November 2001 - Sinister

Sinister: am i strong or weak?
by Astrid Wiezell 05 Nov '01

05 Nov '01

Hi Sinister, I just wanted to tell you all that.. actually, I don´t have anything important to say. Hmm. I should be writing a text about russian politics as I am having a group presentation about Russia tomorrow. But I haven´t done it yet, and oh, it´s so depressingly late to do it. It´s 00:18 here, I´m going up again at 7:00! I mean, why do I always have to wait for the absolute LAST second to do stuff? Oh well. I just thought I´d tell you all about my terrific day. I got woken up at ten by my mum, then she and my sister ate some newly-made scones and I took a shower (I was home alone by then, so I listened to Tigermilk very loud, and I showered with the bathroom door open so that I would hear it better) and sang along. I then walked to my friend Marika´s house. We have been getting really distant lately, we hardly talk on the phone anymore and it seems like, sadly enough, we´ve just grown into such different persons. Wo we watched some tv, talked and disagreed about stuff and then I went home. I walked home, oh how lovely it was! It was cloudy, a bit cold, no, more chilly and the wind was blowig quite hard, but I, in my black, warm corduroy coat, wasn´t cold, i also had mittens so that I wouldn´t be cold. I listened to B&S in my freestyle, a sort of compilationtape that I made for myself. I forgot lots of classics when making it, and I didn´t have the same kind of favourites then, but it is good songs and it´s nice to hear the one´s you haven´t really listened to properly for a while. I met an old lady that lives in our house. She looks like she´s 100 years old, she is so cool. We talked a bit about how much we both enjoyed walking around, and how nice the weather was, and how the condition of the paths in our nearby park was. It was actually nice to have that sort of conversation with someone. When I met her one time this summer she kind of giggled and said "I was just out picking berries in the park. But I couldn´t reach the one´s that are at the top. They are the yummiest". And then she kind of giggled and said she had to say goodbye now. I like her, she´s sweet. When I got home, I put on some make-up and then my friend Anna came, we were going to a small gig with one of my favourite bands Edson! And the supportive act was a band called Corduroy Utd. With my kind-of-friend Leo as a bass player, they´re dead good, got a record deal and all. Releasing their debut ep soon. Next week I think. Leo is a very good-looking boy. He´s very nice as well. I like him. I can get a bit nervous around him, but he is very sweet. Other people I met there: Fanny (yay!(it´s her real name by the way, yes) sweetie!) , Mikaela, Gustav, Adam, Emelie, Niklas, Johan. I have no idea why I wrote down the names of them since I don´t really know them that well and none of them are people that you know about. But still. Edson were so fabolous!! We were like 60-65 people, and oh how good it was! They played two gigs today, the early at 16:30 for people under 20, adn the late at 20:00 for people over 20. Very cute idea! it was such a small place, at one time, almost everyone sat down and it was so cute and nice. The girl playing the electric piano, flute and pling-plong-thing, and the one looking like a little minikeyboard with a little rubber-thing on it, that you blow in, er, is a bloody good candidate for being the next Isobel. She is so sweet, and she smiled at me. But the one whom I now fully adore is their singer Pelle Carlberg, oh he is gorgoeus! He looked to being around 25-35, and he was dead sweet, standing right in front of me as I was at the front at this wee stage, moving his hips and singing heartbreakingly soft. Edson are one of my favourite bands, they are lovely. http://www.edson.nu I think I might give you all a link to my schoolpicture for this year, if you all want to. I dunno. people say I look sweet on it, I think I look too happy, but what the hell, it is a quite nice photo. Anyway, I DEMAND that you visit my B&S-site and write in the guestbook and read the stories and.. and.. yes; http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/darling better get back to those russian politics, uh, BORING! no offence to anyone who´s interested in it, but it just doesn´t seem like the most interesting thing right now. love and stars, Astrid x _________________________________________s_p_r_a_y_ Här börjar Internet! Skaffa gratis e-mail och gratis Internet på http://www.spray.se Ny chatt på Spray! 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Sinister: i seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere, somwehere, in a field in cornwall, all right...
by tom p 04 Nov '01

