November 2001 - Sinister

Sinister: Never fool with fireworks
by robin stout 05 Nov '01

05 Nov '01

On my way to the shop to buy some milk I passed some kids. "S'cuse me sir. Can you spare a penny for the guy?" The "guy" was a stuffed sack in a wheelchair, with some socks stuck onto it. It was horrible. I gave the young scamp a clip round the ear. No, actually I just ran away. For Halloween the goths in the neighbourhood had a dress down day and hung about town wearing "slacks" and "jumpers" while everyone else tried to be scary. I went for the Lovejoy look. Before I went to see Belle and Sebastian at the Royal Albert Hall I devised a system to help me remember how the new songs went. It was all to do with whether the next note was higher or lower than the last. Deceptively simple, like musical braille. Of course it didn't work at all. The next day I tried to remember how the songs went and got them completely wrong. "La la la... I love my car, I love my.. Oh no that's 'Lady In Red', let's try again..." So when I hear the new single it will be like hearing those songs for the first time. That's not a bad thing really, it it? I always enjoy the shock of the new. Or do I mean nude? I took music GCSE, believe it or not, and I was so hopeless that everything I wrote sounded like a nursery rhyme. I ended up calling one of my composition pieces "The Jolly Pumpkin Man" to pretend it was supposed to sound that way. My two compositions were; 1. The Jolly Pumpkin Man 2. Music in a "Gamelan" style Like I said, I was rubbish. Luckily we were all rubbish - someone I knew played "The Theme From Howard's Way" on the organ. He was rubbish. Someone else sang "The Wind Beneath My Wings". She was rubbish. I imagine everyone else in the country was rubbish too, because I got a B. I didn't deserve it. I'm rambling now. On to something slightly more relevant... I emailed jeepster today asking if they sell records with press-out centres for a jukebox. They don't, so... Does anyone know a Do It Yourself way of making these? Tell me if you do, it would be very helpful. Thanks for the flood of emails to my Information Service, by the way. I'm always here to help! Keep 'em coming! Robin. _________________________________________________________________ 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: There can never be too much love...
by Gardiner, Stuart 05 Nov '01

05 Nov '01

List crushes are all well and good, but really we all want some down-and-dirty Sinister loving. None of this pansying about emailing people in different countries, just get on with it. Then we can create a whole new generation of B&S fans, and the world will be a better place. Unfortunately, Sinister women are, as a rule, far too nice to touch someone like me with a bargepole. I need the Sinister 18-30 club asap. Several people have said nice things about me. This made me happy. Because I'm vain. I reckon Judy is a tart. She's dreaming of horses, but horses are known for one thing - having enormous wedding tackle. I think the song is code for her wanting to shag a well-endowed man. We should introduce her to Ken. Allegedly. I made it into a Fruitloop post. Twice. This made me happy. Because I'm vain. You'll be pleased to know that my car is now feeling much better, and will now drive down the road without sounding like it's blowing its nose. Unfortunately I'm not feeling quite as good, after spending two hours in casualty in Sheffield Hospital on Saturday. While I was playing korfball, someone else's leg persuaded me to pick a fight with the Sports Hall floor, and I lost. I can cope with the stitches in my chin, but I look bloody stupid walking round with various plasters stuck on my face. But that's OK, because I'm not vain. Big Stu +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Media Studies and Rock Musicology...
by Nik Ovenden 05 Nov '01

05 Nov '01

Ola Sinister! Que Tal? I'm writing to you as I missed you so much. BOOTLEGS Did anyone other than Cardiff see Brian Appleton support? Well, if you did or didn't, I have just burned his 6-part Radio 4 series. Even though much of it is before my time (being 18), it was still profoundly hilarious. Requests for a copy to the usual email address... LOVE/CRUSHES As a point of fact, it seems that 100% of the people who ae on this list are caring people who all deserve appropriately caring relationships. It's a shame this isn' the case, but have faith - just remember that you all are special people. TRAVELS My route plan is complete! Another pleading request to inhabitants of Outer Mongolia, China, India, Perth (Australia), Cairns, Auckland, LA, San Fransisco, Texas and New York who are on the list - anyone want to meet up (and/or offer me a floor to sleep on?!) The tickets cost twice as much as I expected, so my budget is quite limited. The travels paid for. Rooms aren't. Please help! I will inundate all that bequeath me floorboards when I return. Honestly, you'll never have seen as many CD's/toys/bits-n-bobs, it'll be just like that festive winter holiday all those denominations celebrate... And of course, those who have already offered me a bed are revered. I'll leave them anonymous just so the others don't feel embarrased at helping out a poor wee lad. Under-20's club Isn't this a bit cliquey? Along with the Rachel/Will cold war ensuing, shouldn't we be striving for group unity? I don't know... My brother (who is almost 20) condones the use of cluster bombs in Afghanistan "because they were cool in a computer game". Gosh, he's like Alice. I guess i'm the White Rabbit. I'm late, i'm late, oh goodness gracious me, I'm late! Love Niko xxx __________________________________________________ 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: the hymn for the dreams i am living
by juju cat 05 Nov '01

