This blog belongs to the owner of my blue couch

For those of you who visited my flat in Adelaide, you may have sat on my blue couch. It was long and luxurious, very very comfortable and it went with all the colours of the room: yellow walls (later painted chalk white), the purple vista of my bedroom, green parklands. It belonged there so well that when I moved to Hobart I had the good sense to leave it behind. I even have Andrew's farewell ode to the flat on film, cut as one long take, that concludes with the camera on baby Rafi pushing his head up from the couch.

The couch itself was a loan, from friends who was storing it for the mysterious overseas dwelling acb, he who won the scrabble game NYE 2002 at fryer's old sydenham road house. Anyway, thanks to one of those adelaide friend of friend of friend media browsing things, I have realised that he is the author of null device, and it appears he is presently in the country... I do hope he agrees that you can take the kid out of Adelaide, but not the couch.

And yes, how did I locate null device? Typical overlapping sine 60 type connections:

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