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I think it was Miles Franklin who said that if there were one sound which could define her life, it’d be that of a tin can rattling along a street (or something along those lines). If I had to pick one at the moment I write this, it’d be the sound of one hand slapping March Flies to death on my legs...or maybe the piercing repetitive clanking of Nev breaking the bead on yet another tyre...or

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On my first morning at Mt Elizabeth, I sat at the breakfast table withmy new boss, Pat Lacy. Pat's husband Peter was the boss too, but Ireported to Pat. Everyone else had started work and while I had somebreakfast, Pat asked me how I'd slept. In her abrupt manner, prettywell the next thing she said was, "I hear you're vegetarian," promptlyfollowed by "...wouldn't have hired you if known that."

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Although I was excited about the job offer, I wasn't 100% sure I wasdoing the right thing. So, as soon as I landed back in Melbourne Italked to my Dad. "I really want to do it, Dad, and I just can't thinkof a reason why not," I said. Dad said, "That's coz there isn't one". And I'm glad I listened. Three weeks later, I was on a flight backto Broome.An indirect flight to Broome, a lazy afternoon

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The next day we continued on to El Questro, an enormous and heavilypromoted cattle station operating as a Wilderness Park, which the Mswere divided about visiting and where Mike flat out did not want tostay. We didn't take to the place on arrival, not to the lawns or themanufactured 'township' and, after checking out the campground (andthe prices!), Mick and I decided Mike would be more cheerful

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By this time we were getting along very well (to be fair, we hadgotten along easily pretty much from the start). M&M wouldn't let mecamp too far away from their trailer to keep an eye on me and werenice enough to give me one of their spare pillows and let me use oneof their camp chairs around the fire, while one of them perched on aslab or the stoop of the trailer. We shared the cooking and

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So, the blokes I met in Broome caravan park turned out to be a coupleof retired blokes from the east coast. Mick (60), from Eleebana (LakeMacquarie), NSW, had the 4WD and the camper trailer and Mike (66),from Nambucca Heads, NSW, was along for the ride. We hit the roadpretty much straight away and, although I later wondered at myreckless decision, at the time I didn't feel there was any reason

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I don't know why Doug came to talk to me, but I'm sure glad he did.We got chatting pretty easily and I asked him where he lived beforeBroome. He answered cheekily, 'My mother was a gypsy,' but went on totell me that he was adopted at about the age of four. He doesn'tknow, but guesses that his family couldn't afford to keep him and thathis adopted parents only wanted him for labour on their farm

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It was almost June. I really needed a new job. The doc kept tellingme not to worry about it, but I l felt like it would help to get backin some kind of rhythm; to feel useful again. At the same time, Ialso wanted to get away from Melbourne; to wipe the slate clean; to gofor a hike; and most of all, to curl up in my little tent in a wildand beautiful - and peaceful - place. It was too cold and

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A very dear friend of mine recently sent me a message asking foranswers to the following six questions, whilst another lamented at thenumber of times she's fruitlessly checked this blog for updates. So,here are some answers which I hope will keep you interested, dearreaders.1) With the soaring temperatures in the Kimberley, what time isacceptable for beer o'clock?The answer to this question

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The Muddy Waters is a newspaper produced in Derby. Numbering about 30pp, it is produced at least monthly and is available in about a dozen places around town.At the Boab Inn, there's a tin to put your $2.50 in if you want to buy a copy. When I put mine in the staff checked to make sure I wasn't inadvertently paying for my internet usage, which is free for guests.With the cover featuring the

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Yesterday was a hell of a day.After the hilarity of Jaymi's 21st, I made it home sometime around 2 or 3am and commenced packing, more than a little inebriated. Finally went to sleep around the time mum came to wake me up, 4.30. Slept in my clothes until it was time to get to the airport at about 5.30 (thank you mum, for not allowing everyone's assumption about me missing the plane to come true)

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Dear Diary, I'm not really in the mood for conversing, but I'm hoping that a litre of Zywiec (that's beer, Adam!) and some Legendarny Smak Krakersy (which of course means 'legendary tasty crackers', right Ola?!) will improve matters somewhat.  And, as I become aware of drinking duty free beer in an airport terminal, I recall the threats to sic the Feds on us at Hobart airport for drinking some

