January 2001 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: words found in the vacuum cleaner
by gogron 06 Jan '01

06 Jan '01

Hello I haven't posted in a bit. Good to see Oranges and Sunset in the in-tray! Christmas I spent ill in bed. New Year I was on my own. I wrote some lines in the first fifteen minutes of 2001: Opening the black lid, Keys for E minor (and added chromatics). A dying note sustained into midnight, *exactly* midnight:- Walking upstairs to the new silence and it's 00:01 on 01/01/01 I open the window:- no cars on the snowy road, just glassy drips of melt-water; cathedral bells from the valley; the thunder of distant fireworks: Fireworks glowing green, pink, blue across a low-soft sky, or bursting into glitter... all the people setting these things off along the north-western horizon behind a dark embrace of woodland and forest hugs deer and sleeping birds and the watchful owls' eyes in the 21st century. I have entered (cheated in) the adverb competition -ly. I just purchased some obscure music to give me feelings of credibility. 'Sexy World' by the Yummy Fur. It's got a Japanese woman on the cover and a Korg MS10 on the back. I always wanted a Korg MS10. I also bought a single by Bridget Storm cos it's got a sketch by the Futurist architect Constant on the cover. As for the music, well... it'll probably grow on me. I'm a sucker for synthesizers. Erm.. right ok... Is that it? Ok 'cut!' it's a wrap... Gordon +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: this is where all the hard work sacrifice and painful scaldings pay off - Homer
by chris perriman 06 Jan '01

06 Jan '01

happy new year! someone wrote:- if you havent already got the kathryn williams cd (little black numbers) then i cant emphasise enough how good and wonderful and beautiful it is.....if you buy a copy and dont like then you can come round my house and poke my eyes out with a pointy stick....and thats as good a recommendation as i can give.... and i agree wholeheartedly. one of my bestest friends bought me it for krimbo and it's fab. i also got the new godspeed...! one, david holmes's new one and the geometrid by looper coz i heard mondo 77 on the radio a few months back and really liked it. my sister got the badly drayn boy album but i just thought it went on and on and strummed a bit too much, and i really liked him live, he had loads of energu but it didn't come through on cd, on frasier, why is daphne from manchester while all her brothers are dick van dyke style cockneys? sorry to mike W for not spotting you at the gig even though you said you'd wear a b&s t-shirt but i'd forgotten that till later. our little geordie sinister get together was a bit of a flop i suppose. my friend's band were the last ones on and they were a bit rubbish so don't worry about slagging them off we went to stone love (local indie night) after and walked along the banks of the tyne in the snow to get there, i drank heavily from bottles of grolsch (which tastes like pish but was cheap) and ended up outside at 3am offering everybody to a snowball fight and then got pelted with a few hundred snowballs from all directions and fell on my arse twice.;) i heard a nick drake tune on a bbc2 gardening show yesterday, but i carnt remember which one. new year was good but i got drunk (again) and ended up snogging my ex girlfriend who was also drunk and proceeded to accompany her and her friends to whitley bay (about an hour's train ride from where we were) but she was nearly sick and went home so i went to a friends house and we stayed up till 6 talking about mogwai and slint, which was nice. we have since talked and apoligised to each other and we're friends again. (the ex, not the mogwai/slint friend. although me and him are still friends.(shut up i hear you cry)) how do you pronounce aislers set? i think it's ay-slers set but my friend read it as i'll-ers set (as in supermarket aisle) anybody? it was my band's gig on thursday and it went SHITE. i was bunged up with flu, the PA kept feeding back so my mic was turned off at the monitors so i couldn't hear myself and promptly sang out of tune, my guitar's volume kept changing itself, the minidisc player containing the drumloops died in the soundcheck and the replacement cd player's battery ran out so we cut the set short and performed the last song without drums but our hearts wern't in it anymore so we cut that short aswell and left. i felt like smashing my guitar but it wasn't mine so i couldn't (but that would have been quite fun) ALSO my turntables had to be set up on a pub table so the records kept jumping everytime someone walked past to the toilet and i nearly throttled one of my friends for which i apoligised afterwards and everybody i swore at. rachel(my ex girlfriend from a couple of paragraphs ago, remember?) calmed me down and we all went to stone love (again) and i started my new year's resolution to start drinking vodka again (i stopped two years ago after a mate spent 2 days in hospital coz of it and it put me off, but he still drinks it so why shouldn't i, he has since drank 16 doubles in a single night but i digress) at foundation everybody started snogging everyone else but the only person who came on to me was seth, my extremely gay friend who didn't get any i'm pleased to say (but he is working his way through all my straight friends so i'm getting worried.) skip this bit if you want, if you've got *this* far i'm surprized anna was snogging bobby who last week was snogging lisa but lisa was snogging peter who fancies jane who nearly split up with michael coz she'd snogged 3 other boys while they were together, peter, me, and jonesy, who is lucky to still be seeing cath (after she found out about him and jane). cath's best friend karen was snogging simon coz her ex left her for a 27 year old but then came sniveling back. he was snogging hannah (sister of rachel and used to go out with peter) so karen hit hannah then paul but later apoligised to hannah through me. i got away with snogging jane a couple of months ago coz i didn't know she was seeing michael so it was her fault in case you are wondering. this all happened on the dancefloor while the only ones who wern't snogging were me and rachel and we just stood and laughed at the complexity of it all. and i got completely slabbed on vodkaredbulls (thanks to ken for reminding me of its vast medicinal powers) d'you like the word SLABBED? i invented it myself. the vodka didn't do much good for my flu though and i had to take friday off college and stay in bed wit a temperature and no voice listening to belle and sebastian (i knew i could squeeze some content in somewhere) but now i have more content, my friend cath spotted dog on wheels, lazy line... and 3 6 9... for 2 pounds each on vinyl in a shop in leeds so is getting them for me, i'm so happy ! ^-^ that's quite a long mail for me but i haven't written in a while i love you all, you get me through pez* _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: THANK YOU FOR THE MUSIC...:)
by Kin WOO 06 Jan '01

