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Monday. Michele off, Hayes in cash up, office to myself. Kept busy, lots of data, lots of entering. Talked to John about The Smiths, how I discovered them too late, when they'd already broken up. His passion for NIN reminds me of that (he was, what?, six years old when I was singing my heart out to Pretty Hate Machine with Carola in the VW bug in 1991!). But maybe it's not quite the same. I came home and listened to all The Smiths music I have on CD, which isn't much. Most of it is on cassette. This is a sad, scary admission. I ran three miles, listening to the Two Gallants. I think if John moves to San Francisco, those are the ones he needs to hook up with. Same tribe, close. A night in, watched some Netflix TV.
All of the young ones trying to escape Maine, the Maine winter. But the Maine winter is perfect, if winter is what you're looking for... Remember why you moved here?
What you once were isn't what you want to be anymore, sings Mr. Tweedy.
Chicken parmesan (made by the husband), a very friendly beastie, two friends, Arrested Development — these all make packing much easier
Arrested Development @ Pyramid Rock Festival, Phillip Island
Thursday December 30th, 2010
shot for The AU Review.com.au
© Rebecca Houlden 2010
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I got Flatness's roommate to take this picture after me and Flatness watched the last episode of Arrested Development I hadn't seen, so now me and Flatness have both seen the entire series. Flatness thought taking a picture was "the stupidest idea [he'd] ever heard", so he decided to start flicking off the camera.