November 2001 - Sinister

Sinister: there an albert hammond bootleg in the house
by goingoutofmymind＠btinternet.com 06 Nov '01

06 Nov '01

Hello everyone I am new and I thought I would introduce myself.... My name is Alan and I live in Scotland, and I am almost (gasp) 30....please say it isn't so, I like doing lots of things, a bit of photography, sleeping and I followed the mix tape debate with glee, I love doing mix tapes, I am an eclectic sort and most types of music float my boat, hell I even though 'Baby One More Time' was a killer pop song.....I pause while I get booted out of the group. Although I draw the line at Nu Metal...I think I may well be missing the point .now a little about my life I am madly and deeply in love with Joanne, music is such an important part of my life, but oddly enough I have never had a girlfriend that has been too keen to it; that all changed, I know I have meet the person that was made for me, except for one small teeny tiny problem, She lives in Washington DC; love at first sight and all that; I flew over there and spent June with her and I am going back 2 weeks today for three weeks, then she is flying over to Scotland for Christmas and New Year, I do miss her, but life is still great as I know she is there. Now a girl that will happily spend longer than me in a record shop, and I do love record shopping, so any suggestions for good record shops to visit when I am there will be appreciated; I was in a good one in Dupont Circle and a good one in Arlington, which was pretty close to the finest fast food restaurant in the known world, this dodgy looking chicken place (the name escapes me) Chicken, Chips and Coleslaw, and all for under $5, it is almost a religious experience, I can't wait to return. Bonfire night has been mentioned, I am glad its over as no more kiddies setting off fireworks at two in the morning for another year at least, I treat the festival with indifference, my mother has a fear of fire works, and when I was a child till I was about 13 I had to watch the bonfires and the fire works from an upstairs window, so now I can't be bothered with the whole thing, and now that its passed I can look forward to Christmas, I love Christmas, its a fun, happy time and I love buying presents. Anyway, enough from me, its my first day off for a while and so I think I may well go back to bed for a bit I'll talk to you all later Alan +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: there's a psychology lecture going on at the other side of the r
by fiona 06 Nov '01

06 Nov '01

hey sinistereenies, i hate bonfire night. its rubbish. i mean who decided that it was a good idea to stand outside late at night at the coldest time of the year when i haven't even got my winter wardrobe sorted out yet and it'll probably rain. in a field. and fireworks are rubbish. only old people and small children really appreciate them, they manage to get some enjoyment from pointing and craning their necks and chorusing "ooh" and sometimes "aah". and the food's rubbish, stuff that's supposed to be a special treat that you only ge one day a year, but who really likes toffee apples? i hate bonfire night. so i was quite pleased with the idea of just staying in last night and watching telly until at 10 o'clock my boyfriend decided that it would be a really good idea to hunt round every shop in south manchester to try and find one that still had any fireworks left and then spend 20 quid on things that made really loud bangs and didn't do much else. this was after i'd spent all evening telling him how much i dislike bonfire night. grr. and what was worse was the fact that the guy fawkes episode of casualty |i love casualty| was on on saturday and the token fireworks victim ended up really quite badly disfigured. so i was frightened of going anywhere near the fireworks even when we were clearing them up. grr. i won the guy fawkes art competition in primary school once, you had to draw a picture of something bonfire and fireworky. the prize was a building society account with a pound in it. that never struck me as strange until i told someone the other day and he said "you went to a jewish school, didn't you." i laughed. and don't even get me started on halloween... who needs an excuse to sit in the dark and pretend they're not home? i do that every time the phone rings, although not the in the dark part because that would be a little excessive for a phonecall. i think its because my parents wouldn't let me go trick or treatreating when i was little. grr. and while i'm at it, who invented online graduate recruitment application forms. they ask all the same nasty essayish questions that normal job applications ask (describe a time when you have overcome a problem, describe a time when you worked as part of a team; i'm a loner who's led a very sheltered life, i just haven't done these things) but i'm trying to complete them in a noisy university computer room, so my only hope is to write them down, go away and think about it and come back later to get on with it. actually now i've typed that it doesn't seem like such a difficult process, but it really is. i'm making myself angry now so i'll stop. i can't wait for christmas ;-) love and sparklers (now i do actually like sparklers) cynical fiona. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Love isn't brains, children, it's blood.
by Spike 06 Nov '01