05 Nov '01

halo sinister. just juju again. this time, from cambridge, uk. it is a quiet morning. monday. the sun through the window is warm... or could that be the heater? i sit in a slip and socks to tell you some random things that are of no use to anybody. when i left, he told me to find some sugar for myself here, maybe a nice fling, forget about there... i told him i was leaving my sugar at home. but i don't think it matters that we're apart so much.. i think fate has decided that's just how it shall be, and i'd better get used to it, or have my heart torn up every two minutes. our mutual friend, the one i am visiting here, brings him up quite often.. they are like siblings practically. so i've learned a lot about him and the way his life has been, and how i don't really fit into it all as nicely as i'd wanted to. and i'm wondering if i should change what i want now. ? do you ever just want to care for a person because you think you are the one who could? from the first night he stayed with me.. not the first time we'd met, but the first time i new it wasn't just his eyes i was drawn in by, he admitted being taken in by my abilities to turn a bad thing around with a positive spin. he had bumped up against the freshly painted new vespahaus door.. green paint all over the sleeve of his new black coat. i took it into the wc and removed what i could. he waited up, late as it was, on the couch. when i surfaced, he sat there staring, like he didn't comprehend what he was looking at. he thanked me endlessly, and then i shared my edward scissorhands wind-up robot toy with him, and we could have stayed up talking forever. there was instantly something there. i could have given him anything. but boys are dumb, i guess. they want something, and want to chase it, and sometimes they do.. but this one, he wants something, but just sits there dreaming about it, putting me off like he doesn't have the time.. what does it mean? i suppose today we will have bagels and mochas and a stroll around disneyland (my nick-name for this dreamy place). he will come up again, perhaps how he has finally planned to visit her as well.. and my heart will ache, thinking how he could have come with me. i think i am done with this heartache. bring me something new. i had my first ribena walking the streets of bath. there were grand fireworks everywhere, some even set off over an esso petrol station. (we ran far from that location.) the moon lit the sky perfectly as we strolled trhough a soggy green. we chased the fireworks and remarked on the girls' after five clothing choices (what is the fascination with boots and jeans and half-there shirts?? i was in a shirt, a sweater, a scarf, a jacket...). then we continued to eat far too much chocolate and cheese.. a steady diet of that could kill you, i suppose, but how divine! mmmmmmmmmmmmmm then we took our hire car for a spin around the south of england, almost accidentally but partly on purpose seeing seven sights in one day. we stopped in bournemouth to get a bottle of sand for a friend back home. now i hear her coming in. i shall shower and enjoy the day, trying not to think of him too much.. this *is* supposed to be my holiday.... love and endless sighs, juju "one day, i am going to grow wings: a chemical reaction..." _________________________________________________________________ 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: Manchester Wednesday
by Jo tomas 05 Nov '01

05 Nov '01

This morning my tompaulin CD arrived and its playing for the fifth time. Its so good. So very very good. I know not everyone likes them but if you are in manchester on wednesday they are playing at the roadhouse with camera obscura (theres the B+S content) go go/buy buy! joxx ===== small town night club over a pub/girls in make up thicken the blood __________________________________________________ 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: There's too much love
by Daniela Varanda 05 Nov '01

