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Sufjan Stevens Christmas carols have become a staple of our family Christmas for the last few years. Today my brother, sister and I attempted live renditions at lunchtime of some of our favourites, replete with guitar, melodica, sleigh bells, many voices and a cacophany of percussion instruments. Thank goodness. I don’t think I could have listened even once more to the well worn Bing Crosby Christmas album that in the past was dusted off each Christmas anew by my enthusiastic but misguided mother.

Past has not passed…

I am currently digesting while listening to a James Blackshaw’s album named after one of my favourite books.

This is/has been an amazing Christmas.

  • My uncle made a surprise visit for Christmas. He lives in Sydney and I rarely get to see him. He’s so much fun and he really understands me. We always have so much to talk about. 
    Lewis gave me a Pentax Spotmatic with a flash for Christmas! I can’t wait to test it out. Dad said we have an old tripod hidden away somewhere downstairs
  • And my nanna bought me some brand new watercolours and a sketchpad!
  • So much amazing food!
  • A sunshower
  • My 14 year old cousin has started to take an interest in good music. (I know that’s subjective!) I’ve been waiting for this day to come for so long. Up until now her iPod has been crammed with the songs that fill the top forty on commercial radio. Today she asked me if I had any Sufjan Stevens albums and that she had heard Chicago and To Be Alone With You and really enjoyed them. There is always hope!!
  • I have met some of the most wonderful people in the last two months and I can’t imagine life without them now.

Merry Christmas everyone :)

Didn’t anybody tell you how to gracefully disappear in a room?

Secret Meeting by The National.

Soil creatures.

Someone ran over a possum outside our house. I just arrived home from band practise, and it was there in the middle of the road, three small pools of blood swirled around the poor creatures soft, limp body.

I didn’t want to leave it there… it didn’t seem right. Dad helped me move it into the backyard so we can bury it in the morning.

Poor little thing. I hope death came swiftly.

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Micachu and the Shapes - Vulture

Pure genius.

Consider the fact that there are ways of dying that don’t end in funerals. Types of
death you can’t smell.

Haruki Murakami - The New York Mining Disaster
Originally Posted By fuckyeahsufjanstevens

I write fiction. This is my first love. I’m working on a collection of stories right now. I draw as well. I’m not very talented, but I enjoy sketching. I used to go to a figure class at the art students league here in New York, but it got to be too much. I’m very possessive of my time. I do a lot of ‘domestic crafts.’ Sewing, knitting, crocheting, cooking. I make my own hats and scarves and sometimes I sew these ridiculous shirts with zippers. I went to Waldorf school, so this kind of thing is important to me. Also, photography. I know this sounds like bullshit, this list of stuff. But I really do love it. I had a dark room in college. I spent every weekend there, in the dark, alone. It was great. It’s important to have hobbies. Smoking is an important hobby, but it’s not very constructive.

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Working around older, incredibly conservative people in a cyclical environment and a job that is hopelessly repetitive has made this quote so much more meaningful over the last couple of months.

Working around older, incredibly conservative people in a cyclical environment and a job that is hopelessly repetitive has made this quote so much more meaningful over the last couple of months.

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