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Wow, my left ring finger really wanted to pluralise 'week', and it's true that it feels like I was in Italy for longer than one week – and I nearly was because although I knew my flight was leaving on the 23rd, I had the idea that it was a Monday.  It was only yesterday, lying in the sun by the cascata (waterfall) near Chiavenna with Michele, writing a thank you card for my wonderful hosts Laura

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While in Italy I also visited Lolli and Teo for two days in Domaso, on Lake Como, which was just gorgeous.  Surprisingly hot, so they say, for this time of year, but that of course, was good for business – Lolli and Teo run a bar La Maddonina, and business booms when the sun shines.  It was so super to visit them, and they took a day off each, to spend time with me...I felt very special. The

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Ok, so I didn't miss my flight. And as predicted the beer helped me recollect my experiences. Now I'm Kiev.  I arrived close to midnight on Sunday, and was met at the airport by the beautiful Tatiana Alexandrovna and her tall and handsome son, Rostyslav Yurievich.  We caught a taxi home and proceeded to drink a bottle of wine, eat Yura potatoes (just the way he used to make them), salad and some

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But I've been remiss and must say a few words about my first two weeks in Germany.  My arrival was wonderful, mostly because Marty surprised me by meeting me at the airport and driving me to Aachen, where we went straight to Nico's new flat for some welcome drinks and then spent the weekend hanging out and partying with Nico and Gummi and a whole bunch of their mates. This was actually pretty

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franz josef village feels like a lifetime ago.  the day we last wrote, we had beer for dinner - at least a schnitzel (7 beers), as nico says.  we didn't plan it that way, but it was pissing down and we sat on a swing on the verandah at our chateau franz (not quite as glam as it sounds) and, well, we just didn't move for hours - except to go to the fridge and back.  and when that was empty, we

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dear diary,   porangahau's famous hill, taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu is drawing increasing numbers of visitors to the area (but not us, coz we had tramping to do!  we just liked the name, so we thought we'd share it with you). it means 'the hilltop where tamatea, with big knees, conqueror of mountains, eater of land, traveller over land

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Nico has made a discovery: there are no Orcs on the East Cape. Auckland was boring and expensive, so we booked a bus to Opotiki for early Tuesday morning. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately in fact, there are no buses around the East Cape, only big stupid backpacker tours which cost a bomb and we don't have any bombs. But I REALLY wanted to go there! So, we had to hitch. Sorry Mum. But

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feeling anything but hopeless (apart from the saga of logging into this blog)this blog which was supposed to be a travel blog.but, after a bike journey from collingwood to north fitzroy this afternoon with D, i've decided that "journeys" is a more suitable all-encompassing term by which i can get back to blogging without necessarily leaving my boudoir! or perhaps i can just as easily extend the

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in the words of the infamous benevolent quiz master, aunty jack (whose 70th i was lucky enough to celebrate on saturday), "thank you ball boys, thank you linesmen, thanks for coming".

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we got pixellated.you shall soon see...

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As the light sprinkle gradually turned into steady rain, Uncle Winstonsaid, "I'm glad I remembered to carry my bumbershoot!"i get these things emailed to me. this one i liked enough to share with you.xx

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i've had it. so i can't update this blog now but i do know it's high time. and there is actually a small but growing desire in me to do so...

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dear you overseas person you*, well, i've made it, as you may already know, back to my beloved melbourne.  tomorrow it will be two weeks that i've been HOME and, i have to say, despite the persistent chill factor that requires me to pull out my eccles fingerless gloves slash mittens in one, melbourne life is deliciously easy to slip right back into!so far, i guess it's true, i've had it pretty

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i'd like to revise that last statement. it was made in haste. please excuse my resemblance to a broken record...whether because the teaching itself gets easier as i go along, whether because markus visited me on saturday and cheered me immensely, whether because i just finished the mill on the floss and just loved it, whether because i went out for not-as-good-as-mumbo mexican last night with

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a bit late but here ya go xx**the trip from downtown mariupol to the belasaraskaya peninsula on the sea of azov, takes about an hour in a mashrutny taxi ~ otherwise known as a minibus ~ and costs around about AUD$1. but! in the careening comfort of piotr viktorovich's lada, it's not only much quicker but another kind of adventure altogether. especially, if you're spoilt rotten like i was and

