- A self portrait of Vincent Van Gogh painted in 1887, in the form of a postcard I purchased at the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, is peering down at me from the top of my clutered desk. When I saw the original, I had just smoked my first joint in over a year, and while gazing into the painter's intense eyes, became quite convinced that, like Vincent, I would end up going mad. Not suprisingly, I almost never smoke pot any more.
- My flatmate, who no longer maintains his blog, is working in the loungeroom and watching/listening to a live gig by Morrissey on DVD: we just heard 'First of the Gang to Die'.
- I'm currently reading a book by Mike Evans entitled The Beats: From Kerouac to Kesey, an Illustrated Journey through the Beat Generation, and enjoying some of the rare images it contains but getting frustrated that the author doesn't footnote his many quotes and references.
- On a related note, I'm both proud and abashed to say that I own a UK first edition of Jack Kerouac's On The Road, published in 1958. It set me back several hundred dollars; were in the American first edition, it would have cost me several thousand dollars.
- My first boyfriend's name was Tim: we met at the Sarah Sands Hotel, during my serious young goth phase. Around that time I went to the beach with a group of friends, and while they splashed about and cavorted in the sun, I sat under a black umbrella, dressed in black from head to toe, probably labouring under the illusion that I looked fey and outre, as opposed to a bit of a dickhead.
- In primary school, my favourite colour was green.
- Our cats, when I was a teenager, were called Marmeduke, Fred and Fluffy-Bum, the latter named after the cat in a children's book by the late, lamented Spike Milligan.
- I almost never remember my dreams.
Now I tag D-U-P, Yarraville Paul, Born Dancin', Stop the World Mummy I Want To Get Off, Path of Most Resistance, A Wild Young Under-Whimsy, The Melburnian, and Dole Diary.
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