November 2001 - Sinister

Sinister: Go Where you Wanna Go, Do what you wanna to do.....
by Keith Davis 20 Nov '01

20 Nov '01

Hello all. It's been a while since I have posted. To be exact, I went to the B&S show on September 9th ,(two days before the world changed), at The Warfield in San Francisco. My review the following week was somber at best. I recently read a review in Rolling Stone on the September 11th B&S show here in the states, great review and picture! I am so proud that B&S went on with the show and continued to inspire and uplift. I remember visiting New York years ago and hearing "California Dreaming" by the Mama's and the Papa's, and every time I hear the song now I'm always reminded of both places. Been listening to a soundtrack from a movie called "Beautiful Thing", cute movie awesome soundtrack! The first handful of songs is by Mama Cass then the remaining songs by the Mama's and the Papa's. I have been listening to the "Jonathan David" single constantly. It was a great traveling c.d. while driving up to Lake Tahoe in northern California a few weeks back. Along with Rufus Wainright-"Poses", the new "Best of Morrisey" and of course The Strokes. Any word on Storytelling release in the U.S.? Any picnic's in the bay area? I have a debate with some friends of mine on what I call California Speak or Slang. Ours may not be as evident as a New Yorker's. I think it's apparent when we say things like "hella", or "like" about 50 times. Anyone else agree? O.k. I'm rambling at work in my cubicle in silly-con valley! See ya! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Racy Line Dancer Jane
by Kenneth P Y Chu 20 Nov '01

20 Nov '01

Hello, Richard Gillanders talked about his recollections of various proverbs being misused. I guess I should put on my coat and ride my bike.. because I have been known by some friends for years for re-inventing common sayings. I hear all these wonderful phrases being used by other people and I want to use them, but I can never remember any of them to stay alive. So I just make some up, besides, if everyone use the same mottos all the time it'd just get really dull. James Gilmer said: >>The same goes for Magnetic Fields. I just don't get it; "WOW! 69 completely medicore songs about love sang in mildly different styles!! What a fucking genius!" << I agree, if it were "69 sex songs" it would have been more genius, or even better, "69 songs about fucking with knives". Seriously, tho, I don't think I've ever thought the Magnetic Fields were geniuses BECAUSE they did an album with 69 love songs in it, but rather that did an album with wonderfully written songs such as "The luckiest guy on the lower east side" and "All my little words" in it. Those are as far away from mediocre as one end of Isobel's arse to the other. For REAL talent-free zone listen to the Red Bull Dozers: http://www.cockscrew.com/rbd/ They can't even get their songs to rhyme properly. If you listen to them, you won't get it, cos there's nothing to get. Ian and Richard then talked about the likes of Jimi Hendrix and Led Zapplin and Cream etc., all with a notorious level of guitar wanking ability? I think guitar wanking is a talent, just a different talent to song writing. If song writing is an art then rawk guitar solos are more like a sport, type thing. Both require talents but in different areas. I might be throwing a straw at the whole boat here but I found that rock bands are mostly more exciting to watch than an artsy wartsy band, much like watching a live football match of your favourite team is more exciting than seeing a painting by your favourite artist in a museum when you've already seen photos of it ten times (when you go "oooh I've seen it now", and then walk off after 10 minutes). For REAL talent-free zone listen to the Red Bull Dozers: http://www.cockscrew.com/rbd/ They can't even strum their guitars in time. But I guess at least they don't smoke on stage. Is demotion the best form of promotion? Like how defence is the best form of attack? Wrong proverbs and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: I think cats killing birds is just cruel, they should be kept inside houses and be cute and eat only whatever we feed them because that is their purpose in life. Birds can eat worms all they like though cos worms are ugly. _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: 'i've got dibs on the tube socks'
by Kirsten Kenyon 20 Nov '01