04 Nov '01

Is it just me, or has a subtle change of mood come over Sinister? I leave for a few months, come back and everyone's obsessed with crushes (list or otherwise) and indulging in deep analysis of song lyrics. It's...I dunno...almost twee, or something. It's good, I think. I seem to be stranded in Cornwall. A delightful, picturesque part of the country, to be sure, but do we really want to live in pictures? Of course we do, pictures are pretty, but not pictures of sodding fields. Pictures of fun places, with all manner of debauchery going on, probably. Or failing that, something with monkeys in it. In my experience, fields offer nothing but cows, endless cows that I really haven't got any use for. I thought about giving each cow a different name, so I could track the course of their lives over several days. I started well - Daisy, Brian, Mr. Nietszche and You Little Bastard were all standing in a small group near the hedge - but then realised that cows all look broadly similar, rendering it far to difficult for a mere whimsical exercise, if not downright impossible. Whimsical exercises should be nice and easy, otherwise someone really should pay you for doing them. (Speaking of which, I thought that any indie football team should surely be based on a solid back four of the memebers of Ash - much in the manner of the old Arsenal defence - but didn't take the thought any further. That's the other good thing about whimsical exercises, you can stop them without any feeling of regret, so maybe it's a good thing nobody's paying you for them.) I've been thinking a lot about missed opportunities lately. Probably because, now I've left university, I can't help imagining all the things I /could/ have done when I was there. If I'd thought about a career earlier, would I have a job now? (Yes.) Should I have asked so-and-so out? (Probably.) If I'd taken those guitar lessons at school, would I now be a member of The Strokes? (No.) It's silly, really - I did plenty much amazing stuff (someday I will tell you about the "half-naked Jonny Vegas calling a barn dance while wearning a pink stetson" incident. Oh, I will tell you....). But I still think it's important to grab all the opportunities while you can - you always regret not doing things far more than you regret doing them. For example, I have a friend who came up with an idea for a children's book once. It was going to be about a boy called Harry Wizard who was very good at pottery. He never followed it up, and now he's had to run away to Canada. Of such small tragedies! are our lives made. Yesterday, I caught You Little Bastard humping Mr. Nietszche by the patch of bracken. At least, I think it was them. Life, I suspect, goes on. lv, t x -- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- tom p, currently somewhere in darkest cornwall tom(a)fatfatpope.com "...a man with a phil oakey haircut..." the stage ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Spin magazine article
by Carmel 04 Nov '01

04 Nov '01

I don't know if someone already mentioned this, but there is a little article about Belle and Sebastian's show in Portland in a recent issue of Spin. It has a really cute picture of Stuart talking to the audience and describes the feeling of the crowd that night pretty well. Hopefully I can still buy it! Carmel ===== "Once again, packed like frozen food and battery hens Think of all the starving millions Don't talk politics and don't throw stones Your royal highnesses" --Radiohead-- __________________________________________________ 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 post I haven't read
by Joe Vester 04 Nov '01

