The first five... released!

Writing letters to people is more time consuming than you might think. Particularly when it is not so much a “hey, so what did you do this weekend?” letter as a “hey, so you’re really important to me and here is just a small number of reasons outlining why” letter. I don’t write those ones quite so frequently. I thought it was necessary to keep the whole thing very personal, since everyone is getting a generic explanatory letter also, and I didn’t want it to feel like a freaking chain letter or something. “So, like, you know, pass this on to your ten best friends and you’ll have great sex for ten years!” Pffft. So I am making an effort to tell everyone there is a reason I picked them. And believe me, it’s an effort. It’s something I need to focus entirely on, and there are so many pretty distractions like podcasts and facebook and cookies and Wii and Ben, to keep me drifting from the task at hand.

But lookie! I’ve actually managed to complete - complete! – five sets of postcard-letter combos. Pow pow! And I’ve put them in envelopes and everything! With stamps on! And I’m going to put them in the mailbox! It is VERY EXCITING!

In case they get lost, go unanswered, or get mangled in the post, here are our first five lucky recipients:

KAT


CARLA


JAIMI


CASSIE


JAMES


I’ll keep you updated.

I love this photo.

Jacob and me, circa 2000. This was the night we decided to start a band.


I'm so glad I still have this photo, rather than it probably being destined for slow damp degeneration with the rest of the shots from this roll of film.

Hobo Spit - the breakfast of champions

Just checked the stats, and 3 people came here after googling "Carly Hollier" and 2 after "Jaimi Chivers". What are you guys up to, and what do you want with my friends?

I'm making progress, really I am. You can't hear my tone of desperation via the internet. By the way, a hobo spat in my face today on the way to work. Thanks Dirty Beardy Hobo! You really made my morning! So just in case anyone decides to challenge me to "be violated by the bodily fluid of someone who hasn't showered in 2 weeks", I can already tick that one off.

I'm not sure whether to read the postcards as they come in, or get Ben to collect them and give them all to me on my birthday. He is always home first, so it is a viable plan. I think it would make a pretty rad birthday present. But would I be disappointed if there were some missing? No, wait. I'm allowed to know when one has come in, and who it is from. Just not what it says. That's a good plan. See what happens when I type-think? More effective than regular thinking.

Yo. S'up.

You thought I'd gone, didn't you? Yes you did. Well, in a way, I did. I went to North Island NZ for a couple of weeks with Hubby-yo. It was pretty freaking awesome. Who knew that Super Mario Land was there?

So I didn't do much thinking about challenges and turning 30 and all that crap while I was over there. It was more "check out that awesome bird" and "where can I get some more wine?" and "how many more spa baths can we get away with having?" That kind of thing.

I got my craft box out this week and started gluing stuff onto bits of cardboard. I like to pretend that it signals progress. I have the same thoughts every time I hit a wall: namely that I don't have the photographs I need. Some of them I need to get from my Mum. I have a feeling it won't translate so well over the phone, so that involves writing her a letter. And if I'm going to take the time to send her something in the post, I might as well send her some photos from our holiday, since she doesn't have access to the internet or email (I say 'access' but I really mean 'inclination'. If technology was the equivalent of, say, some freakish wild animal pavillion where those with the know-how can indulge in contemporary dance pieces with tigers, my Mum would still be outside the tent hoping a bunny rabbit might hop out and give her a flower. A weird analogy, but it's Friday. Gotta celebrate the end of the week somehow). Anyway that would involve getting pictures printed. Also, many of the photos I need for the immediate project are under a house in suburban North Sydney, probably rotting. That's another story. Either way, I'm finding my 'progress' somewhere between 'just slow enough that it's kind of annoying' and 'just fast enough that I can feel good about myself'. It's a fine line.

Anyway. LCD are about to release a record and are already doing shows, so I better get that one sorted out. Smashton is about to get married. Some of the people on my list I haven't even managed to track down yet. Some of the photos are lost. This postcard thing is sketchy at best. And it is a bit sad that I don't even have any photos of myself with some of these people. Like, how did I get through so much of my life without having my photo taken with Ronda and Kim? It's strange.