20 Nov '01

it's nice to have a visitor for the weekend. my dear lemonpie laura...we were freshmen at valparaiso university together a couple of years ago. a few things about laura: she's going to be an accountant, and she thinks it's boring her car always smells like peachy peach air fresheners she says "buttons" like "buh-ens" she's started calling me "moses" i don't know where the moses thing came from...well. i started calling her "mic" because she has this strange obsession with microwaving nearly everything before she eats it. i don't think it can be good for her, but she won't listen. so, yes. mic and moses. sitting under a giant strawberry and eating sandwiches. suddenly a girl said "can i bother you?" i thought it was a funny question. most people don't want to be bothered...i said "sure." she walked over and sat down. the girl was wearing fuschia lipstick and a little cap. she told us her boyfriend had abandoned her an hour ago at a gas station a short ways away, and that her purse was in his car and she needed to scrape up twenty-one dollars for a bus ticket to manitowoc. plus, she was hungry. and out of cigarettes. we didn't have twenty-one...we had six. and half a sandwich, and a few cigarettes. we sat on a bench and smoked and she ate the sandwich and talked about shoes for a minute or two. there really weren't a lot of people around, so i drove her to a busier part of the city, where it might be easier to find someone who could help. i felt just awful letting her out of the car on north avenue, but i really couldn't do anything else. i hope she got home okay...actually, i hope she was doing some kind of strange project for school, and that she had made the whole thing up. a boy leaving a girl at a gas station in a strange city late at night.....awful. on saturday night, i secretly observed two boys arguing loudly because a girl had commented that one of them had "big arms." they were at it for quite some time, and it was very heated and quite silly to watch from my little perch high above the street. it's fun, sometimes, to sit there. nobody can see you, unless they're really looking. and nobody really looks unless you yell things at them...it seemed the argument was finally resolved, as one of them shouted "i wasn't laughing at your big arms, i was laughing at her for commenting on your big arms!" and they both sort of grunted and punched each other and took off in separate directions. laura raised her glass and yelled "oooo will ya look at the arms on THAT one!" and i guess i drank to that, and people all over the block started laughing and the boy started cursing again and waving his fist in the air, so we giggled and ran inside. leslie disappeared into the bathroom with a box of hairdye. laura ventured back out for another smoke. i sat at the computer for a short while and spilled my drink on the floor. i'm brave enough to dye my hair. i'm not really scared of being cursed at by a stranger, especially when i'm three stories off the ground. i'm not afraid to fly. and i don't think i'm scared of my parents anymore. i don't know if i was ever really "scared." maybe "intimidated..." so now what..... i think i'm still afraid of the dark, sometimes. and i can't watch scary movies at all. telephones make me nervous. but...none of this is very interesting. sorry. i apologize too much. some people say....i'm sorry for that, too. okay. enough from me love kirsten Care2 make the world greener! http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: chicago
by toadie291＠home.com 20 Nov '01

20 Nov '01

hi everyone. just wanted to let you know that i dont think im going to be able to make it to the lil gathering. things have been....pretty bad to say the least and i dont think id be much in the way of company. we must have a meet up soon though...perhaps in michigan or wisconsin? anyway. i hope all of you have a toadie time and know that ill be thinking of you. :o) ~stine +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I've been wondering lately just who's going to save me...
by Desmond Torpey 20 Nov '01