04 Nov '01

(Non-b&s title, a smile to anyone who can tell me from whence it comes) I am in both posting overdrive and crushing overdrive. I know all this bantering about list-crushes is going on, but as I am not planning on marrying/going to live with any of them, I am fine. I'm not even old enough to marry and live with people other than my parents yet. Anyway, I have 4 or so list-crushes at present, although only one of them is registered with Miss Crush, and that was some time ago, that's a pretty long-running one. Posting overdrive, though. I have posted 3 times in 5 days. Which could be seen as excessive. I am, however, counting it as making up for the summer holidays when I hardly posted at all. Actually, It's just I'm feeling a bit on the bored side. Fruitloop (my team-mate), when you were 15, all the boys like me were hanging around wondering why all the girls didn't like us and neither did most of the boys. By the way, I have been mentioned several times in recent fruitloop digests as of late. I'm feeling flattered and proud. I thought I'd mention this, just in case any of you didn't notice. I was immensely impressed by Cunning Andre, who would appear to be dead clever. Actually thinking about work when you don't have to. That is true dedication. I had yet another sinister dream, this time about my list crush (one of them) becoming our lodger (even though we don't have one) and totally ignoring me in favour of her really irritating boyfriend. London Picnic, hooray! 17th it is. Whenever I go on #sinister, there is either no-one else there or I am doing something wrong. May I add that The Mamas And The Papas are brilliant. Mellissa Williams thought I was an excellent writer. I was dead chuffed. On a final note, fellow Rachel, Rachel OJ said: >oh, befoe i forget it... can i join the under 20 club too? i mean.. i'm just >seventeen, jo i'd love to be in it! pleeease? >it would be so grate!! Is this "jo" me, or is it another person and I'm just being vain? I like to know if I've been mentioned, it's just my acceptance craving. Oh, and I'm not in charge. All membership applications go to the Club Secretary, Mrs. Evilaccountant. !Viva Rachels!(I have lined up one of my mixtape songs now, so y'all better get scred now(no, it's not by reindeer section)) Joe P.S. For those of you who are interested, My sister is called Scarlett. Like Ms. O'Hara (Watch gone with the wind if you don't know who this is) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: they fight fire but tho they burn they do not fight themselves
by stacey dahling 04 Nov '01

04 Nov '01

So yesterday the toast maker exploded and I havent eaten properly ever since. Its amazing how much I had come to depend on toast. Toast and honey for breakfast, toast sandwich of tomato, onion, roasted red pepper, basil, cheese and mustard for lunch/dinner. It was quite a dramatic demise. I was washing dishes a foot away when suddenly there was an enormous spark - a mini-firecracker, really - and then all the electricity in the whole house went off. An autopsy revealed the power cord had been sandwiched in with the bread and melted through in two separate sections. Dinner was not the only thing that died with the toast maker, but also an informal ritual, or way of life, that had somehow revolved around it. My days consist of long periods of writing in my bedroom, interrupted only by the occasional trip to the bathroom or toast maker. Im usually too pre-occupied or lazy to make a proper meal, at least not until late in the evening, so the toast maker was truly an essential appliance, more so than the television or even the radio. After I laid it to rest on the little garbage rug next to the door, I didnt know what to do with myself. I stared at the refrigerator for what seemed like hours. I spent the rest of the evening pacing around my room in circles, dipping my finger in maple syrup. Before the incident, I had spent the morning telling my new roommate Jane all my secrets. I dont know how it happened. And afterwards I was quite embarrassed. I always do this. I withhold so much from my so-called friends, but blab to strangers. My relationship with Jane began as expected. She moved in Thursday and I timidly showed her around the apartment, retreating into my room rather quickly as she went out to buy some groceries. Then we floated around the apartment, seeking each other out occasionally to ask questions or point something out, like the water boiler switch or the garlic press. We gradually began to speak about other things. But it wasnt until we had our first drunken family meal that I became