06 Jan '01

hi there-just a short note to say thanx to all those who gave me advice re:burning from tape to cd-that is to say Pample Mousse, Kim and my old trading buddy Lawrence Mikkelsen. haven't tried it out yet but will and if all fails will come crawling back to ask for more help! ok thanx again peeps! seeya Kin Woo "What's the deal? Take a pill!"- Cordelia Chase +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: the last thing you need first thing in the morning, rant number 3
by IsabelLark＠aol.com 06 Jan '01

06 Jan '01

I think that I am so vehemently against religion because it was forced on me as a child. I rarely have anything to do with anything that goes along with it, nor do I anticipate any change. I have vowed never to get married, though secretly I find it terribly romantic. It's an outdated institution, and I don't especially want to seek out the courts approval should I ever want to separate. I hate it for all the expectations and hesitations. However, I hate myself more for not being able to accept things at face value. To laugh sensitively, to genuinely not know anything different. To be so clear headed. Ah! what a life that must be. The irony of asking to become that way after truly knowing better. Frankly, who would I ask? And anyway Jesus. Why won't you be more fucking adamant, if you know something that I don't? Is it fair that you're so vague and indecisive all the time? Frankly, be glad you came when/if you did. Today wouldn't have been nearly as successful for you. Though I might have listened. It could have been me and you, Jesus. Me and you. Walking around, kings of the town. Eye people doing wrong and swiftly point uttering "god damn it" sure people would have thought we had tourettes syndrome or something...but whatever. We would have made a fine couple. A fine couple indeed. It would be you, the vicar, and me, the hypocrite. You the innocence, and me the fact. The finest display of "good cop...bad cop" the world has ever seen. There has always been a thin line between the two, you know. And you were probably into painting lines as a child even. How good are you at erasing them? Anyway, this is too much to continue on with. I wondered about some of the posts that I have been reading lately. Some very good (you know who you are) some not so good (you don't.) but always the fear that you're offending someone or bothering someone...or too shy to do anything but lurk. I don't especially understand that. The wonderful thing about this is that it doesn't matter. We all have a simpatico (the list itself, music, movies) so where is the fear? We are virtually friends...and even more importantly no one knows who you are, unless, of course, you have told them, but chances are they liked you, eh? Maybe my biggest problem is that I don't consider other peoples opinions hardly ever. I just say anything...and I don't care what any of you think about me. It could hardly be worse than things that have crossed my very own mind at one time or another. "I became accustomed to a kind of social servitude that no one, I mean, no one could accept what I have become" or whatever. "Sorry doesn't seem to wash when there's truths around that I have quashed and no one, I mean no one, can depress me more than I can." I would like to sign a waiver now...if you would all allow me to, that is. I am loaded on cough syrup..I am sick today. I am dillusional. but I can only hope to regret anything that I have written...at least I would know (and so would you) that I cared. I truly want to. I want to be one of those girls already. One of those girls that just sighs and laughs. One of those girls that waits...one of those girls that (dare i say it) stands by her man, her god, her beliefs, her hair. Heh. Ah. what a life that must be. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: a mile and half on a train takes a long time
by Sunset . 06 Jan '01