20 Nov '01

hello there sinister... ...i must warn you before i start this post that i have consumed a fair amount of gin tonight so please excuse any spelling mistakes or useless ramblings...well..this wont be much different from any other post then...ho hum... Hannah Brown said this : " It was good fun catching up on all the gossip, there seems to be a bit more sinister romance going on with some of you lot ;) " ...this is not enough! We want names and places and we want them now!...well i do anyway because i am at heart a lonely old woman in need of idle tittle-tattle to see me through the day...my dream job is to work in a laundrette and chew the fat with various old bearded spinsters for eight hours every day...secretly i want to be dot cotton..scary stuff... Ian sung this : "desmond has a barrow in the market place molly is the singer in a band desmond says to molly 'girl i like your face' and molly says this as she takes him by the hand" ..i used to hate this song..apart from being an awfully cheesy rinky-dink style beatles song, i used to hate my name and every teacher i ever encounterd at primary school for the first time would sing this in an oh-so hilarious way...i have learned to live with my name i think and its even grown on me in the last few years..i dont have to endure so many weak gags about barbers shops,archbishops or elderly greying sports presenters anymore now that i've left school...i'm going to call my children something simple like john or dave and save them playground humiliation in years to come... ..my best friend and his girlfriend announced their engagement last night..it kind of freaked me out at first...18 is far too young to get married and settle down and stuff...i just sort of smiled and made fish-like expressions for a while...how could you commit yourself to fifty years with the same person?...it made me happy and sad and confused and worried and excited all at the same time...i think they really are in love..but still...hmmmm...i dont really think marriage is such a great thing...it can bring so much unhappiness and regret...but then if people are in love..ach..i dont know.. ..ooh ooh! i got a mention in a rachel fruitloop post...theres something very nice and fuzzy about that...all i need now is a crush vote from somebody and i shall be the happiest young bunny in the district ;)...ah well..speaking of which i have been listening to 'lets pretend we're bunny rabbits' by the magnetic fields quite a lot recently... Richard.Gillanders.said : " the magnetic fields couldnt be talent free in my opinion " ..I was slightly dissapointed with '69 love songs' myself (i havent heard much of their other stuff)..a lot of it was quite mediocre and could have been put onto one cd to make a truly *wow* album..but then i suppose thats half the point..the best albums are inconsistent and mixed up and not all entirely fantastic...everything and everyone must have flaws to be truly fab...but then thats yesterdays news..i seem to recall some poll last year that concluded '69 love songs' was the favourite sinister album of 2000 apart from FISHYCLAP...is the same thing being done this year?...jesus i've rambled again..i will leave you alone now... ta ta.. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Find the one for you at Yahoo! Personals http://personals.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: but i think love should come with madness
by lindsey baker 19 Nov '01