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oh yea, i sorta forgot to mention a few things. got back to vienna on thursday morn after a grand total of sixty hours unterwegs from nikolayevka and GOD was it good to get "home" and shower.spent thursday swimming in the sun (been about 37 degrees i think) with the kburg kids before they buggered off to bregenzfor...you guessed it...wasserball!friday was just hanging out and cooking with

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sunday night, nearly 10pm. this morning helmtraud drove me to südbahnhof, we said our goodbyes for who knows how long, and i climbed on a train, make that two trains (but not at once), to spittal an der drau. it was a queasy ride after last night's jollyness at alte akh and beyond, but i made it. funny how somehow five hours can be harder to sit through than thirty-three. along the way i saw

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я не знаю как баша сомрютер роботает, but for me, that comes up in russian! and WHY?! coz i've made it back to ukraine and am currently in kiev awaiting my "connecting" train to slavyansk so that i can get the bus to nikolayevka and be there for диедушка vanya's birthday tomoz which is exciting coz i get to give him mach III razors and chemist glasses.i tell ya, that damn ukrainian embassy must

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it's sunday afternoon and i've just been at mary wild's birthday brunch and i reckon, but not for that reason alone, that this week has been [at least CLOSE to] the most excellent one i've had the whole time i've been in austria. but, tis true, i've never been much good at making comparisons. when i was a kid i had a green notebook in which i recorded the title and author of every book i read.

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i meant barely but what i mean doesn't seem to come out right very often over here. lou says it's understandable, not me, i mean i am, but that's not what she meant.i guess that proves that point pretty unarguably.sew, things be hokay but the pieces of me are disintegrating with the excess indulgence found so often in the company of the finest echelons of my freundin circle. see what i mean?

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coming soon...

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i was kinda suss when a dodgy lookin ukrainsky woman joined us in our sleeping cabin even though it was already full. but i just kept dozing on my top bunk and tried, for a change to keep myself outta trouble. she was there for a while though. some of the others left and she was still there making all kinds of racket with plastic wrappers, tape, screwdrivers and a snazzy little tool that could

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i'm here, it's hot, sqodge left amid nemnoshka tears yestereve.  tomorrow tanuka, yura and i head back to kiev.  bye bye nikolayevka.  can't see through the fog of brekkie shots to describe it properly for you right now.  suffice to say,  it's hard to get clean and impossible to cool down.  if you don't want samagon (home brew), you get vodka, if you don't want vodka, you get beer, if you don't

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dearest you, if you get this via email it's because i've got an email in my inbox from you and a very scary [and ongoing] lack of motivation to write anything, not just anything back, but anything at all - moleskin, blog or otherwise.  i AM sorry but this thing called life has been simply indescribable of late so here i am trying to rectify that but...madonna over yorkshire, whilst perfect

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i’m back und ich habe ein brand OR, for you monolingual folk, “i have a fire in me” ~ otherwise known as a hangover ‘cept it doesn’t mean you feel sick, or have a headache, it literally means you have a fire in you (curable by drinking cream, apparently) and, after a night out [at bloody irish and australian pubs] with my favourite fugazi and a bunch of austrian/british/american rugby players (

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well, i might be a beer* with a sore head today but it's worth it coz the goa party that stephan and claudia took me to last night was, as above, mad maD mAD MAD!! whether we would actually go or not was doubtful coz after sitting around at stephan's place for hours, we [especially HE] was feeling a leetle, how you say...? *lethargic* and asked me if i really wanted to go.an outdoor goa party?

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we're all here drinkin beer...o! sorry, seems it's just me...but ade n stav, well, dear family in your entirety, you'll be proud to know, i''m drinkin none other than austria's finest, goesser! and how piss funny (pun, NOT intended) that the website asks you if you're over 18 or not!!yeh, so it's late~ish on friday night and everyone who's anyone in chaos house is already sleeping. fugazi and

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it’s sunday night and we just came back from a sexfest...oh, sorry! i mean a sexTETTfest, kanyeshna!! which, in case you’re too lowbrow slash uncultured to know, actually means a classical music concert performed by a string sextet. and in this case, ensemble neues kunstlerforum at the camineum-saal (hofburg) performing the work of strauss, mozart, dvorak and a contemporary viennese composer,

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location: chaos house. i'm sitting at a computer desk in a room which contains more bookshelves than i can count ~ let's go with nine for now ~ as well as a dining table that seats eight, two couches, a sewing desk, the tv, two computers including mine and more...the floor is covered with three or four different carpets and the dining table with a colourful cotton cloth. the walls, or what