05 Nov '01

Hi lovely people! I don't have much time to write right now, cause it is 6 AM and I gotta go to college soon (urgh!). But I felt like posting, and I can't stand my classes anymore. Journalism can be REALLY boring sometimes. A nice thing that happened to me, related to the boring thing I do and study, was writing a report about musical critics. You may think they are all bad green people with big black eyes (and I have to admit I wanna be one of them), but they are all so nice. Unfortunately you can't read my report, cause it is in Portuguese, but I have discovered many interesting things about this job. THERE'S TOO MUCH LOVE Oh, I've been listening to this song all the time. I think it fits to me somehow. I mean, now. I'm in love again. He said he loved me. This couldn't feel better. And I wanna tell Rachel that. TROUBLES COME, BUT TROUBLES GO! Sooner or later a very nice person will enter your life and you won't even notice. And when you find out...you are in love again and life looks beautiful as it had never been before. Oh, I'm getting too piegas. Now I gotta take my shower and have some milk. Hugs and kisses, Daniela _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Yahoo! GeoCities Tenha seu lugar na Web. Construa hoje mesmo sua home page no Yahoo! GeoCities. É fácil e grátis! http://br.geocities.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: Dancing just for practice
by JAMES GILMER 05 Nov '01

05 Nov '01

Pre-post question: Anyone up for another Chicago excursion before the snow flys? Not a picnic in this weather, but maybe a meet-up and dinner in downtown? If so, can someone else plan the bloody thing instead of Michigan Jim? :P Onwards!!!!! Do people not dance anymore at concerts? I went and saw Stereolab in concert last night, and was quite suprised and happy because I had not realized Quasi was the opening act. Quasi are just brilliant, and their live show is just staggering. Stereolab were incredible as well, but Quasi just rocked out. My only complaint, no one was fucking moving! I've noticed this at many of the shows I've been to this year, the most obvious being the Jets to Brazil show earlier this summer, when I and my date were the only ones bloody dancing and jumping about and having a brilliant time. It's a bit weird to look around and realize no one's even bobbing their heads. I mean, honestly, there's an amazing band pumping out insane amount of noise and ace beats and these people look like dogs being shown a card trick. Here's a clue: DANCE! Jump up and down, bob your head, shake your head from side to side, do SOMETHING!!! I'm not a club kid or a big dancer by any stretch of the imagination, but dammit, what's wrong with people that they aren't dancing or moshing or even nodding their heads in time to the beats? Ohhh, now I feel old; "In my day we could barely walk after a concert, we had scars from dancing about in front of the stage, you kids today just don't know how to have fun...", etc. Dance, Dance Revolution? No. New game. Dance Fucker Dance. If you don't dance about at concerts the bouncers are allowed to wallop you upside the head until you start bloody moving. Quasi started pumping it, just kicking out madness and beautiful noise and I'm ready to start jumping about...and not one other bastard in the mix is moving. *sigh* Ken Chu said: "Knowing how love works is all fine as long as there is someone to love, I don't think I even know any single girls who live in this town, definitely not one who wants my ass" Ahhh, that is a problem. I know I hated high school because it seemed like there was no one who was my 'type', sometimes even college seemed odd like that as well, and the ones that were my type were already taken. There's no doubting that Ken's one of the good guys though, and there's plenty of women out there who'd love his ass. Ken, if we ever meet up the first couple Red Bulls and Vodka are on me. We'll toss them back and I'll teach ya how to do a Kimba impression that'll have the birds all over ya, not that I really think you need my help. Kirsten told us about the girl she knew from the town where all they did was have sex, and I know the type of town she's talking about. Those rumours you hear about small towns? A lot of them are true. Strange things go on in small towns. Trust me, I grew up in a smallish town, I could tell you *many* stories. Kirsten's post was beautifully sad, and I was struck by the last line; "you light another smoke and you think, 2001, that's the year...isn't it?" A new century already, and already it feels too much like the old one. 2001, and still no jetpacks or moonbases or even flying cars. I want my jetpack and my flying car, if we're still going to have war and death and famine in the new century, then the least they could do is get us flying cars. As to the talk of love and crushes and the like, I think of my friend Erin, who's somewhere up in the upper part of Michigan at the moment with the deer, and rednecks, and such. To quote Erin; "Fuck love, fuck it with knives!!" It it wasn't for the fact that Erin kicks with the other foot, plays for the other team so to speak, then I'd have married that girl years ago. I'm in a bit of a bad mood tonight, as I'm missing my friends. So many of them are scattered to the wind. Erin up north, Nick and Watson over in London, Jenny somewhere in Arizona. I miss London. I miss pissing away the summer in the Ben Crouch or the Bull and the Mouth drinking far too many RB&V's with my friends or hanging about the hostel bar at the Generator and chatting up tourists and travellers. Even my casual friends, like the lovely Elise (who I owe an email to for her thank you card) and her other half Sean, I resent the fact that I can't pick up the phone and invite them out for coffee or drinks, or the fact that I can't wander down to lovely Llew's bookstore and pester her into selling me heathen books, or even head down to the noodle store and have our resident noodle goddess Kirsten fetch me a bowl of noodles. This is why we need jetpacks and flying cars. They'd make sinister drink-ups so much easier. Oh, all this and I forge to mention that I had the pleasure of meating up with Miss Longcore and her utterly mad brother at the Stereolab show. Bit awkward at first, always is meeting new people. luckily her brother is as mad in the head as I am, though I was trying to be on my best behavior. In other news, FROM HELL the movie is shit, in the bad sense. FROM HELL the graphic novel by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell is a piece of art, and you should all read it. I took my niece to see MONSTERS, INC today, and it was actually amazingly amusing. I have to say that I agree with Stacey's friend Coral as to why many of us bother with the list. She's probably right for many, of course, there are always exceptions. Poe (the singer, not Edward Allan) is playnig Detroit this weekend and I'm well chuffed. Ahh, I've probably blathered on enough, and by the clock on the wall I see it's time to meet some of my friends at the bar. Red Bull, vodka, and much love to all the sad sinisters out there. Jim PS, a special tip of the glass to a special Sinister girl who learned the hard way that sometimes people are just scum and selfish bastards. And a hearty "Fuck them with knives" to said scum. I really hate it when people fuck with my friends. "And I'm up while the dawn is breaking Even though my heart is aching I should be drinking a toast to absent friends Instead of these comedians" - Elvis Costello _________________________________________________________________ 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: just to touch the flaming dove...
by Rachel fruitloop 05 Nov '01