19 Nov '01

hello sinister. this post has been a few days in the making, and is now in its second, much expanded, draft as my computer lost the first post i wrote an hour ago. it began as what was going to be a bitter diatribe echoing stacey dahling's anti-sentiments on sinister crushing (again), with a dabbling of my own anti-sentiments on real, live crushing with touching and giggling and the whole damn shebang thrown in for free. but then, i slept a night, and woke up to a thick gray nebraska mist, the kind that fills your mouth with the taste of fog whether you want it to or not. the kind that makes my hair wilty and me sad. and i thought maybe bitterness wasn't best, and maybe i'd fill the lines between my words with the heavy, damp sorrow that ushers in winter and frames the sky between dead tree branches. the birds had started to fly out, finally, that day, and their formations were sloppy. instead of strict, militant v's, they were loose, convex curves, pushing against the wind. you could see how hard they were working, wings waving up and down with a dogged determination to get out. then i slept again, and woke again, and thought maybe i wouldn't post at all. when bad things happen, i think we think we must escape, by overanalyizing or overapologizing or wishing for something that could have been or never will be, by rationalizing things that are and were with estimations of impossibilities, by adopting apathy as a substitute for choice or courage, and sleeping to wait out the mandatory wait for whatever is to come next. we pick whatever escape fits the time and is least rocky for our lagged running feet, and head out and never get off. i guess we hope for a fork or a branch to take us somewhere lese, and when we realize the runaway path is a straight shot, it's too late to turn around. so today, i am posting with no real idea (even now, after writing it once) of what the post is to be or will be, but only with the intention of getting out of my escape early, so i can get back to whatever misty area i was lost in before i started running. the list has talked much lately of love and lack of love and banes of love and the thing that seems to encompass all of those, also known as sinister crushing. and i think i have thrown in my two cents both officially in a past post and to other people here, but now i am to throw out again observances thanks to recent, unfortunate enlightenment. there is a problem with democratic loving. there is a problem with casting votes for the bestest boy or girl. there is a problem with timing and anonymity, rushing to get the vote to your beloved before someone else does. and so there is a problem with my utopia, as though through the casting of choice some of the equal people become more equal than others. i have, in my sinister day, officially cast one sinister crush vote to one narrow wizard, upon his return to the sinister fold. his brilliant inclusion of william carlos williams at the end of his post earned him a coveted miss lou crush vote. (david, take notes) and stating this to the whole of sinister does not embarass me, nor should it owen, for he is lovely and i meant it merely as a welcoming and complimentary gesture. to make his day, like a few fresh flowers or an unexpected mix-tape really -- i didn't get out the halloween wedding dress, give it a good shake and start choosing cake toppers. (though, now, upon reflection, i am blushing a bit and would delete if i hadn't already typed that. oops.) yes, owen is lovely. so. i thought maybe crushing wasn't so bad, and thought i would perhaps, very carefully, dip my toes in the pool a little more, a little longer, and i readied to do the deed again. but. for more. than just. a figurative mix-tape. and so i told some people about it, and eventually told the object of affections, as i supposed i should anyway. the vote was never cast. and the fog settled over everything the next day. the people said he was a bastard, that i was better. they said all the things people are supposed to say, and they finished it all out by telling me to do the one thing i do best, the one thing everyone always knew i'd do in the end: write. they told me to write phrases with ends of arrows, and once the arrows struck, i was to twist both clockwise and counterclockwise to blissfully emphasize the full scope of pain inflicted. because he is a bastard. they said. i have complained about not being more popular on sinister, or #sinister, for that matter. but now. i think. i am. perhaps. more popular. than i. thought. because now there is gossip, and my name in conjuction with a boy's name. traded for rumors. and i can't stop that, i guess, by obligingly being public. and i also can't stop the true fact that in the end, i guess the boy and i are only friends. love, i said to someone today, is a disease. and i feel i can say this, being a person with a qualified, medically proven, full-fledged disease. and love. well. love exacerbates my symptoms, and i fall more often and get tired more easily. love infects me more than the degeneration of my nerve coating, and i have fallen today. the bruises ring my legs from the waist down, and kneeling no longer feels like salvation. in utopia, girls shouldn't fight over boys, and the pairings off should be untainted and final. everyone should get their first choice. but instead, we get soft around the edges here, rotten. none of them are bastards, really, though when one sits on my floor and tells me i am so wonderful he had to go sleep with another girl to prove it to us both, i question that. but. they're all fucked up, girls, and so are we. we all get scared, standing on the edge of some great uncharted precipice, looking down over the terrible edge into this swirling black mass our parents like to call the real world but we know as purgatory. and we all want a hand to hold onto as we step off to fall, but we don't need one -- if we needed any more than our own two hands, we would have been given them at birth. he is not a bastard. i said. i say. but we are not in a world comprised of one body of water and pangea. we are, instead, separated and cloistered, huddled together for warmth and touch and something else we will never find. and we are divided externally by oceans and internally by floods of saltwater that breaks through tearduct dams only when love is caught and actualized. when isolation is complete and indestructible. and so is love and the world and the way. and so utopia falls with me, in my hands, and we are only i, and i am alone after all. lindsey *we are verses out of rhythm, couplets out of rhyme, in syncopated time* ______________________________________________________________________________ Send a friend your Buddy Card and stay in contact always with Excite Messenger http://messenger.excite.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: third-wave girl
by Robyn Fadden 19 Nov '01

