I opened a box from Thailand at work today. Inside I found a letter. It read:
"Dear Sirs,
1x 8043 needs to be repaired before it is selt.
By the way, how long have you been writing to me?"
In a job as meaningless as mine is it's nice to see a little humour from a stranger-in a Joey Comeau kind of way.
I selected my units for my last semester at University of Canberra today. If I finish my degree in Melbourne I will have been to three schools in three years. Yeesh. I'm glad I left art school though. I somehow knew sound scapes of magpies weren't my calling...
I'm thankful all the hot cats are finally joining me at uni. It's about time! I can't wait to have afternoon beers with them as we move into Spring. I'm also incredibly excited to get back into my overpriced pens/spending excess $$$ on Moleskine journals addiction. It's sad how much I enjoy neat handwriting and taking notes.
I'm looking forward to going back, even if it means being in Belcompton on a weekly basis. I hope Laurence and Jacob don't shout their postcode at me everyday.
I started listening to Danielson again last night. I remember standing along the brick wall in a tiny venue in New York last year, in awe of the band's costumes and how warm the room felt. Nobody was rude, everyone stayed in their place and listened. It was the perfect way to spend the night before Christmas. I'm glad my Jersey friend Vince was there and that we saw Sufjan Stevens hop into a cab.
I particularly like the lines "bring on the fatted calf and let all have a feast. This son of mine once was dead, but now is alive again." It's probably more to do with the way his voice sounds with those words.
Now, what I am most grateful for is my lady pack. What good-looking humans with good, honest hearts.
&so many more.
Thanks for existing!
No comments:
Post a Comment