March 2000 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: Free your mind and your ass will follow
by oooon 26 Mar '00

26 Mar '00

hello everyone, i've decided that i'll write a lot now. since writing takes such a bluddy long time to do. it might help me accomplish my objective for the year 2000...new york city! ie. less time outside spending stupidly. i don't know yet what exactly i want to do once i got there. except kissing matthew. the rest i will know when i see the city. this week i'm tryin to bookkeeping my spending, to find out how to do it less. only to find out how hard it is to remember particularly what i've been doing in previous days. which leads to spending on vitamin pills to booze memory unit and music to help my brain rest and worry less. therefore, bookkeeping doesn't work. one morning i was dreaming that someone gave me a big heavy bag of brown wholesome rice, saying that eating this and you won't get cramp. i thought why would you gave me this? only to suddenly feel that my leg hurted a lot. so i had to wake up and found my right leg had a cramp. this happened just when i've decided that i'm going to gym and exercise. to prepare my muscle and strenght for the far traveling. as we're all well awared how much walking and other body moving required when you go abroad. it's such a shame to drop so easily last time. but then this cramp happened to me. so i have to think it over if it's a kind of sign tellin me not to go to gym or what. i miss TAG! Where are Yoooooooooooooooooooooooou? i bet Tag's been quiet trying to come up with what he will do to sinister village. sorry, in sinister village, i mean. oh sorry, that topic is all behind us now.. let's move on to THE NEW ALBUM. at first i didn't have any question with the title. until i found out that peasant is not the same word as peacock. speaking of cock, there're a family of them at the beach i went to last week. right in front of the bungalow i stayed where my friends were greeted by something we couldn't see. at this moment i'd like to take this opportunity to publicly think god and all sacred spirits out there for protecting me from being greeted. THANK YOU! i had a great time by the way. the beach was a lot of fun. it's such a lovely place to dance, under the full moon, the sand is warm, the food serves allnight, the half naked fire man spins fire, the sound of waves mixed with music, if only they played better music. but still there's lots of Abba and nice beachy stuff. bluddy hell i can't believe it's sunday night again. ugh oon xxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: what's in a name?
by Youn J. Noh 26 Mar '00

26 Mar '00

i'm tempted to give a semantic explanation for the oddness of the title. a superficial mental perusal of their discography and of song/album titles, in general, leads me to the conclusion that it's on account of it being a sentence. most song titles seem to be noun phrases, if one accepts that titles like 'going nowhere fast' are nominal gerunds. this is appropriate since the title names an object, albeit an abstract one. if the title is a sentence, especially an imperative one, the only way one can assign it a reference is by imagining a context in which it could be uttered. so stuart is challenging our imaginative resources: it's not an object, it's an entire context! if the rumour (please forgive me for calling it a rumour if it really is an established fact) that stuart found it in a bathroom stall is true, then it has the flavour of the piece of lore about David Bowie coming up with songs by picking words (or lines?) randomly. sort of John Cage-ish, like (here i'm pretending to be well informed about things i don't necessarily know that much about - i saw an exhibit once, which was really neat, but that's about it)? i think it's ok to think of the titles in and of themselves. i would never have imagined that 'the boy with the arab strap' would be my favorite song, the only one i really like, in fact, on that album, based on the title. and even if you don't like felt, wouldn't you have to agree that their song titles are amazing? but 'judy is a dick slap' is awful, sounds misogynistic, even though i don't know what 'dick slap' means. on the plane i read _the rachel papers_ by martin amis, which was really good. don't you always find yourself liking earlier works better than later ones, with books and with music, though in the case of music, it might take a few releases, i guess cos it's easier to put out records than get published? even though it was supposed to be from the 70's, it didn't sound that dated - only the fact that he kept on calling everyone a hippie. so the 60's were perpetually out of favor thereafter, i gather. but on the sheet of 60's stamps i got, the barbie in a pillbox hat is really cool. cheers, youn +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: drunk, and laying outside on the lawn, really, there's an end to this...
by Robyn Fadden 26 Mar '00