06 Nov '01

Blood screaming inside you to work its will. Spike, Lovers Walk I will admit that I am slightly cynical when it comes to love. Because it seems that no one wants me. They want the me they can mould into what they think I should be. All that I ask is that someone loves me for who I am. Not who they want me to be, but who I am. Is that too much to ask? It seems so. I have not had one gilrfriend yet who has not tried to change me. And now, I can't even get a girlfriend. The most love I've had lately is the unrequited type. The worst feeling in the world is that of love unrequited. Nothing can ever match that. And it does not matter what anyone says, they cannot help you as you know that you are the only person in the world who has ever felt this way. And you know it is not true but you believe it to be so. And you know what the worst thing about love is? There is not a damn thing you can do about it. You are left to ride this rollercoaster with no control. All you can do is try to control yourself. I may be loves bitch, but I'm not man enough to admit it. Will Spike P.S. If you think this is cynical, wait until Valentines Day. == Sanity is not my strong point. _____________________________________________________________ Get email for your site ---> http://www.everyone.net +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: hairy mole
by Kenneth P Y Chu 06 Nov '01

06 Nov '01

Hello, Someone said that the list got a lot more twee lately, and I read it and it was kinda true so I'm going to balance it out yin-yang style by writing about my arse. Is there possibly a post eerier than one about my arse? One about my arse during a halloween party, maybe. Yeah I went to a halloween party on Friday night, it was fun. After an arsenal of drinks I got drunk, some people got more drunk than I did but we all had a great time, then I woke up the next morning and someone was using my bum as a pillow, it was quite funny. I hope I didn't fart during my sleep. Unfortunately, no one shoved a tampon up my buttocks either. On my train/bus home back from London I fell asleep for a long while and inadvertently put all my bodyweight on one leg, instead of my buns, I woke up with the World's Greatest Pins and Needles (tm). I had pins and needles on an entire leg for 5 minutes, I got off the bus and tried to walk along the pavement and I realised that I couldn't, it was quite funny being stranded in the middle of the road as if I were trapped in quick sand, hehe, bit of a farce. I went to a Sainsbury's the other day to buy a bottle of Vodka and a few cans of Red Bulls, and I took them all to the counter, the girl at the counter went; "Are you going to mix them together?" in a really inquisitive voice. "Maybe..." I replied, worried that I was doing something illegal. "Have you done it before?" she asked again. "Um, yes" I replied, still wondering if she was gonna give me a health warning or something. Then the girl came back with.. "OOH IS IT NICE?" I started laughing, and told her that yes, it is lovely and she should try it sometimes. You should too. It seems to be very hip to talk about love at the moment but unfortunately this post had been a bit behind. I do love you tho. Okay, I better stop this right now, apparently Girls seldom make passes, at boys who talk about asses... sigh no crush votes for Ken once again. Full Moons and Red Bulls Ken _________________________________________________________________ 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: are you the lover or the beloved?
by stacey dahling 06 Nov '01

06 Nov '01

ooh...lovely miss lyndsey's lovely post reminded me that i wanted to send y'all an excerpt from the ballad of the sad cafe. it regards all this crazy love business. and that's the last i'll say on that issue (i hope). in other news: it stopped raining. the sun is shining. i'm leaving the house. you must all see amelie. and belle and sebastian still rawks. >From The Ballad of the Sad Café By Carson McCullers First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons - but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which has lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer. So there is only one thing for the lover to do. He must create for himself a whole new inward world - a word intense and strange, complete in himself. Now, the beloved can be of any description. The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love. A man may be a doddering great-grandfather and still love only a strange girl he saw in the streets of Cheehaw one afternoon two decades past. The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed and given to evil habits. Yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as anyone else - but that does not affect the evolution of his love one whit. A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. Therefore, the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself. It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many, the beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain. _________________________________________________________________ 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: Who plays me: A younger, less attractive and drunk Melanie Griffith. The soundtrack: Styx.
by Richard Gillanders 06 Nov '01

06 Nov '01

stop it. I haven't slept in the last forty-three hours. or so. so. some might think I'm dedicated. I'd try to stop them. but I'm too weak. I have a critique today at two o'clock. that's in three and a half hours or so. I was supposed to show my tutors a lot of work last tuesday. but I didn't. today's the final crit. I'm supposed to have a lot of work to show. but I don't. I've done a lot of work. or it feels like I have. I think I left it just...ten hours too late. silly me. madeleine, not wanting to promote vanity, said: 'Instead I shall end by saying I am indifferent to all of you.' all of me? surely there must be SOMETHING about me that you like. that WAS written for me. hey? or. ass. u. me. hm. yip. jump. almost carrying on with your vanity theme. or. RATHER. big stuart gardiner's vanity theme. and. well. gosh. isn't HE great? and modest too, I hear. a rare quality. almost carrying on. a wee while ago astrid wiezell [yeah?] had a terrific day. she said 'oh how lovely it was!' I read this as 'oh how lovely I was!'. I laughed. because. what a great thing to say! then I read it again. and I laughed some more. she has a photo. her opinion her appearance in it? 'I think I look too happy'...and 'but what the hell'. yes indeed. what the hell? that made me laugh too. she kinda reminds me of assia wevill. but not in proper ways. talk of people far away. it isn't even a suggestion. although it looks like it could be. now. I've decided. it is a suggestion. or something a little stronger. crushvoting: isn't the anonymity a wee bit...? hey. I wondered who had sent. but. then. I stopped. self-control. wow. yeah right. now, also, now, it's true: you can stop someone from thinking. hah. no: ...thinking in a disillusioned or embittered way. simply by telling them not to not to think in a disillusioned or embittered way. or. it's false. I forget. people that tell me my memory isn't that bad! who are you? I can't remember. perhaps I talked to you on the phone... I...seem to recall. nope... ...yes I recall: I do remember calling. who are you? despite my intense fatigue. I'm sort of not so unhappy. yes. but. what the hell? love, richard. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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: If life is a game, then true love is a trophy...
by ROBERT DONLAN 06 Nov '01