19 Nov '01

sinisters! a while ago someone who's name started with r-o-b said something about others whose names started with r-o-b and in-fighting. hang on then, i think the roberts & robi/yns should *team up*. and forget all this mix tape stuff; we're more the hand-to-hand combat types. yar! if i lived closer than 10,000 kms away from primrose hill, there'd be a few flattened rachels and wills i can tell you that. ah, no, i'm all bravado. have you ever actually *punched* someone? it's really rather gross feeling. unless it's your brother, then it's just fine. i only ever punched one real person, and it was in highschool, so, y'know. anyway, i'd never ever ever hurt the rachels/wills; they have too much wit going for them. it's too bad that computer theramin isn't in-ter-net linkable b/c then we could have a theramin showdown. boy, is that thing fun. this robyn works in an office too. but it's a *feminist* office. yes, we all play synthesizers and sing about the revolution. no. i edit and everyone else does research. sometimes there is Heated Discussion. i am glad that we've retained walled offices though. walls rock! ooh ooh, Danny said: "It kind of got me thinking, i remember my friend was asking me what do i think would happen if there was a superior race to humans. They were nice and kind but just superior but sometimes they got mad and just killed one of us. I didn't think about it much though. It was too sci-fi-esque for me,then he started talking about giant spiders with eight eyes so, I stopped wondering. He was wondering why i stopped." YES! holy crap! imagine if some superior beast started making those 'ack ack ack spit' cat noises at you as it stalked you, mouth drooling. fear. is there anything redeemable about giant spiders though? ugh. especially if they were like the one in the tv movie of 'it'. boy did *that* suck. anyway, aren't we all happy that we're the most superior species on earth? (cue ominous music and overhead shot from giant spider's point of view.) ah, anyway, cats are great and i think it's their carnivorous nature that does it. ha ha ha! it's fun to think that when you're playing with string with a cat really what you're doing is helping them learn to *kill*. which is really scary when your cat weighs 25 lbs and positively massacres the string, making evil noises of death-to-string all the while. can anyone deal with 'trouble kid' off the new hefner album? i cannot. but i can deal with other songs on the album, and even like some them too. but what's really good is the 'solid steel presents dj food & dk 'now listen!'. wow, it is awesome. especially the transition to 'mirror in the bathroom'. i kid you not. and you can also listen to solid steel sessions on the in-ter-net. so-lid. (but now i'm thinking about how i owe people mix tapes and how i have lost my mix-tape focus. i'm busy perfecting a yoga position that should help.) so, i hear belle and sebastian did an encore in tokyo. an *encore*! i thought they were against them (well, they don't seem to do them anyway). but i hear they really liked japan and that was their last stop on tour, so... hm. but i can't help feeling that i could have done *something* to provoke an encore at their vancouver show. i think that maybe all the advances in robotics in japan created 'encore' mind-control waves. canada is just not doing enough in this important area of research. (cue ominous music and shot from robot's point of view.) things, stuff, skado, and robot love, robyn (oh no! i just remembered that there was a guy maddin film on in a theatre here last night and i missed it! agh. i think i will have to start pinning notes to my clothes: buy bok choy, bus tickets. see guy maddin film. never put salt in your eye.) (also, i bought clothes this weekend. oh geez, oh no, that was *bok choy money*. but check out this red cord skirt with black velvet ribbon in geometric design on it!) ===== 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!? Find the one for you at Yahoo! Personals http://personals.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Chicago Picnic Info: December 1st
by JAMES GILMER 19 Nov '01

19 Nov '01

Hello again Sinister peeps! Just wanted to remind everyone about the Sinister get together in Chicago on Saturday, December 1st. Here's the plan (though changes are possible), we're keeping it simple and easy and you'll all have lots of time to ask for changes: Why don't we all just meet just inside the Art Institute lobby (before you get to the part where you pay to get in) at 3pm on Saturday. We can wander around the Art Institute or walk into town (dependent on the weather) or whatever. Then at 5pm any late arrivals can meet us in front of the Art Institute and we can go get dinner someplace relatively close (and hopefully cheap). After dinner we can hang out, hit the bar, or do whatever anyone else wants. If anyone knows of a show or an exhibit or anything else going on that day that sounds interesting let me know and maybe we'll look into it. Right now though, this seems like a good and simple plan. Everyone who thinks they are coming *please* let me know so I can get an idea of how many are going to be there. Questions? Comments? Problems? Email me and let me know. Hope to see some of you lovely people there. Cheers! Jim _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: a picnic memoir...
by Joe Vester 19 Nov '01

