—–0riginal Message—– From: S Sent: Tuesday, November 05, 2002 8:37PM To: J Subject: I promise not to make a fuss for your birthday, no calls, etc. but I really would like to get you something, I love my Hermes scarf and want you to have something that you can say I bought you for your 30th. Now don’t refuse again and tell me what you … Continue reading When you’re a kid you always know what you want for your birthday.
From: ‘Mum’ Sent: 1 Feb 1996 3:22PM To: ‘S’ Subject: Thanks for your messages, this is the first opportunity I have had to get into the computer room, it was down for a while and we have been so bloody busy! Got a wedding to go to tomorrow – am having the arvo off. Thank heavens, or I think I might throw a wobbly at … Continue reading I’ve signed the divorce papers.
Thursday, 2 November 1995 4:28pm Howdy Sis, Dad just came in and met me for lunch. We had bagels in Collins Place. He asked me what “baggles” were. I talked him into trying one. He went for the Hawaiian. I think he wants to make this lunching a regular thing, which worries me a bit. I don’t know if I can come up with half … Continue reading It’s the type of voice that sours milk, makes fruit fall from the trees, send a babe-in-arms cross-eyed.
Wednesday, 5 July 1995 4:02pm S Got my Group Tax Certificate today. I earned $27,500 last financial year. That’s $2,500 more than Simon, and we’re on the same wage. It comes from all that overtime I did last year when I came close to burnout. All that effort, and I don’t really feel $2,500 richer. It does make me, paradoxically, want to make some more … Continue reading All good tools have the word “power” in their title.
J’s Diary Entry Monday, 8 May 1995 Hey, wanna hear my latest idea? The defeat of hope is the path to freedom. As an idea, it’s probably couched in too grandiose terms, but I’m known for my love of textual pomposity. And poor grammar. Hell, it’s probably an old idea, but it’s new to me in its conciseness. Well I need to go from hope’s … Continue reading The defeat of hope is the path to freedom.
10 January 1995 Dear Sis, Hi, it’s me. It’s Tuesday. It’s dull. It stinks in here. It really does stink in here you know. Remember in my last letter how I told you about the roof leaking? Well, the carpet is still wet, and it’s 33˚, it’s beginning to smell like Jeffrey Dahmer’s flat in here. Donovan called me Friday afternoon and invited himself around. Don’t … Continue reading Most Journalists end up being alcoholics, it’s all part of the machismo culture of cynicism and superiority.