05 Nov '01

HELLO SINISTER! I thought I'd deviate from my norm and write a post with less quotation marks for a change! Today was one of those days that I love... It's dark and chilly and stormy outside. I've spent the afternoon listening to music and drawing pictures. The kitties are following me around the house. And it's just me and them... I have lost myself in a trance, I am in another state. I guess you would call it "the alpha state that I am in", a meditative state between sleeping and being awake. I have been drawing a picture for my list crush, Mr. B. And I was thinking that our song should be "Gathering Moss" by the Super Furry Animals. Ben doesn't know it yet, but he does now. I think it's the perfect song for crushes. Whilst listening to it and drawing, I contemplated how nice it would be to rest my cheek on his shoulder and feel his arms around me. *sigh* The thought gets lost in the pattern of tiny rosebuds and checkers on the quilt under which I'm huddled. Which gets me to thinking about other romantic ideas... and I wonder what it would be like to get lost in it with the boy next door... the boy being you, Ryan. Lord of the nursery! He is the kind of boy who could be a little bit of everything to me. I certainly don't plan on spoiling things by dumping too much smelly perfume all over it, though. I think things are quite nice without too much pretense. I only wish every girl had a friend like Ryan. I suppose drawing a picture for Ryan this evening wouldn't be too mushy, would it? I suppose a little sentiment couldn't hurt. Certainly not as much as a whack with a pink plastic Hello Kitty ruler! ;) There's NOT too much love! To quote Bowie: "All I have is my love of love, and love is not loving..." Love. and crushes. to you. all. (esp. Rich. Gil.) Rachel fruitloop P.S. Chu. P.P.S. Los Angeles. Meet up. Next weekend? __________________________________________________ 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: Our Island In The Sun
by Genevieve Wesley 05 Nov '01