06 Nov '01

Wotcha. Just read an email entitled the masterplan from John John and it made me think... a lot. Dont give up on chasing girls, cos soon you will be too old to chase girls. Once you hit 20 you find yourself becoming too sensible to chase. I think thats the beauty of Belle and Sebastian. The hidden underlying message ... your never to old to act like a bit of kid. And to me thats great, i need it. Thinks get too serious when you get older. I wish i was still at school and could just fancy girls and maybe chase them about have a bit of fun... look foward to certain lessons cos you know shes gonna be there. I want my naivity back , which is strange cos i was so glad to get rid of it at the time. Being in Uni is shit mainly cos its full of annoying students but everything is so fucking serious. In school its a laugh, in school it doesnt matter. Whatever anyone tells you. This isnt meant to be a down sided email. Far from it,what im trying to say is if your young enough not to care then dont. Chase girls all you want, just dont get bothered if they are not interested. You can save that for later. Im going to Portugal at Easter for 2 weeks and im gonna act like a big kid and have a good time, im gonna get loaded... Lil' Bob +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Los Angeles Sinister meet up on Friday!
by Rachel fruitloop 06 Nov '01

06 Nov '01

HELLO SINISTER!!! I have a big post for y'all in the works, but it will have to wait for tomorrow, as I'm not feeling very well tonight. Boo hoo! But I had to let all of you in the Los Angeles area know that a group of us are planning to meet up on Friday night, so if you're interested in joining us, please e-mail me and I'll give you the info! Members of the WILLS AND RACHELS TEAMS will be present. It's sure to be a Raquin' good time! Also some other very nice and less competitive Sini-kids will be in attendance, so don't be shy! love, Rachel fruitloop __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Find a job, post your resume. http://careers.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: morning sounds the same as mourning, doesn't it.
by lindsey baker 06 Nov '01

06 Nov '01

hello sinister. i really don't have anything to say, but as i was sitting here wading through the lovely petals of sinister posts i've gathered, i simply had to write and say how much i love you all for never making me feel alone and for always wanting to make me fly. usually to other countries. where i can sit and have a nice bit of tea and wear my brown shoes with the tan stitching and have no one label me a 'hippie,' as my sister recently has. well. poo to her. she just wishes she had my button badges, etc. this weekend, your lou was sick. sick sick sick. and sadly, sickness came while i was at the bookstore -- though, it did wait kindly enough for me to purchase my copy of ballad of the sad cafe and present of the fountainhead. then. after i paid. it was happy that i was going home. so i slept. and this morning, read. and then came back to school and my own apartment and the newspaper. and my tummy hurts. i tend to feel ill a lot, i have noticed, and i recently wonder what, exactly, could be causing this. and i think, if it's not the newspaper stress of constant stories (damn people for doing things that make news), then it must be my sadness manifesting itself into physical badness. i'm sitting here looking at the photo of myself wearing a wedding dress at the newspaper halloween party. and i look more bride-like than i thought i did. i was wearing this pearl-encrusted headband with little comb teeth on, which dug horribly into my head. but i sacrificed. and that night, i had amazingly rounded up a lovely boy to go as my groom. but, at the last minute he had to work. so there i was. all dressed up with no one on my arm. and the next day, my insides came out to keep the outside company. i always look forward to wrapping myself up in the bedsheets and blankets at the end of the day for a night of sleeping, and the sheets are always cold when i finally get in. and i hardly ever really, really sleep. and then i begin thinking about what i have to do and what i wish i could be doing, and why the bed is called a twin-size when it only ever holds one. i plan my outfits for the week, and then try to sleep, mindful of my hairdo, so that, on the off chance i might have to jump straight out of bed and go somewhere, my hair (and subsequently i) look good. and then, at this point, i usually have to get up and write for a wile, just so i don't forget whatever it is in my head that will one day be hailed as genius after i'm dead. like carson. and then morning comes, and i hope i'm not sick feeling again. this morning, i felt ill all over again. so. but maybe my feeling bad is just a consequence of my envronment, you know? several reporters down here are eating american style chinese food, and the smell is hideous. hm. i asked for lazy line painter jane for christmas. i don't have that, either. badness, indeed. oh yes, one more thing. i am thinking of compiling my pulling tips/ dos and donts in a special holiday edition for our own stankin' david and any others who like them as much as he does. if it goes off, it could be a real sinister event of sorts. ok. thank you. misslou _______________________________________________________ Send a cool gift with your E-Card http://www.bluemountain.com/giftcenter/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: engines of gloom and affection
by stacey dahling 06 Nov '01

