In the house of Beckett and Tristan on my first full day in Melbourne. Indoors almost the entire time, I made a quick burst to the shops in the AM for amenities (and yes I include baked beans to be among the essentials ). While it rained, I sat at a desk to the right of this record rack listening to Tristan's excellent record collection. The best setter of the morning mood was Jim O Rourke's Eureka. Then there was an earthquake I didn't feel. Carla and Jesse brought over baclava that was very sweet and redolent of their sweetness. I exquisitely grated parmesan over the exquisite kangaroo bolognese that Beckett made in my Norwegian sweater that has a hole in the armpit.
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however fun it is to visualize, last sentence is a bit clunky
The last sentence said it all, actually it should be the title of something
I'm fairly sure it has been used already as a Tortoise song title. Certainly Post-Rock.
Your hair is getting so incredibly crazy! I love it! Also, I miss you. Have a wonderful time in Australia.
Why thank you, french toast cupcake! I am getting it cut Thursday. Mostly I'm just really excited to be sitting in a barber chair for the first time in ages. Also I love and miss my Australian barber. An exciting week!
That's the best news! Lulu
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