19 Nov '01

Well, I can now officially declare in BIG BOLD CAPITALS to all you folk who haven't ever been to a Sini picnic that they are fun. Or this one was anyway. And I also now know know what sinister people look like and I can imagine them sitting at their computers, tapping away at their posts and think "I can just imagine that person saying that". So, it started dismally, to be honest. I remebered about the picnic at 1 o'clock in the afternoon while wandering, rather lost, among the posh art galleries of Cork St. (A Grammar note, should I put a full stop after an abbreviation? I've no idea).(I'll put now, though, anyway) So I jumped upon the nearest tube (Picadilly) and got out of Camden Town tube at about 1:55. This may seem a long time but I couldn't find the station for bloody ages so it's pretty reasonable. I then thought two things: 1)Oh damn, I can't remember how to get to Primrose hill from here. 2)Oh Bugger, I didn't bring any food. I then proceeded to get lost attempting to find primrose hill by walking along the canal. Which, for those of you not familiar with Camden Geography is a way, but not a good one, to get to Primrose Hill. At this point I unzipped my Cardigan so that my Ampersand t-shirt showed, just in case no-one was looking very twee and I was too nervous to talk to them, in case they said "What's Sinister?" and looked at me oddly. But my t-shirt showing paid off, as down the hill came James Danson-Hatcher and Hannah Brown (I, of course had no idea who they were at this time), who asked me if I was sinister. They were off to the pub, as no-one appeared to have turned up so I came with them. But then we met more people and soon there were 5 of us at then top of the hill, including Will salt and Fellow Rachel, Miss Sunnyside, and another Rachel, who wasn't a listee. All three of whom (grammar) had come from Dundee, which I have to say, seems a bit far for a picnic. The detailed stuff wil stop now but suffice it to say that we went to the pub, and I asked Hannah to get my drinks as I have been all nervous of ordering in pubs since I got chucked out of one. Ken Chu also showed up. And things happened, but I had to leave early as I was meeting my friend Daniel at 7 and felt it was too late to just cancel. So I didn't get to see that much of the drinking game, and I was sad to leave, And I hope to go to another, dead soon. !Viva Rachels! Joe/Rachel Vester/Pancake +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: a call, a coo/coup, a cough
by lisa morrison 19 Nov '01

19 Nov '01

cheers and jeers to all you sinister kids (because you know i am in the torn state of polar opposites at every second of the daY which makes it rather difficult, hence the explaination for my stagnancy as of late...) cheers especially to rachel fruitloop for acknowleging my presence and therefore confirming my existence for the day...you've broken the stone that encases me anew each mornng when i wake...and for today, i am free to fling my arms about while speaking in the great jewish/newyorker tradition...unfortunate for the rest of you, i my never quiet down again...so thank you to miss fruitloop for opening the proverbial pandora's box... but with cheers come the inevitable jeers (for reasons i've explained in the opening paragraph)...what is with the excessive numbers of lisa's and rachel's on this list?...i'm am calling up a coup...these names have robbed us of our individuality (which rachel? which lisa?)...we may as well be as arithmatic as rachel a, rachel b, and rachel c...lisa a, lisa b, and lisa c...lik coordinates on a graph. oh how we have been reduced...if only i could step out of this vast and general crowd of lisa's and shed my name like i shed my coat when stepping into a warm house, or my clothing every evening as i retire to my bedroom...how banal to be a lisa... cheers to december for promising 8 consecutive yo la tengo shows at maxwells in hoboken (any other listers going to bopp there pretty sinisters sneakers about to yo la...perhaps we could team up and all hoover in the same corner...peter and i will be present two or more of those glorious nights)... but jeers because we get the curse of having to endure stuffed turkey and cheek-piching relatives before month and its good music arrives...if i was preparing thanksgiving dinner i would stuff my relatives instead of turkey and let the birds enjoy some pie and wine for once... -listdomlisa ...whose lost some edge with age... _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the 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 +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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