26 Mar '00

um, yes, list, there is sadness afoot on the cdn west coast, But perhaps it is sadness you can relate to. perhaps not. here is the story, i will make it descriptive like the teachers say to do: i've got my looper/flaming lips ticket in the pocket of my shiny grey pants, i've got my pink t-shirt, i've got shiny hair. i've got the bus downtown. all is well. i arrive at the commodore ballroom, recently handed over in management to skanks and assholes who take their jobs "seriously" and have decorated the once amazing club in a not-quite-funky, but nice and non-offensive way (fuck beige). and i check my coat. i sit down w/ friend and drink. and stare at a pulsing screen on stage. then some band comes on. they are called the beans. they are okay, i enjoy in the way someone enjoys something that comes before one of one's favourite things. then i wait a little more. then i move towards the stage. which is being set up for the flaming lips. lights pulse, some guy sets up a ladder and does something in the rafters. a pattern of sound comes up from the crowd, and i listen to it, discover a number of patterns. without headphones because they ran out of those. and without looper t-shirt because they didn't bring t-shirts across the boarder. then flaming lips come on. they throw confetti on the crowd. it is like snow. but i am confused. i did not read the signs out front. i am covered in confetti. looper did not get past the border. or something. or whatever. they are not playing. i know not everyone likes looper. i like looper. i have to admit my sadness. and the sadness of others, sitting back in the club, spending their looper t-shirt money on double rye and cokes. i have a conversation with the bartender who, like all good bartenders, understands my sadness, asks my name and shakes my hand. it's what it's about. the confetti is bound to become a soggy mess in my hair in the shower; it's imbedded. i stay anyway. i feel like a kid, all spoiled, and think i should enjoy myself, but it's really much more like i just broke up mutually with a boyfriend of two to three months. a sadness you know you'll get over, but still, it could have been good, it could have been a lot of things. mm. i had to tell someone. you know it. i'll be better soon. i'm no critic, i'm fully subjective. i didn't hate it, i stayed, i kept the beat, i thought about music. then i said, fuck. at least i smelled good, expensive perfume from the day's excursions into posh stores. rah! and rah! glamour! my lipstick wore off fast... o-kay, it's fine. i'm o----kay. there was a gong. someone kept saying "smash!" But i kept standing still with confetti on my shoulders, thinking about snow days, playing supermariobros all day in 1988. so that's the long way round to the end of this message, but radio escapade is now playing smiths "last night i dreamt...", oh fuck, yeah, it's like the music at a film's credits, except it's my night. it's not my life though, getting down to brass tacks, dick slaps, it's an old story. sorry, i'm a sentimental fool. it'll all be fine in a few days, it all comes back to you in the end... please, enjoy looper double for me if you see them. and, oooh, how can one not be happy when canada has a new political party? the "small c conservatives"! kiss my ass, politics, i laugh in your face. but really, honestly, phew, it's life, so love, Robyn ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden(a)yahoo.com Vancouver, BC __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: drunk and laying outside on the lawn, robyn the loongirl...
by Robyn Fadden 26 Mar '00

26 Mar '00

um, yes, list, there is sadness afoot on the cdn west coast, But perhaps it is sadness you can relate to. perhaps not. here is the story, i will make it descriptive like the teachers say to do: i've got my looper/flaming lips ticket in the pocket of my shiny grey pants, i've got my pink t-shirt, i've got shiny hair. i've got the bus downtown. all is well. i arrive at the commodore ballroom, recently handed over in management to skanks and assholes who take their jobs "seriously" and have decorated the once amazing club in a not-quite-funky, but nice and non-offensive way (fuck beige). and i check my coat. i sit down w/ friend and drink. and stare at a pulsing screen on stage. then some band comes on. they are called the beans. they are okay, i enjoy in the way someone enjoys something that comes before one of one's favourite things. then i wait a little more. then i move towards the stage. which is being set up for the flaming lips. lights pulse, some guy sets up a ladder and does something in the rafters. a pattern of sound comes up from the crowd, and i listen to it, discover a number of patterns. without headphones because they ran out of those. and without looper t-shirt because they didn't bring t-shirts across the boarder. then flaming lips come on. they throw confetti on the crowd. it is like snow. but i am confused. i did not read the signs out front. i am covered in confetti. looper did not get past the boarder. or something. or whatever. they are not playing. i know not everyone likes looper. i like looper. i have to admit my sadness. and the sadness of others, sitting back in the club, spending their looper t-shirt money on double rye and cokes. i have a conversation with the bartender who, like all good bartenders, understands my sadness, asks my name and shakes my hand. it's what it's about. the confetti is bound to become a soggy mess in my hair in the shower; it's imbedded. i stay anyway. i feel like a kid, all spoiled, and think i should enjoy myself, but it's really much more like i just broke up mutually with a boyfriend of two to three months. a sadness you know you'll get over, but still, it could have been good, it could have been a lot of things. mm. i had to tell someone. you know it. i'll be better soon. i'm no critic, i'm fully subjective. i didn't hate it, i stayed, i kept the beat, i thought about music. then i said, fuck. at least i smelled good, expensive perfume from the day's excursions into posh stores. rah! and rah! glamour! my lipstick wore off fast... o-kay, it's fine. i'm o----kay. there was a gong. someone kept saying "smash!" But i kept standing still with confetti on my shoulders, thinking about snow days, playing supermariobros all day in 1988. so that's the long way round to the end of this message, but radio escapade is now playing smiths "last night i dreamt...", oh fuck, yeah, it's like the music at a film's credits, except it's my night. it's not my life though, getting down to brass tacks, dick slaps, it's an old story. sorry, i'm a sentimental fool. it'll all be fine in a few days, it all comes back to you in the end... please, enjoy looper double for me if you see them. and, oooh, how can one not be happy when canada has a new political party? the "small c conservatives"! kiss my ass, politics, i laugh in your face. but really, honestly, phew, it's life, so love, Robyn ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden(a)yahoo.com Vancouver, BC __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: SPINISTERINES
by Velocity Girl & Lleweth 25 Mar '00