loquacious. This is another thing that has dramatically altered my little insular world, even more so than the untimely demise of the toast maker (after all, I will likely buy a new one tomorrow). The apartment is suddenly social. Cause and effect. New roommate means we had to clear out our office and consolidate our living room. Our enormous, open apartment once had two adjoining front rooms the size of an art gallery (and almost as empty). Now that space has been cut in half, and there is only one common area. We acquired a table and television and a lamp and started decorating the naked walls in an attempt to make the place more comfortable now that the cold weather has forced us indoors and off the balcony. On Friday, I ran into Joan of Dark and she came over to escape the dreary cold and rain. Coral was home, and Jane, and for the first time we had enough people for an impromptu dinner party. We squeezed into the kitchen, opened a bottle of wine and chatted as we watched Coral throw ingredients together for a huge quiche. It was great fun. When the meal was ready an hour later, we sat around the new living room table and had a long dinner, finishing off two more bottles of wine and a few bottles of Amstel. I walked Joanna to the bus stop and returned home to find that Corals boyfriend Peter had arrived. So the party continued, well into the night. The next morning, Jane, Coral and Peter were sitting in the living room, watching television and discussing Greek slang. I cant get over it. There are people in my living room now. All the time. I had gotten used to not seeing another person in my apartment for weeks on end, or seeing Coral for 15-minute intervals as we bumped into each other on the way in or out. I suppose this is really not that big of a deal. In fact, I feel quite silly getting so worked up about it. But its disconcerting to realize one day that the entire nature of your home has changed dramatically. And its probably a good thing that I will be forced to be social. But. But. But. I dunno. Ive been listening to the same two granddaddy songs on repeat for 40 minutes. I must stop. Ive begun to need music all the time. Silence disturbs me. I wonder why this is. Coral has this theory about sinister. She believes that Belle and Sebastian somehow appeals to our deep, child-like sensibilities. That the music is warm and comforting, a salve to soothe whatever wounds we may have. She thinks we are all either wounded in some way or have a basic desire to return to a child-like existence. She points to those of us who are depressed, forlorn, confused, twee. Mind you, she has formed this theory of hers based largely on me and my descriptions of friends and tales of picnics and two or three forays into chat. Im not sure how accurate it is at all - it does not account for those music snobs among us, for instance - but there you have it. Today was a good day to snuggle up with hot cocoa and a good book or bad film. It was cold and rainy and dark and dismal. But instead I tread half the city in search of a good café. I ended up at one halfway between the ritzy shops and student hangouts. It was very bright and proper, with waiters who wore black bowties. The clientele was old, well-dressed and perfumed. They were all paired off, or in groups of three or four, and they eyed me suspiciously as I sat alone by a window, writing and staring outside, dressed in pale blue corduroys, an old worn plaid shirt and a black sweater. It made me feel good. I feel like perhaps I should begin referring to other listees and posts. My posts are always so self-involved. I never thought Id turn into such a public navel-gazer. How pathetic. I feel guilty about this, a little. But I dont know what to say, really, except that kirstens last post was so fabulous I almost printed it out. Ive never done that before. Ive noticed my anti-crush stance has not been received with open arms. Ah well. I havent changed my opinion, but I have enjoyed some of the pro-crush posts nonetheless. Hmm. You are all fab anyway, however misguided. Ha! Sorry. I didnt mean that. Entirely. Im going to read a smart, thick, depressing book now, maybe to catch a glimpse at the meaning of life. Or at least a few words that force me to use a dictionary. I think I am ready. My name will be Money but you can call me Change. ~dahling _________________________________________________________________ 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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Sinister: Re: OFFTOPIC: plea to American listees for "Buffy" musical Ep!:)
by vu sleeper 04 Nov '01