06 Jan '01

So, I'm sitting on a train packed full of people "rallying round". Snow sits on the ground and the train being the sensitive type is feeling unwell and does not wish to move just now. This is the third time it has stopped. Lancaster station at 7.00 in the evening is not particulary intersting place to be. Especially not for two hours. People are generally bemused, offering round squashed sandwichs, cans of warm beer and taking advantage of the complimentary tea and coffee. I am fiddling with my walkman. It doesn't work. I study my collection of carefully recorded B&S albums and EPs mournfully. Sequentially trying to remeber the words and tune in my head. It passes the time. Opposite me sit an oldish couple, surrounded by bags and coats, who tell me about their previous journey to their daughters. "the train was on time all the way..." They proceed to list each station along the route correcting one another until they return to doing the crossword puzzle. Next to me sits a girl with a nut allergy. She has a walkman on. It seems to be working. My bag rings, or rather my mobile rings, I hadn't realised it was switched on. My bag is lodged between other cases above my head. I am stuck in the inside seat sandwiched between old couples and girls with nut allergies. Other people don't know who the phone belongs to so I let i ring. I look around the carriage for the owner of the annoying phone. but I think the redness in my cheeks could be enough to convict me. The commuter type man behind me complains loudly about the phone. I am thankful to him becuase people now look knowingly towards him and my red cheeks remain unnoticed. By some miracle the train moves forward once more. People cheer reservedly. My walkman still refuses to work... Ok that was my first post and stuff... _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail 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 +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: National Be Nice To Jules Week
by Mikey 06 Jan '01

06 Jan '01

Hullo, I have a plea chaps: No doubt many of you know and remember Jules Markham, who until recently was a treasured sinistereen and who is the best most perfect girlfriend I could ever have hoped for. Well on New Years Day her flatmates psycho boyfriend tried to attack both her and I, so we packed the car and scarpered. As a result, Jules is currently homeless, living on a sofa in Sheffield. She can't stay with me too much because I, for now, live in a university flat. So part one of the plea is to send messages of love, support and general happy vibes to littleblackfox(a)hotmail.com. This is important I know because I've spend most of today comforting her, as she's quite upset. Part two of the plea is that if any Sheffield sinistereens are looking for a flatmate, or know someone who is, then please please email either me or her, she's quite desperate and she can't find a place anywhere. She's still looking for work but I have loads of student loan left so the rent would be paid and everything. Also, she's incredibly lovely and is the best cook ever. If anyone can help I will become your bestest friend and Jules will give you a big warm hug. I don't think this counts as list abuse, since it's a sinisterette in crisis, but in case it is: Sorry. All my love, Mikey :o) +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: the long and short version tied into one.
by IsabelLark＠aol.com 06 Jan '01

