I reckon the out of focus effects look a little like an oil painting, with that characteristic Richter wooziness.

Where are the best fish and chips near you?

Fishface serves up fish+chips for a pricey $15 on Darlinghurst Road, but it’s totally worth it.

Will this be your first tweeted festive season?

I’m tweeting my way through the ham, pudding and prawns season for the third time on Friday. But it’s friends/fam/eating/drinking, not tweeting.

What’s the best Christmas present Twitter could give you?

An easy way of managing multiple accounts?

Followers: quantity or quality?

Talking followers at xmas seems oddly appropriate – I’m happy both ways, if someone decides to follow my tweets, they’re quality in my book.

What is your favourite season-appropriate song?

I love doing xmas specials on my radio shows and have songs well and truly stockpiled. @wayneandwax’s heavy remix-mas is a fave.

It’s Christmas Night. You turn on the TV. What movie should be broadcast?

Flying High, Spinal Tap, Weekend at Bernie’s? Short attention span, a little stupid and definitely no xmas theme.

What is your attitude to office Christmas parties?

Office party a la Mad Men, with loads of booze, good looking colleagues and maybe a small fork lift? Yes, keen on those.

In 140 characters or less, what is the future of journalism?

“The future’s already here, it’s just unevenly distributed” (from @williamgibson)

If the Walkleys had a best tweeter category, who would you nominate?

The best tweeters are disarmingly frank, insightful, entertaining; @vasilikaliman is all that and deliciously bitchy about the art world.

Who is your favourite tweep?

It’s not so much the specific tweeters, but the back and forth collective flow of ideas. It’s all about scenes/community, you know?

Read the final cut, Twitter For World Governor 2010: 20 Questions, and now The Twitterati Speaks: 20 Questions at New Matilda. BTW I’m @fortunegrey.

Well this wasn’t like that. Despite it being a seriously life changing moment for many in this group of people from Afghanistan, Iran, Sudan and a host of other countries, it looked as though it couldn’t have been more boring for the dignitaries involved. The local MP, Laurie Ferguson, phoned in a mumbly speech – this is to an audience of non native English speakers – he projected boredom throughout the ceremony. Likewise, the mayor. The local reverend gave a sermon.

Fortunately, they were pretty much irrelevant when it came to meaning in this event. It’s a major milestone in the life of our good friend Jams, and it was pretty amazing to be there.

It was the ultimate fan gig, with the band playing in a tiny room, just metres away. When Redd Kross did an instore at Waterfront Records, I was blown away to hear them playing acoustic.

Hanging out there at Waterfront, or other Sydney record shops like Phantom or Red Eye, you’d sit cross-legged and squashed in on all sides, tucked between record stands, with dust a constant fixture. The people sitting around were most likely in bands or otherwise impossibly hip, but just by being there for these impromptu shows seemed like it lifted your standing somehow.

There were a couple of great instores at my friends Thommy Tran and Chris Wu’s shop Gifted, but they were packed – standing – and no wonder, with, from memory, Bill Callahan and Architecture in Helsinki.

I guess there are a million ways to get close to your favourite band these days, via a splatter of social media offerings, but hanging out in a tiny shop with a bunch of like minded heads was pretty great.

At this huge shop in Brisbane, all I could manage was a Patrick White and two children’s books (including one called Vic Meets Slapper by Eric The Red).

Listening to FBi outside of Sydney? Where are you? We’re curious! Email whereintheworld@fbiradio.com and let us know.

The result is this – you might need to toggle the zoom out a bit:

Explore the full version here. It’s just manual so far. But aims to be at least self-adding before long.

Having bookshelves that reach up to the ceiling is one of those life’s dreams – I’m almost too pleased with the way they turned out.

I love opening up my books to little discoveries of things I forgot to read or need to read again.

Two industrial sized fans blowing foam across the grass, while a host of photographers snapped shots, and a busker performed magic tricks – oh and the MCA served bright red snow cones.

Even with changes in media distribution, it still carries a hell of a lot of sway in exposing new acts and national exposure. So it’s no wonder people have a lot invested in the station.

Anyone who has followed music in Australia will have seen several rounds of people dismissing the station as selling/blanding out, but often in reference to the same periods – critics pine for the so-called golden era of the station in the ’90s, but while that era was playing out, the same sort of critics were pining for the freedom of the station in the ’80s.

Our memories are rose-tinted.

We find out about new music and think the source of that music is breaking new ground. You hear more and eventually exhaust that source – it can’t provide that depth AND provide for the broader audience. So you become a critic of the station or you listen to community radio and increasingly online options.

But whether or not Triple J cuts it musically isn’t my point. In fact, it’s got nothing to do with music.

I reckon one of the things the station does really well, is introduce a new way of operating to the rest of the ABC.

One of the things I like about Triple J is that because of its clear target audience, its presenters don’t get inculcated into the stuffy national broadcaster sound. They speak clearly, but like real people.

ABC GM Mark Scott tweeted recently that “All across the ABC I meet people who started at triple j.”

And as presenters like Steve Cannane and Fran Kelly move out into Radio National and ABC TV and the like – obviously a process that’s been happening a while – they’re taking with them quite a different audio aesthetic.

We put the call out on Twitter for 12 word stories, and got some good ones.

Sleepless night. Tired. But the day is too beautiful to waste. (@russki_fro)

The last thing she wanted was a scandal bigger than her own. (@brevity24)

Reading braille by the beach, granules beneath fingertips, her story ever changing. (@macleanbrendan)

Off to play scrabble in the park. Canvas is worth 11 points. (Blake Thompson)

Go on, jump, you’ll not bang your head. (@lynniferm)

Pigs love mud. Pigs have fun when they play in mud. (@judeekerick from Jett 7yrs old)

when i left at 6, it was snowing. on arrival it was sunshine (@urthboy)

she moved quietly through the dark rooms she could feel their presence. (@kutira)

Dear person who drained my bank account: I will find you. (@sophiemallam)

I dropped one of work’s portable phones down the toilet last night. (@cupcakeaimee)

“Look again!” he said. “Oh, I see it now,” I said. Ouch. (@anthonyjucha)

cornelius eyed off the TV remote. he sought change. flick. flick. change…. (@drbad)

Pretty great, right?

If you want to see Reif, he’s in Australia for the Melbourne Writers Festival and appearing at various bookshops and events (including tonight at Shearer’s Bookshop, Leichardt).