There’s this massive crop of peanuts that had Salmonella in it.  Now almost every single jar of peanut butter in Australia has been recalled.  There’s been over fifty cases of food poisoning.  Slater & Gordon (this really opportunistic law firm) has been advertising … Continue reading This reticence of mine, is a vegetarianism of the soul.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

Pulled my donut scam today.

Thursday, 20 June 1996 Hey Sis, Have to start this one in a temporary file.  My computer’s being all jazzed up and had Windows 95 installed, but it doesn’t have Word on it yet.  So, what have I done? Lemme see… Friday night was the obligatory drinks (which I’m skipping this week by the way for a bit of variety) which stretched into the wee … Continue reading Pulled my donut scam today.

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1996, Letters from J, Letters to S

We call him Nuff Nuff because whenever he’s near you, all you want to shout is ‘Enough! Enough!’

Friday, 24 May 1996  8:24am Dear S, I thought I’d open this one traditionally, with a ‘Dear…’ Haven’t done anything since yesterday.  The traffic of books through my Flemington abode is about all I’m up to these days.  Finished the Truman Capote (I really like the name Truman) last night.  Finished an Agatha Christie (The Pale Horse).  Started Alice Walker’s Possessing the Secret of Joy … Continue reading We call him Nuff Nuff because whenever he’s near you, all you want to shout is ‘Enough! Enough!’

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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

I won’t lie to you, I am a book snob.

Wednesday, 10 January 1996  1:30pm Well Mum finally showed up yesterday and we had a nice lunch, in “The Great Space Cafe” (I paid).  We’re both dieting so it was a measly round of sandwiches and a cappuccino each. The reading mood is upon me again. Finally finished off that Hardy novel “Far from the Madding Crowd”, flicked through this Dostoyevsky short story/novelette, ditto a … Continue reading I won’t lie to you, I am a book snob.

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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

It’s as if I’m standing in the middle of life as a time-line, and I’m wondering which is more important to who I am? My future or my past?

Friday, 22 September 1995  9:10AM Woke up late, feeling groggy, still do as a matter of fact. Read more of that Sartre last night, and it’s provoking some self-examination that I think I probably would’ve been better off without. I suppose I should explain – this book “The Age of Reason” is sort of filled with this feeling of expectancy, a hesitancy and fear of … Continue reading It’s as if I’m standing in the middle of life as a time-line, and I’m wondering which is more important to who I am? My future or my past?

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1995, Letters from J, Letters to S

I refuse to go to a party where I’m the only person I know. That’s the sort of situation that leads to excessive indulgence and a Sunday of self-flagellation.

Wednesday, 20 September 1995  9:05AM Spoke to Dad on the phone yesterday, he’s offered me free tickets to the Melbourne Show. Apparently he and Uncle Beluga Big-Bum have supplied a few Jeeps for the judges to zoom around in while they check out the sheep and the cattle and the goats and the what have you. So, anyway, if I’ve got one of Dad’s business … Continue reading I refuse to go to a party where I’m the only person I know. That’s the sort of situation that leads to excessive indulgence and a Sunday of self-flagellation.

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