04 Nov '01

Kin asked about recording the new Buffy episodes on UPN, which I don't think will be possible unless you own an NTSC vhs player (or perhaps someone in the states might have a PAL recorder). I am told that Australia uses the PAL system. Good news however they are releasing the first season of Buffy on three DVDs in a box set. I am a sucker for these things, as I have the X-Files season one-three, the Simpsons season one, Stargate SG1 season one, etc. vu +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Should we swim with a peaceful manatee in the canal next home??
by Jose Emanuel 04 Nov '01

04 Nov '01

Brooms Hello to you all sinisterines. This is my first mail to list so I’m supposed to do a little introduction, BUT I WONT because I’m DIFFERENT from all....ummm... just joking. My name is Jose E Emanuel and I’m from Lima, Peru. Yes, B&S are popular over there also, but definitively not in a massive form. I said over there because right now I’m in Miami, Florida. I came last december to visit my father and I stayed... I dont know why yet. It was a good decision anyway. In Lima I just had some B&S cassetes copies while here I bought all the albums. Another reason... well there is this Peruvian girl I met the second month I was here during a hard depression caused by the shock of change maybe. She told me that if you try to talk to someone here they just turn their backs on you. She felt just like me. I sort of made friend with her for three days, but then the depression struck again, and I left all people interaction for a long time. Then I moved from Little Habana to South Miami. I didn’t ask her for telephone or anything, so my mission is find her and tell her that she had reason in what she said to me 9 months ago. I have found some data already. - Her mother is russian - She lives in a zone called Miami Springs - And the most frightening, her father is a little bit jealous. She can not receive boy calls by telephone, because she would be in big trouble. Very big trouble. (So she doesn’t give her phone number to boys) Very tough guy I imagine. Isn’t that challenging? To write this post it’s been very difficult. I’m very shy, and I when I received the mail telling me that I had left the nursery I thought it would be useless for me to write and for you to read what I’d put. However, today I am in a good mood. Even though is a bad day to be in a good mood, I am. (Michelle hurricane is heading to South Florida and it may reach us tomorrow or monday). And so I wrote. That simple. If I don’t do it today, I may don’t do it any other day in a long time. I have read a lot of praise for Rachel Fruitloop’s posts recently. Why is that? I mean, why all that praise now? Since I arrived to Sinister two months ago I liked her posts a lot, and I could tell immediately that she is a very nice person. Or is that they are getting better and better with time? Anyway her posts are great. I love when someone new post and she gives them a welcome in her post. It’s like maternal. Like a powerful Jedi telling an apprentice that he’s doing good. I wish I could express myself better in English. I am learning right now, that’s the reason of the errors in the posts and I’m afraid that any of that errors could lead to a misinterpretation of something. Hope not. Thanks for your time. REALLY! J Emanuel E _________________________________________________________________ Descargue GRATUITAMENTE MSN Explorer en http://explorer.msn.es/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: Αs if we've exhausted our emotions, there's only time and weather left
by Dimitra 04 Nov '01

04 Nov '01

Some night earlier on this week, I went outside to walk my puppy after having spend almost an day and a half in front of my computer. I was surprised to find the real world actually existed out there. It seemed as true as the imaginary one. It was dark, humid and shiny. It seemed a wee bit magical. And it is big!! A whole city lies outside my doorstep. You can walk down to the sea, buy ice cream and sit down looking at the lights of the city and of some ships, and of the moon too usually, reflecting. Almost a circle of lights, and you're sat in the edge of it. It made me feel guilty for always saying I don't like this place. As I said, the world out there is big. For a moment I thought I could feel the distance between Thessaloniki and ... wherever my friends are -most of them in Scotland; I could feel that distance on my skin. It was heavy. But distance is to be crossed, to travel in it. While travelling this summer, I was always surprised of how you can actually find yourself somewhere else. I guess this sentence doesn't make much sense. I was travelling by train, which is relatively slow (it took me ten hours to get from Munster, in north western Germany, to London). And still. The thought -the realisation- that you can find yourself somewhere else. Somewhere where things are different. Somewhere you've been thinking and dreaming of and imagining and all. It was really surprising. So. Distance makes me want to travel. Today, it's a really cold day. It feels like winter. Smells like winter too. The weather is crazy here, it was *summer* two weeks ago -it was 24 degrees at 11 o' clock on a Sunday night. And now there's this evil cold wind that comes from Russia blowing everywhere. Russia is a long way away, but it really is where that wind comes from. I learned that in school; however, I believe it. It probably is where winter comes from too. It's exciting, that you get something from so far away -so exotic!- blowing around the streets of your town. The world might just be magical after all. Travelling... when I was in my last year in school and everyone was talking about travelling, I wondered why. And I told myself: I want to see how the weather changes all over the world. And all the weather descriptions I had read in books flooded my head. I wanted to know how it feels when the clouds gather in the plains in north western Germany. How it feels on a beach in southern France after the rain. How does the sky look when the sun sets in England. How does the rain fall in Amsterdam. Geneva when it's foggy. And now that I've seen some of those, I can tell you -yes, the rain does fall differently in different places. And nowhere I've been to are summer nights so sweet as they're in June in Thessaloniki. But I have already said that. I'm being told lately about dreams of living in a boat or in a big house in the countryside. Which floods my mind yet again with pictures I have acquired from watching tv and films and from reading books, where people go on a holiday in a house in a green valley. I mean, I haven't actually seen for myself anything like that. I particularly remember a house in a Norwegian film I watched last spring -I won't say what it's called cause translating to English something that had been badly translated from Norwegian into Greek would sound awful. The house was white and small and behind it was a big tree that shed red and brown leaves everywhere. I miss autumn. As I said, the weather here is crazy, we go straight from summer to winter... although I remember faintly that it wasn't always so... In my mind also come pictures of the boat houses in Amsterdam and Rotterdam, and I remind myself, not without some pride, that I have seen them myself. Which brings back to travelling. I thought today, the state should pay for us to travel instead of pay for universities. Even Auntsadie knows it, school is bad for the soul. There are best ways to learn things than being told about them. We should be left alone to discover them. And travelling is part of that process. Oh! And everyone should have free internet and free phonecalls!! Especially long-distance phonecalls. Which is a way of changing the subject to list crushes and long distance relationships . Are they a Bad Thing or a Good Thing? Hmm. What if they're just a Thing? What if they're not that different from 'normal' crushes and short distance relationships? Yes. I know the difference. I feel it every morning when I wake up. And when I walk the streets of my town and they happen to look particularly beautiful for some reason. I've been told it's what you feel when you hang up the phone. I don't know about that. Yet. I also feel it when I tell someone I'm in love, or something like that. And I have to convince them I'm not crazy. Giving them a 'please don't say that, no, it's not like what you think' look. But, I insist -list crushes are not that different. Not more dangerous and risky than other kind of crushes. Someone who is 3000 miles away can prove to be a different person than who you thought they were. Of course. but. Isn't it that this can happen as well when you're sharing your bed with someone? I think you know it is. List crushes. You loose something, but you win something else. When I'm walking the streets of my town, and they for some reason look particularly beautiful. I know there's someone wishing he was there with me. That there is someone who'd like me to think of him. And I always thought, or rather no, I have discovered, that the actual part of a relationship, what makes it *it*, is having someone in your mind and in your heart. And near your soul. I think I've said too much. Love, and the overcast sky, the kind that makes colours look brighter, Dimitra +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Masterplan
by John John 03 Nov '01