06 Nov '01

"The sky is green, and there is no book to tell us what it means. it has never stopped raining." So its Monday, meaning I could have gone to buy a toast maker. But I didnt. Its like I revel in the suffering or something. Ive been floating in and out of the kitchen, opening cupboards, staring at a handful of base ingredients, looking for anything that does not need mixing or cutting or heating or altering in any way. So its been peanut butter. At least its protein, non? Last night, I had to get my ass in gear and cook something. I mean, really now. So I sautéed an onion, added some sugar water in an attempt at caramelization, and ate it. By itself. Me and a bowl of onions. Eventually, I also found some potatoes under the sink and made some chips, which I covered in salt and vinegar and Parmesan cheese. Yum. Dave is worried about me. He wants to come over with some tofu and vegetables and make me something healthy. Oh, how I wish he could! But he is in Washington, D.C. and I am here. Even the phone company makes it nearly impossible to bridge the distance. Ill break out of this funk eventually. I have a job interview of sorts on Wednesday. Its for a babysitting/tutoring job for a pair of 8-year-old twin girls, who are described by their very own mother as difficult. Im frightened. But for only seven hours a week I would be making enough money to pay the rent, and I would have enough time left over to do the job I came here to do (which does not pay the rent) - journalism. Although Im beginning to think travel writing is not necessarily journalism. Ive decided to do something drastic. I am staying away from #sinister for an entire week. It was Daves idea. And it is a damn good one. Lets see if I can do it. Unfortunately, it means I will likely write too many posts and send out too many unsolicited emails. So if you all get personal commentary from me about your latest posts, do not be afraid. Support me as I try to shake this addition. Yes. I painted today, too. That took up a few hours. Then it sounded like perhaps this three-day monsoon was over, so I went to the front room balcony to check, and I staggered back in shock when I saw that it was night. How did this happen? I was actually considering going to buy a toast maker or some food, but I looked at my watch and it read: 6:30. Damn. Well, I guess thats what happens when you wake up at 3 p.m. Shameful. I must do something about that. So now I still have many, many hours to kill. What shall I do? I allowed myself an hour online to check emails and read posts - there were tons! Thank you boys and girls - and now Im at a loss. I may actually write something productive. I havent written anything for publication in more than a month, mainly because I have failed to land an assignment. But I stumbled upon a new travel web site that looks really promising and decided I want to contribute to it, even though I wont get paid. I need to write again. Even if its just for practice. And its kind of like being published, in the sense that I can put it on my CV and add the articles to my clip file. Sad that it comes down to that. But really, its just as much that I want to feel part of something worthwhile. My friend Michelle and I almost took over a prominent web-based music zine. It was her idea. She had been contributing to it regularly on the side as she worked days alongside me at the newspaper. The owner announced he was going to retire the zine after 20 years because he couldnt keep it up anymore. So Michelle got a crazy idea to take over. It would be a pretty major project - this was like a small business, and this guys full-time job - and she started writing up legal contracts and letters of intention and all that. She had to name a board of directors, and we recruited a fellow writer and music guru and a web page designer to join our enterprise as we planned a buy-out. A buy-out! Insanity. I was excited to be a part of it, even though I knew it would suck away all my free time and not provide much supplementary income. But it didnt matter because I would have a product, something to show for it. It never happened, obviously. The owner ultimately decided against letting us buy the magazines name and all associated with it. There were disagreements about copyright and use of archives and all that. It was complicated business, it was. Ah well. Ive had fleeting thoughts about starting a publication of some sort. I mean, what a resource there is at our disposable were someone to start a sinister zine or something. It seems submissions would be remarkably easy to come by, written and otherwise. Hmm. Printing is the problem. Yuck. Ah well. I should stop thinking about such things and just work. Or go to a film. Yes. To a French film with Greek subtitles, which will really do my head in. I know neither language well enough to follow conversations, but at least the visuals are supposed to be spectacular. Nighty night all. Be good. And tell someone you love them. And why. MWAH! ~dahling PS: I wrote this at 7 p.m., well before the eXtreme elvis post. Its now 2:30 a.m. and I feel silly even bothering to send this now, for FUCKING HELL KYLA. THAT WAS FANTASTIC. What description, what form. Wow. Im truly in awe. _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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