25 Mar '00

After a long day at work, Laura Llew and Velocity Farewell are having a nice cup of strawberry tea while lounging on the patio of their house which is situated next to their art bookstore ... Velocity: So Laura... I saw this guy yesterday... you know, the one with the floppy hair and the cords... he looked so nice! eventho' he doesn't look much like a mod and you know I love mod boys... still, he looked so cute...there was something about his eyes... I can't really define it... youthink that we still have a chance to escape our spinisterinity? *velocity sighs and passes the lemon cookies over to Laura... Laura: Him??? Oh dearie. Don't you know that he's the boy who is addicted to the telly? Now, I know what you're going to say - that you saw him purchasing a canvas and you had hopes that he was artistic. I must warn you though,all he paints are shirtless portraits of Ben Stein. They practically cover that entire hovel that he calls an apartment. And I'm not just saying this because he's blonde and detests the Pixies. Velocity: What? are you serious Laura? detests the Pixies... mmmm maybe he's a mod after all... haha... Laura: A boy who doesn't like The Pixies really isn't a boy at all, Is he? Of course, those who do like the pixies are a bit 'cocky'. Why once I asked the village santa Richard Pushong what his favorite pixies' song was. He said "Mine's Gigantic". *Laura raises an eyebrow and takes a sip of Strawberry tea* Vel: No, he didn't!! "mine's gigantic"? I wonder... *smiles in a devious way raising her left eyebrow* Laura: Talking about sizes and... you know. I find it disconcerting how B&S just 'pop up with this Dick Slapping thing. It seems 'hard to believe that it came from no where and I'm trying to see how I missed the signs. Vel: "missed the signs"?? I mean, what did you expect? what kind of signs? Oh Laura... I've just thought of...oh never mind...*Vel starts laughing hysterically while Laura's trying to remain serious and continue the conversation* Laura: I hope it doesn't mean that the band changes. Vel: I think the band had it with everyone... they just wanted to shock people... shocking is good... you know how many art movements used it as their battering ram? really, I can't see anything wrong at it... Laura: Just now it's only Stuart David who's abandoned ship but with this change there's no telling who else will be next. Of course, we don't have to worry about Isobel leaving. Can you see her getting off that big bum of hers? Plus, it's obvious to me that Stuart Murdoch can not be my cabana boy. Things are off between us. No he will not touch me..... He will not touch me in the car. He will not hit on me in the bar. He will not croon in the house and he SO will not go up my blouse. He will not kiss me here or there, he will not slap anything anywhere!* Velocity: Hmm... at least Isobel has ambitions... at least she's going for it... not like us, sitting here, gossiping about everyone and everything, pretending we're a perverse Dr. Seuss and drinking "strawberry tea"... we're hopeless... we are... I know we have decided never to marry and remain the sinister-spinsters forever, but sometimes... it's so hard... I wish I had someone to tell me "don't leave the light on baby"... But for now, long live the spinisterines! +------------------------------------------------------------------+ +--------+ Brought to you by Spinister Sinister +---------+ The herbal tea drinking, mad crocheting single girls who spread ramblings, good will, literary lists, and afghans to the masses. +-+ "Dubious Duo of Duende Dowagers" "Curious Couple of Cuties" +-+ +-----+ "Paramount Pair Of Paradisical Paradox" +-----+ +--+ "Spinisterines are a bit finicky." - Gleek the Space Monkey +--+ +------------------------------------------------------------------+ ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: lets do it like they do on the discovery channel
by The Narrow Wizard 25 Mar '00