06 Jan '01

And so here it is, another rant. Well, I walk in and its as cold as a cube outside, so naturally everyone comments. I agree with a nodding half smile...and immediately put on my disinterested face. You know the one where you try like mad to look like you don't even realize that other people are in the room with you? You are sandwiched between things that touch your soul (or whatever on you gets touched) more than anything...and yet you struggle with pretentious looks and perfecting them. It's a business, to be sure. Buying records is a serious business and no cute counter boy looking at me, disinterestingly, looking at him disinterested is going to come between that. No matter how clever his remark on the weather. And so it begins. I can't even be sure what it was I was looking for...and I usually don't even know until I am out the door what I got. I start with the cheap stuff...the used, abused, and scratched CDs...the ones that go for under 10. I never have any luck there, but it doesn't deter my efforts. I head for my eye squinting thumb walk through A to Z. In this trip, however, I was just getting past Aerosmith (not really this shop doesn't carry that sort of shite.) and heading for Air Supply when I stumbled across Air Miami. I hadn't really heard it, but per my tape trading with the New Yorker...I knew they were good. and plus I knew that they were former members of Unrest. You are so seemingly fond of them...so Air Miami couldn't be all bad. I pulled it out and sat it to the side. And on to the B's. In the B's there were the usual CDs...Bjork, Beastie Boys...all the ones that support my theory and argument that only ever comes up when I am drunk. Oddly enough that's the only time that it's persuading to anyone. I always know what I am trying to say...it's just getting the words to support it correctly. Anyway, I would go on about my theory of outgrowing music, etc., but I haven't had a drop to drink this evening, so I am going to skip this entirely. So, I am in the B's...and there is Black Heart Procession for a more than reasonable rate. I take it out and sit it to the side with the Air Miami. I continue on and on...and reach the Y's, where I find Yo La Tengo no less "and then nothing turned itself inside out" I mean short of Yanni...what else would I find in the Y's? So now it is atop Air Miami and Yo La Tengo. I wonder briefly about the fool who sold it or traded it or whatever. and I worry that I will run into him at some cozy little bar one night. He will come on to me...I will be flattered...we will go to his place and there will be no Yo La Tengo...I will be forced to confirm him the idiot that sold such a great piece of music. Doesn't he know that CD is special to me? I will be forced to dump him before we ever get started...the bastard! Now I can't stop thinking about who this person is and how I can avoid him...wasn't so brief afterall, eh? So I made it through the "used" and figured I had done enough damage to my wallet for one evening. I did see a GBV box set...thought about you. A good enough excuse since the only photo I have of you is in one of their shirts...and you like them so well. However, I didn't think you deserved it...or was it that I didn't deserve to give it to you? Anyway, I didn't even inquire, but I bet that you would have found it very cool. I talked about blocking the parking lot for a free concert for the fans of music with Chad, counter boy extraordinaire. He is different from the disinterested one. He is the owner, and full of ulterior motives. Anyway, we talked about how great that would be...and it would be great. We talked about me opening a little coffee shop next door and then a mutual friend of ours that has seemingly fallen off the face of the earth. I glanced around for that blasted silly trojan horse box set that you joked about last time we were there together. I thought it would be good for a memory...maybe even a smile, but it was gone. I fear that the same boy that sold the Yo La Tengo used his profits to purchase that box set. I have got to stay away from that nut. I would have asked Chad about it, but I feared even more that it would confirm his notions that I was in fact the nut...I don't need that. The other counter boy stayed ever so true to his look of disinterest. Frankly, I had genuinely grown disinterested in him and his phony looks, so it was nothing to me by then. I explained some things to Chad. He smokes a lot of weed, but I think he got it. I want to put in a couple of days a month on trade for music with him. We talked about this great lounge that I discovered on Saturday. Apparently I was the only one...but I don't get out much, so thats my excuse. Anyway, I only thought of you about 86 times on my trip to the record store...I really feel like I am making progress.-A +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Influenza: a dirge for accordion and vinegar
by Will Porter 05 Jan '01

05 Jan '01

Alright, it's like this, see: Lisa (I think it was one of them anyway) said something ages ago and I'm only just now getting around to having something to say about it. It was something about boys and hangovers and how the former should come with their own distinct brand of giddiness and intensity and all that, the inevitable pasing of which leaves one gasping and throbbing--perhaps even a little swollen--in the throes of the latter. Either one of the Lisas said it or someone else said it or I made it up entirely, but that's what I'm talking about (I'd look it up, but you'd be amazed by the sheer volume of results one gets when searching the archives for "boys" and/or "hangover". It's a wonder anything else gets discussed around here). Now then: It's an interesting notion in a series of steps: 1. a furious passion that sits in your belly and wakes you at intervals and won't let you not feel a little like you're going to explode. 2. a briefly soaring satisfaction (no, satisfaction is too commonplace... maybe rapture) 3. an extended black-eyed aching This peaks-and-valleys business is not lost on me; it is my opinion that contrast and loss are responsible for (respectively) vividness and posession in a kind of Wallace Stevensy sort of way. But I'm losing my tolerance for hurting, and I've never packed much punch, myself, as far as inducing the wingless flight that I'm (quite uneffectively) talking about. Being a boy, I mean. And not being particularly propulsive as far as lofty metaphorical heights go. Which is why I started talking about this in the first place. I guess I really haven't got a point about that. Things have changed since last time I wrote. I live in New York now. I'm an actual librarian instead of an aspiring one. I am glad to be out of Texas. I am not so glad to have left Oregon again, though that is not to say I am unhappy in New York. I was listening to _Memories of Love_ last night, and I had forgotten that "The You You Never Knew" even existed and it surprised me in a very pleasant sort of way. As for belle and sebastian, it has been only about 18 months since I first heard them (about 17 and a half months since I owned everything they'd ever put out), but I don't think I've ever managed to not be surprised by them on a single listening since, as I found out again (I discover it every time) just the other day. Sweet dreams, Will Porter +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Meow, Meow, Meow, I want chicken, I want liver...
by Histrianic＠aol.com 05 Jan '01