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i’m blogging offline, if that’s not a contradiction in terms, coz i get the feeling the dial-up internet connection could be a bit pricey and i still haven’t got a job. it’s funny coz i was thinkin i should really get one and that everyone in the house must be thinking what a lazy leetle so-and-so i am but then last night supermum told me that, while i was out visiting six irish pubs to proffer

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the skz outside mz window is turning a hayz pink on its waz to turninga cold blue~black and its coy iäve been in this goddamn pc-raum fortoo manz hours, quite probablz nearly three alreadz.so, iäm sorrz if i havenät written zou individuallz and i promise iwill just as soon as mz internet horror stories are over and icertainlt WONÄT bore zou with them in the meantime and THANK ZOU THANKZOU THANK

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AT THE AIRPORT now, leaving england finally and only five days after i planned to. an extended visit was very necessary, in case you don't know, for "personal" reasons as in, not ones you get to read about on this blog! at least not now you don't.... but apart from it being "necessary" for reasons beyond explanation at present, it was also a very sensible decision in a fiscal sense, coz it

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check this out for a rockin night, kids!! that was the drum n bass night we went to last monday...tuesday...?? someday! back from brighton and reading now, just been to see the awe inspiring cirque du soleil, they have a show in melbourne soon and if you haven't booked yet you better bloody do it coz you canNOT miss out!!GOT to book my flight to austria NOW!! meant to be leaving tomorrow...

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dear you, yesterday: disaster morninglots of snow ~ lovelydead guinea pigspit in facerugova leavingtrudy very upsetand a bit meancold mashed potatoes horrid vegie sausagesblurrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhcoffeelater:birmingham new street station helltrain to reading lost babushka broochbeershall we leg it?sweaty and shelleylaughingciderlaughingwinelaughingphotoslaughingcurrylaughingwinelaughingyahtzee

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aloo gobi funsters,this is SERIOUSLY the ONLY group email i am going to send you and i'm sending it to you all because i want you to know how absolutely superfantastic my leaving aus was.  totally couldn't have been better!!sqodger says i'm a serial goodbye-er and what can i say but...yea?!  i am but only coz you're so great to say goodbye to...um...hang on...i think that came out wrong!  you're

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oh, sorry! i didn't mean it THAT way!!last night era*, fawad** and i went to a salsa club in southsea, portsmouth. we had a few shots of vodka (WHAT ELSE!) before we left because they thought it'd make me dance. and dance i did, albeit briefly. i know you might not believe this but i actually felt shy. i used the same excuse i use when i don't want to dance at virus: "errr...um...i'm not

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I CAN'T LOG in to email and i can't get the dvd player to work (which would only allow me to watch american pie III anyway) so until the lovely era gets home from work, i'm here to tell ya bout bognor and tokyo, i guess. yah, hokay, well my tokyo plans ENTIRELY fell through (thanks for NOTHIN, sam) so i ended up hanging out with cameron from north dandenong. it's not as bad as it sounds though.

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even when there's planes to catch. i guess it's more likely that this morning sucks coz i had such a hugely fantastic weekend that didn't involve much sleep. and i feel ill but can't tell if it's coz i'm sad (only a tiny bit coz i'm gonna miss my lovelies so much!), nervous, excited, hungover or otherwise. oh, and speaking of hungover...thank YOU oh so very much to all of you that came to the

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yea, so i've four sleeps to go. and i'm in the soon-not-to-be my loungeroom getting very random messages from people and generally just wanting to go out. but, tomorrow is moving day. so i really should be in bed by now. or at least sorting my shit out. but where am i? here, kanyeshna.today was a weird day. i woke up to a dead arm. i'd (obviously) been sleeping on it for hours and it was

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YES. IT'S THURSDAY and yes. i haven't posted since sunday. i've been packing. sorry. not sorry for not posting. not sorry for packing. sorry for using packing as an excuse for not posting. all big eyes and oh glum. i'm not glum. but i have started feeling guilty about whinging about packing and organising travel plans ~ how DO you spell whinge+ing? i feel this is important to know as a

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I'VE BEEN SPENDING a lotta time dining with [read: getting fed by] married people of late. "married people?!" i hear you exclaim, rearing back from your computer in shock, mouth agape, eyeballs popping.i know, I KNOW. i'm sorry i've mislead you. i don't often fraternise with such devoted vowing types but sometimes it seems almost unavoidable. and really, they DO seem to be multiplying, which