25 Mar '00

hi folks it's me and the parrot here, we decided to post up a poem sooner rather than later as the parrot wants to keep moving, young Rupert keeps trying to get in touch with him for some money. in between looking for poems we decided to go shopping and I listened to the fonda 500 album in Virgin. I thought it sounded great and the parrot who was on my shoulder said he liked what he could hear seeping out of the headphones, so there you have it two list people recomemding the album in one post, I just wish that the bank would sort out my overdraft so that I can buy a copy. Anyway onto the poem it's Rudyard Kipling, one of the "Just So Verses", and was brought to mind by a particularly annoying girl who came round to see me when she was drunk the other night, she kept asking lots of really annoying questions. I keep six honest serving-men (They taught me all I knew) Their names are What and Why and When And How and Where and Who. I send them over land and sea, I send them east and west; But after they have worked for me, I give them all a rest. I let them rest from nine till five, For I am busy then, As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea, For they are hungry men. But different folk have different views. I know a person small- She keeps ten million serving-men, Who get no rest at all! She sends 'em abroad on her own affairs, From the second she opens her eyes- One million Hows, two million Wheres, And seven million Whys! Mmmm I liked that, hope you did too, perhaps I should send a copy to the girl who brought it to mind, then again maybe not, she might think it's sweet of me to send her poetry. Well the poetry parrot says that he's sick of this bloody Scotish weather and so he wants to go somewhere a little warmer. He's of to Greece to see the muse of poetry herself Kaliope, it's warm there, hard for little Rupert to get in touch with him, and if he's really lucky he may be able to persuade Kalls to share some of her own poetry with us. well it's goodbye from me and SKWARRK from him. love and ham sandwiches owen and the poetry parrot With that the narrow wizard waggled his bushy eyebrows and disappeared in a flash of blue flame leaving behind only a faint smell of cinnamon +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Easter bunnies - they're at it like rabbits
by Mark 25 Mar '00

25 Mar '00

HOwdy all, No more posts either way for a month, as I'm going home for Easter. I'll miss you all, and I look foward to coming back to a clogged up mailbox - I recon there'll bve close to 1000 mails to deal with. WOOHOO!!! If anyone sees someone who looks like an extra from the Smiths walking around looking lonesome at all tomorows parties, My names Mark and I dont bite (much) so say hi :-) LOve and HUgs, Mark xxx +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: wasn't this table much higher yesterday?
by Linus 25 Mar '00

25 Mar '00

Good morning, sinisters. I just came out of the nursery and thought I should try to tell you all a brief story about a 19-year-old, swedish student called Linus and from who's point of view i tend to experience life in general. For the time being, I had to ditch my drama/theatre course at the university here in Lund where I live to go and serve my country. Since I am an extremely nice and pacifistic person I didn't really appreciate the thought of weapons and killing and other gruesome thingies the military likes. Anyway, since I have a way of talking myself out of trouble they sent me home and put me in a school where they teach us like psychology and stuff. It's a long story... =) Anyway, I know there was a post a couple of days back that I wanted to reply to, but of course I forgot what it was... It probably had some dick slapping in it, though. Let's settle with that, ok? I really have to go now. I wish you all the best. L. ------------------------------------- Linus Rundberg (linus(a)rockar.lite.nu) ICQ: 1477980 KGB is watching you. ------------------------------------- +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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by The Vicar 25 Mar '00

25 Mar '00

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Sinister: graphic porn, free pimms and world peace
by Harry Hunt 25 Mar '00

25 Mar '00

Today, the day before, lots of days previous, I've tried to shrink the amount to which I care what people think. About me, about the way I dress, act, sound, etc. Smell, that's different, smelling nice is dignity, not pride. See, I always thought of myself as *reasonably* radical, I try to provoke a reaction, a pebble without a cause. It's completely pointless and self destructive, trying to please ANYONE. Pleasing individuals for fun and profit is different, but trying to be generally acceptable, or un-noticeable, is a trait that irks me. I may well not be making sense, but to some extent, I'm really talking to myself, thinking aloud. It's a social thing. I try to look different, yet still I find myself placing restrictions, and still avoiding conflict and prominence. I want to be seen, but coincidentally, I suppose. There are so many things I think I enjoy, that I wouldn't think TWICE about doing if I didn't have someone to SEE me DO it. Actually, I don't know where this is going, but it's almost cogent, so I'll release it. (said Noel Gallagher) Love Harry +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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