05 Jan '01

My director looks like a mouse. Whenever I run into her, I think that. Recently, my aquaintance has told me that she has an overwhelming desire to sing that song to my mousy director whenever she runs into her. I thought that was interesting. I should be doing my math work right now. Except that I have no desire to do so. I have an overwhelming craving for something good, not to eat, maybe, but just for something. I think this syndrome is called "dissatisfaction". I have many complaints. I have so many complaints about my life that I cannot even remember them all. However, tomorrow is Saturday, and I get to have rehearsal for my own play that I am directing. I have two more classes today, English and Chinese. Those two classes are fun. I love English, and my Chinese teacher is absolutely adorable. I have a Hemingway freak as my English teacher, but he sounds like a very interesting guy. Here is a conversation he carried with my friend: Emily (my friend) is walking down the hall with a copy of The Old Man and The Sea, by Mr. Ernest Hemingway himself. Mr. Ott (my English teacher) walks up to her. Mr. Ott: Is that *gasp* "The Old Man and The Sea"? Emily: (baffled) Yeah. Don't you already have like ten copies? Mr. Ott: Yes, but I don't have one with THAT cover! Mr. Ott proceeds to try buying the book from Emily. She refuses. Yes, he's a Hemingway freak... I will go attend to my math homework now. Mr. Wolf, my math teacher with an English accent, taught us the basics of calculus today. We were talking about cones and pyramids, and we somehow drifted off to that. Mr. Wolf is very funny, though, with a dry sense of humor that I so willingly enjoy. Kaufman had a dry sense of humor. I like Kaufman. He's cool. Belle and Sebastian is an interesting band. I have had "If You're Feeling Sinister" stuck in my head for three weeks now. Heh. I shall go now. Ta ta for now. Lots of love and a clock ticking away pointing at 3:18 PM, Me.... +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: little man, what now?
by Emily Wilska 05 Jan '01

05 Jan '01

O from the depths of lurkdom I come. First to say this: I forget, always, the feeling of my nostrils freezing until I return to New England in December and breathe when I'm outside. Not something I miss, I must say, although the snow was a nice touch for the holiday season. Pleased as punch I am, though, to be back in San Francisco, where January means you can sit outside while eating your lunch, and the sun will land warm on your cheeks, and the green gold around you will obliterate any memory of the wind in Boston that was so cold it made you cry. I cannot shut up already about the weather, although it's been nearly all I've been chattering on about since I returned. Moving on. Next to say this: while home for the holly-days, I dug out my high school-era mix tapes and had a bit of a listen. Amazing, sort of, how you manage to remember all the words to songs you've not heard in years. Or perhaps that's just the way *my* mind works, clinging like mad to relatively useless info like song lyrics while maintaining obstinately that it hasn't a bit of space for things like grammar rules or the names of world leaders. All relative, I suppose. Anyway, I'll end this blathering soon, but not before this: because I really liked it, and because it was the source of what became one of my favorite poems (Richard Hugo's Degrees of Grey in Philipsburg), and just because I wanna, I shall hereby attempt to revive the tradition of the Poetry Parrot. Come now, comrades! Let us welcome our winged friend back into our midst! Let us learn what he has to teach us! Let us not keep him locked up in the closest, accompanied only by old stuffed animals who are missing various eyes and ears! Right, then. Here he is now: Sonnet 20 Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring, And all the flowers that in the springtime grow, And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slow Rising of the round moon, all throats that sing The summer through, and each departing wing, And all the nests that the bared branches show, And all winds that in any weather blow, And all the storms that the four seasons bring. You go no more on your exultant feet Up paths that only mist and morning knew, Or watch the wind, or listen to the beat Of a bird's wings too high in air to view,-- But you were something more than young and sweet And fair,--and the long year remembers you. --Enda St. Vincent Millay I send him on his way to Laura Llew, given her lliterary lleanings. Incidentally, should my attempted revival fail, I shall follow Greg's lead and hang myself from a tree (although probably oak rather than beech). Either that or I'll sit and sulk for a while and then get on with it. But I've taken up more than enough of your time, no? So I shall be on my way. 2001 loves you all, Emily +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+

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