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DON'T BUY THOSE bonds bras with plastic catches or a stoopid plastic ring that joins the strap to the cup UNLESS you... are me are incredibly foolish (see first point) think safety pins are sexy (and carry vast quantities at all times) OR really like stitching things up really soon after you buy them. grrrrrr

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from me(ish) dot org : five years of approximation now go there, i'm busy with the mayfly project. and i've lost my sense of smell. xx UPDATE ~ 2004 in 20 words midsumma. french maids. criminal damage. napier hotel. havana palava. no sleep. festival over. huge relief. sleep. turn twenty-six. ghetto unfabulous.

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text of the week: "where art the superstar unparallelable wonderful leonie?" and my bruddah ade said, what's he gonna do withoutcha? and I said, but what am I gonna do without HIM?? and no, this isn't a secret romance. this is le sqodgelator at 1.20am on sunday. hetero pub of the week: i went to the corner last night and i now proclaim it hetero pub of the week. why? well y'see i met a very

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they reckon the sun is always behind you when you look at a rainbow. but on this saturday morning on a property just out of beaufort, they were oh-so-very wrong. the day started off cool, grey and [for me] with trepidation in my belly. but it started to get exciting when, from amongst the tarps and beanbags of kamp kraZy, we spied a rainbow completely encircling the sun. without google at my

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i can't remember how it came up but i guess it doesn't really matter. zoe said it wasn't a "condition" but this site seems to think differently...although, they probably DO make a shiteload of money out of making people believe they have mental health problems. yea, so apparently analysis paralysis is an irrational fear which can stem from a variety of past experiences and have a crippling

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...she thinks she can TALK to me. i minimised my response to one word and no eye contact. sarah, if you're reading this, i AM working on it, i promise. i had a request to mention someone in my blog ~ how expletively popular did this make me feel? i'm not sure. the person in question was told, in no uncertain terms, that she would be required to DO something paragraph worthy but that said

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my blood, she boil my stomach, he churn that post about having nothing to say was clearly a lie xx

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thank yooo sqodger for the eventual lend. i am now reading this interview with anna funder, author of stasiland. and i have to share this quote with you. Well, here’s a bizarre fact that I didn’t put in the book. I’d long been fascinated by George Orwell’s work, but I resisted reading 1984 until I finished the manuscript for Stasiland. After that, I devoured it, and I couldn’t believe Orwell’

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in case you didn't notice xx

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xx

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xx

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no one blogs in the morning. and i wouldn't be either if i hadn't foolishly agreed to take my colleagues 8am shift today. but, as you should know, i'm not a morning person. could i be so brash as to deduce that generally speaking bloggers aren't morning people? yesterday on my way to work, i melted. it was 11am and thirty degrees already. today, not only is it duffel coat weather (yay!),

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I WAS GOING to call this post "procrastination of the nation" but that sounded too much like the name for a reality teevil show or something and i could just see eddie maguire as the irritating strangle-worthy host and then he really would be eddie everywhere and it'd be all my doing and i'd have to run away and hide under a big rock in a faraway land to escape the wrath of a million or so irate

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i AM working on my template. this is why i AM NOT writing anything of any interest to ANYONE. not that i EVER DO. raaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! today smells like a shonky keyboard...or is that just my html ineptitude?~! xx

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Location: X32-K1 [Earth] Intercept Type: Audio Transcript: DOOF, DOOF, DOOF, DOOF Source: Rainbow Serpent Festival Conclusion: Gathering of humanoids with intent to communicate with alien life using a repetitive 'DOOF DOOF' beat. [with MASSIVE thanks to greg tossel, the dancing robot and supremely lovely crazy being who created twenty of these gems and scattered them amongst the masses ~ for the

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THIS WAS ME last friday. (can you guess what i'm eating? for a clue, go here) it was a week ago almost exactly, a night of bruised skies and... ~ did YOU know bruises could be beautiful? well, they CAN! the fitzroy sky that night was brilliantly pinkpurple and heavy as i sat on my front step talking to the joogling star in ooh ah portslade by the sea dah~ling. until i realised with a