03 Nov '01

dear sinister, i was sitting on the sofa on the Thursday morning, passing the time before setting off on my epic ten minute journey of dodging young bucks off the neddish clans, and to avoid the mud river called the woods on my route to school. i looked hesitantly at the clock, because i knew it was time. and i wasn't ready! gulping down my Ricicles (usually regarded as blasphemous, but was made an exception in this case), i had to run and put my shoes on, do a magic trick with my tie to make it look reasonable, and grab my duffle-coat to depart for the usual morning at school. as is probably guessed by now, it wasn't a usual day morning. the time on the clock when i left said eight-twenty, when i usually leave at eight-thirtyfive. i was wondering if the early departure would be worth it as i managed to pass through the woods unscathed: my fringe was still in front of my eyes, not way past my ears; my hood was behaving itself for a change and not making me look like a silly poo; my trousers weren't splattered by the mud monster. today had to be the day. before heading to school i detoured to our local Alldays. the transaction took a matter of seconds, as did actually getting to school afterwards. but the seconds drastically augmented as i walked into the building, with the steps to the maths department looming. i stopped, breathed long and hard, and decided to go down. she wasn't there. my heart stopped dead as i wondered what happened. she is always there, a few minutes before her friends. i sighed and decided to go and see my partner in crime and her boyfriend. they told me she'd walk past in a while with her friend, Angela. i prepared myself. all those weeks of butterflies, of panic, of eating through countless packets of lovehearts for them never to contain the right one, and for me to be nearly sick from consuming too much sugar in a small amount of time. it would all stand for the next few moments, when she'd walk along.. with her friend. her friend. that was going to be a problem. i started whimpering. i knew her friends would know anyway, but i didn't want them to witness my downfall. and there she was. walking down the corridor with her gorgeous we smile, with her perfectly serene face that paired perfectly with her tropical sea blue eyes. with her amazingly gorgeous brown corduroy coat. a cry came instinctively from my friend: 'Angela! i want to show you something!!!' yet again my heart felt like it halted from all motion as she walked past m, while i hid under the window. i walked up beside her, and avoiding any eye contact, said my excuses, and gave her the sweet with the message CUTIE PIE i repeated my excuses, and ran. down two separate corridors, so that i was well away from her. i heard an 'aw' before i legged it, which probably made me run faster. as fast or slow as those fifteen minutes were, it didn't work. The Masterplan failed. as much as my friend Lynsey convinced me it would work (the only person to know my plan) it didn't, as the same evening at our Halloween party, i plucked up the courage after hours to ask her to dance with me, and my bestest attempts to make her smile or giggle ended up in vein as i'll be right back really meant sorry and i never saw her for the rest of the evening. and that is why i am never chasing a girl again. johnjohn x _________________________________________________________________ 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: Trying to avoid confusion wherever humanly possible
by Will Salt 03 Nov '01