05 Nov '01

Dahling had an idea: Any other takers? I somehow managed to lure Ken Chu to make an utterly spontaneous trip into London a few weeks ago, can I entice anyone else into Athens? Think about it. Get back to me. And Ill continue to scheme through the winter. Oh, that does sound lovely. How warm is Greece in late December? I imagine sitting in balconies with warm breezes eating baguette and cheese. I think you should lure some UK people from their comfy little positions. They always get visitors. I'm actually having a bit of a disagreement over where to go for a holiday. He wants to go somewhere hot and all-inclusive. I want to go to London. It's just that those package vacations keep conjuring up mental images of drunken frat boys singing 'One More Time' while the desperation hangs in the air and from the bikinis. But Dahling, you could give us a bit of culture! So I put off my own wishes, I'll be there sooner than later anyways. Although lord knows what I'm actually going to do when I get there. Vel - no signs of 'Wanted: Go-Go Dancers To Work In Glasgow' yet. Any nice Scottish families in need of a Canadian au pair? Costume optional. My latest songs I wish B&S to cover: The Want Ads, (how lovely to hear Struan singing 'experience in love preferred, but will accept a young trainee') and Guantanamera (thanks to Arik for helping me on the correct title for that one). My third one would be Girl From The North Country. You know, I think I actually prefer the Bob Dylan and Cash duet rather than just Bob Dylan. It seems more appropriate that Stuart David would sing that song, he has such an appreciation for northern girls...but we know that can never be. He could be in a rocking chair with his guitar, the winds howling, the snow swirling outside, and, just close your eyes, boys and girls...imagine you're at the other end of the village. Press your hand to that cold window, he's singing to you! I like how Dimitra says her winter comes from Russia. Back at my old home, when a bad smell would arrive everyone would nod and say 'The winds shifted - I can smell Thurso'(the pulp and paper mill). I would love to speak Russian. And Welsh. My teacher tried to explain the double ll: 'it's a tch sound in your throat'. My ll just doesn't sound authentic, although this makes the pronunciation of Llew very interesting. Sometimes he's a bit too scholarly though - Did you catch the Aramaic undertones? Ah no, I didn't. Imagine that - in Los Angeles that have pomegranate trees! Oh Youn, the pomegranate WAS exotic and delicious. I saved one half for later, it's quite a physical job to eat one. The recent longing was stirred by a childhood memory. When I was about 8 or so, my fancy schoolfriend ALWAYS had one in her lunch. She had a jacuzzi as well. We'd make our skin lobster-red and then roll around in the February snow. Very Refreshing! The Moldy Peaches is closer to what my lunch was like. I don't know why I didn't just throw the unwanted fruit OUT, but no, I had to hide it in my room. Probably out of respect for Papa. I'd like to join the Sinister Grandpa's & Grandma's Club. I want invitations to sit on knees in rocking chairs by the woodstove, where The Farmer's Almanac is comfortably close by. Plus, I like to be called lamb or hen. Grandpa always thinks you need a bit of 'fattening up', how comforting. Not like boys who remark 'getting a bit of a tummy?' oh yes, just keep on racking up those sensitivity points! Love, Genevieve _________________________________________________________________ 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: beyond the sunrise
by amy 05 Nov '01

05 Nov '01

i got to see a bootiful sunset tonight. a good weekend deserves a good post. i'll try to create justice. and. i don't mind gillanders. please. just let him be. poor soul. i understand. perhaps not to the same degree. but. i am in the know. i met up with mr. punk rawk himself last evening. i do indeed hope that my brother and i did not scare him. or scar him! *screeeeeeech* my brother is a dog on wheels. i shouldn't have let him behind the wheels of thee super tempo. oh no. can you believe we left a concert hall after seeing 2 great bands at only ... 8:45pm!? never have i been to such an early show before. quasi/stereolab. lovely, and lovelier. i think my brother wanted to hit on janet weiss. i'm sure he withdrew the notion at the last moment. lil' chef + mr. punk rawk = i had to have feta cheese. yes, i paid the $2.50 extra to have feta on my omelette. i'm a girl with needs. seriously, he is one of the nicer guys in michigan after all, and the fact that he got along with my brother makes him aces in my book. makes me more excited about getting in on a get together or picnic, or whatever. me needs more musical friends. spent today rubbing the feet of my pregnant friend, wendy. she's about due and is miserable. she's a small-framed girl and baby olive (the baby is indeed female and they are naming her olivia, hence the olive nickname) is resting herself in along moms ribs and stretching out her tailbone to the point of bruising the skin. mom needs comfort and girlfriends and massages. i did what i could and am sad i couldn't stay in lansing for her. she's got a great husband and our other friends with her. i just wish i could be too. she's my first girlfriend i've seen pregnant that i'm reallly happy for. all the others, i worried about the father being bad, their finances, other yucky things, not this one. they're doing it all just right. i'm so proud of them and happy for them. she's just really afraid of the action behind the word episitomy. i don't think i spelled it correctly. i haven't seen it written in years! it is a scary thought though, that. gah! so, yeah, the sunset was really amazing on my way home from the weekends travels. all that crazy pink and orange seemingly hitting the earth with a somehow fierce softness. i work evenings, so it's not very often i really take them in. i was quite moved tonight. i should mention though, that some of my sight to the outside of my car, was blurred by the good dousing the passenger side window got of red bull. yes. i tried it. without the vodka. all on its own. from the can. yuck! we tried to pour it out the window and ended up making a mess. off to the car wash i go.... group hugs and beer mugs, amy (viva rachels!) __________________________________________________ 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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