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SHE SAID WE were the quietest audience she'd ever played to, thanked us and said it was weird to not have to yell at anyone, or she might have just said it was good. i'm not sure coz the acoustics were shiteful. we, especially rae, wished she'd yelled at them good n proper when grand salvo were playing. we knew they was meant to be "quiet and soulful", but we had a hunch it was not meant to

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gra·phol·o·gy n. the study of handwriting, especially when employed as a means of analysing character. SO, BLAIR LENT me chuck palahniuk's diary (go here to read an excerpt). as well as introducing me to THE most brilliant phrase EVER ~ bermuda triangulated. AND being a highly unusual story about a carpenter who bermuda triangulates rooms from people's houses and a woman who grew up in

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I'VE GOT THIS recurring problem. well, okay, not just the one but i wont burden you with more than one for now. on a far too regular basis at all different times of day, the following happens: i. get. hungry. now, i'm guessing there's nothing too freakish about that (although i'm sure it is a condition of particularly high-frequency amongst bored telstra employees), but due to my lack of

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ACCORDING TO MY new this-diary-will-change-your-life, given to me yestereve by the ever fabulous mei-mei, this past weekend has been "family weekend". the instructions given were to: ~ celebrate my nearest and dearest by never leaving their side. ~ sleep in my parents' bed. ~ accompany my dear auntie to the lavatory (dunny probly would have been okay too, methinks). ~ hold my older

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WORKIN' HARD IN telstra land today...hmmm...what have we eaten? well, i had to start with a salada coz i was too late to eat brekkie at home (what's new?! ah! hang on, i'm selling myself short - i was busy getting our broadband back online, yah, that's imPORtant!) and too hungry to wait til playtime. saladas were followed by muesli & yoghurt, cranberry juice & coffee - NO, not toGETHer! the

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MY MISSION TODAY, should i choose to accept it (which i probably wont coz i can't be arsed), is to go through a list of pending orders three pages long. i am supposed to check whether these orders (dating back to november) have been processed yet. if they have, i cross them off. if not, i put a nice little tick next to them to indicate they're not yet done. ...what?! you want me actually to

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WHEN I GO away, there's only one thing that i really don't wanna leave behind (present company excluded, конечно). that one thing is not my bike. although i would dearly love to have that squeaky silver rust-bucket at my service in downtown k-burg city. neither is that one thing my big comfy bed. despite the daily delight and nightly relief if offers my cranky bones. and neither,

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I'D LIKE TO make an amendment, s'il vous plait. i just went for lunch and dagnabbit! it's HOT out there!! BUT BUt But but...i munched on a deee~bloody~lish $2.70 salad & cheese roll (with sunflower seeds on it!) as i reclined in a gloriously dappled with sunshine glade well okay, in a nice spot anyway, in the fitzroy gardens. read a bit of the most beautiful woman in town (the book,

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one word. disaster. OKAY SO MAYBE that's a leetle bit harsh but i tell ya what, being forty-five minutes late is highly UNrecommended when meeting someone for the first time regardless of how many "sorry i'm late" phone calls and text messages you shower them with. also highly UNrecommended, just in case you're curious, is bringing your sister, her two friends AND your two dodgy mates who

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SO SELF-CENTRED AM i at the moment, that i somehow managed to convince myself that the title of the waifs' song "london still" was actually "melbourne still"...it's not. but if it was it would neatly describe how i'm feeling. after the excitement of spending hundreds of dollars in a matter of minutes on friday, there's been a bit of a reality check going on in terms of all the stuff i need to do

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ON THE SUBJECT of honesty: i hereby promise to yooo, oh loyal reader, that i definitely will not lie in this blog but i may very well choose to keep things away from your pesky prying eyes! SO, please read this, if you so desire (!) with an awareness that it is but a slice of the scrumptiously divine and infrequently sour pie that is my life! aloha xx

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the nervous me: oh my farking god, i just booked a flight for 22nd of farking feb! is that way crazy?! the spontaneous me: crazy crazy cool is what that is!! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! HOW INSANELY SURREAL it was to be on the 112 tram, putting money in a ticket machine (and fares

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mr high jinks emailed this pic to me (and others) on new year's eve day. IF I'D SEEN it at the time i'm sure it would have made me feel less cynical than it makes me feel now. but maybe that's coz i was being overly optimistic about new year's anyway. there have been a few underlying shiteful things going on in recent times and i haven't made even a vague attempt to address them. this means,

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