03 Nov '01

Stop reading now. Yes, I do mean you. I had an idea the other day for a Grand Project. I want to write my autobiography in pictures, because it would be much better than words. Not pictures of myself, but pictures I have taken or made, and pieces of letters that I have written to people. I came up with this theory that if you put together all the things someone has made like that, you get a much better impression of them in your mind than if they try and tell you themselves. Seeing through the eye behind the camera, if you like. Then, you can combine this with bits of writings they have made when they weren't looking to make an impression. Emails they put together in haste, little jottings to friends. Things you don't think about writing too much. It would help avoid confusion. THINGS IT IS IMPORTANT NOT TO CONFUSE, NUMBER 332: Aureoles and Oreos. I first had this autobiography idea when watching a lovely documentary about Surrealism on the TV. And I thought: a visual autobiography which contains no pictures at all of its subject. It's not really a *surreal* idea, to be honest. A surreal autobiography would just have pictures of random-seeming things. Letting the subconscious through and all that. Pictures of: an oil refinary, a lemon, a packet of biscuits and the corrugated surface of a field, all in sequence. All connected to me, and in some kind of logical order; but unless you *are* me you don't know what those connections are. Unless you know that I like eating biscuits. THINGS IT IS IMPORTANT NOT TO CONFUSE, NUMBER 479: Lobsters and knee-high boots. Of course, to make it worth writing an autobiography -- even one without me in it -- I'd have to do something interesting so people would actually know who I was. Unless the pictures were *really* good, which would be unlikely. I could write someone else's autobiography, I suppose. I was still thinking about My Pictorial Life when I went to a rather nice photography exhibition that is on at the moment. It briefly covers the entire history of photography, which is quite annoying because it reminds me that I am unlikely to ever be good enough to create anything like that. Maybe I would have been a hundred and fifty years ago, but not today when there are so many photographers lying about the place. I have to try and remind myself that each one of these pictures represents a pinnacle; one wonderful image from a lifetime's work. And good photographers become good photographers by taking hundreds and hundreds of pictures and throwing ninety per cent of them away. Whenever I feel an attack of surrealism coming on, I reread bits of Alice In Wonderland. It's a lovely book, and I think it's one of the first surreal books in the same way that the Odyssey is the first ever novel. My parents gave me a lovely hardback annotated edition last Christmas, and I love to light lots of candles and snuggle up in bed with it. THINGS IT IS IMPORTANT NOT TO CONFUSE, NUMBER 927: Cabbages and kings. There was a photograph by Lewis Carroll in the exhibition. An ugly young girl, about seven or eight, wearing a nightdress and stood by a bed. Tne card underneath the picture said "Revd. Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (Lewis Carroll)". A foreign man with a bushy moustache came up to me, and said "I know Lewis Carroll took photographs. Does this say 'Lewis Carroll'?" I think he was confused by the brackets. I need something to inspire me to photograph. Otherwise, I just think of the city and can't think of any new images I want to capture; then, when I *do* see something I don't have my camera and can't record it. Or, I daren't, because it involves shooting a stranger. I only dare take pictures of people I don't know when they are a long long way away and probably won't notice. THINGS IT IS IMPORTANT NOT TO CONFUSE, NUMBER 15283: The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra, and a rice pudding. A random thought I had earlier whilst watching the telly: Does that bloke from Travis model his hair on Richard Gillanders? I think we should be told. Right, that's it. I'm going to shut up now. xx gneissy -- ICQ 66321009 http://www.btinternet.com/~wpsalt/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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