September 2001 - Sinister

Sinister: Fwd: [shout] a fwd from an afghan friend
by zorba＠redbricks.org.uk 17 Sep '01

17 Sep '01

this was forwarded to a list i am on. it might bore some of you to read more about the attack on the WTC, but i think it might interest even more of you, judging from the amount of comments there have already been. i wanted to add my words to everyone else's on the day, but felt tongue tied and unable. Instead i give you an intelligently written, but frightening scenario that could result from what has happened. antony > > The following was sent to me by my friend Tamim > Ansary. Tamim is > an > Afghani-American writer. He is also one of the most > brilliant people > I > know in this life. When he writes, I read. When he > talks, I listen. > Here is his take on Afghanistan and the whole mess we > are in. > -Gary T. > > > Dear Gary and whoever else is on this email thread: > > I've been hearing a lot of talk about "bombing > Afghanistan back to the > Stone Age." Ronn Owens, on KGO Talk Radio today, > allowed that this > would > mean killing innocent people, people who had nothing > to do with this > atrocity, but "we're at war, we have to accept > collateral damage. What > else can we do?" Minutes later I heard some TV pundit > discussing > whether we "have the belly to do what must be done." > > And I thought about the issues being raised especially > hard because I > am > from Afghanistan, and even though I've lived here for > 35 years I've > never lost track of what's going on there. So I want > to tell anyone > who > will listen how it all looks from where I'm standing. > > I speak as one who hates the Taliban and Osama Bin > Laden. There is no > doubt in my mind that these people were responsible > for the atrocity > in > New York. I agree that something must be done about > those monsters. > > But the Taliban and Ben Laden are not Afghanistan. > They're not even > the > government of Afghanistan. The Taliban are a cult of > ignorant > psychotics who took over Afghanistan in 1997. Bin > Laden is a political > criminal with a plan. When you think Taliban, think > Nazis. When you > think Bin Laden, think Hitler. And when you think "the > people of > Afghanistan" think "the Jews in the concentration > camps." It's not > only that the Afghan people had nothing to do with > this atrocity. They > were the first victims of the perpetrators. They would > exult if > someone > would come in there, take out the Taliban and clear > out the rats nest > of > international thugs holed up in their country. > > Some say, why don't the Afghans rise up and overthrow > the Taliban? The > answer is, they're starved, exhausted, hurt, > incapacitated, suffering. > A few years ago, the United Nations estimated that > there are 500,000 > disabled orphans in Afghanistan--a country with no > economy, no food. > There are millions of widows. And the Taliban has been > burying these > widows alive in mass graves. The soil is littered with > land mines, > the > farms were all destroyed by the Soviets. These are a > few of the > reasons > why the Afghan people have not overthrown the Taliban. > > We come now to the question of bombing Afghanistan > back to the Stone > Age. Trouble is, that's been done. The Soviets took > care of it > already. > Make the Afghans suffer? They're already suffering. > Level their > houses? > Done. Turn their schools into piles of rubble? Done. > Eradicate their > hospitals? Done. Destroy their infrastructure? Cut > them off from > medicine and health care? Too late. Someone already > did all that. > New bombs would only stir the rubble of earlier bombs. > Would they at > least get the Taliban? Not likely. In today's > Afghanistan, only the > Taliban eat, only they have the means to move around. > They'd slip > away > and hide. Maybe the bombs would get some of those > disabled orphans, > they > don't move too fast, they don't even have wheelchairs. > But flying over > Kabul and dropping bombs wouldn't really be a strike > against the > criminals who did this horrific thing. Actually it > would only be > making > common cause with the Taliban--by raping once again > the people they've > been raping all this time > > So what else is there? What can be done, then? Let me > now speak with > true fear and trembling. The only way to get Bin Laden > is to go in > there > with ground troops. When people speak of "having the > belly to do what > needs to be done" they're thinking in terms of having > the belly to > kill > as many as needed. Having the belly to overcome any > moral qualms > about > killing innocent people. Let's pull our heads out of > the sand. What's > actually on the table is Americans dying. And not just > because some > Americans would die fighting their way through > Afghanistan to Bin > Laden's hideout. It's much bigger than that folks. > Because to get any > troops to Afghanistan, we'd have to go through > Pakistan. Would they > let > us? Not likely. The conquest of Pakistan would have to > be first. Will > other Muslim nations just stand by? You see where I'm > going. We're > flirting with a world war between Islam and the West. > > And guess what: that's Bin Laden's program. That's > exactly what he > wants. That's why he did this. Read his speeches and > statements. It's > all right there. He really believes Islam would beat > the west. It > might > seem ridiculous, but he figures if he can polarize the > world into > Islam > and the West, he's got a billion soldiers. If the west > wreaks a > holocaust in those lands, that's a billion people with > nothing left to > lose, that's even better from Bin Laden's point of > view. He's > probably > wrong, in the end the west would win, whatever that > would mean, but > the > war would last for years and millions would die, not > just theirs but > ours. Who has the belly for that? Bin Laden does. > Anyone else? > > Tamim Ansary > > +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Oft Listening how the hounds and horn
by Gordon 17 Sep '01

17 Sep '01

A while back, someone had been stabbed outside this place. She'd worked the case. Just another act of violence, another life wasted. 'Got plans?' He looked expectant, nervous, childlike in his ignorance and egotism. What could she tell him? Belle and Sebastian on the hi-fi; another gin and tonic; the last third of an Isla Dewar novel. Tough competition for any man. - Set in Darkness, by Ian Rankin: p.133 To be honest it wasn't easy waking up. Through in Edinburgh at around 08:45, I wandered along Princes' St. Gardens; towards the fountain, and sat drinking a can of red bull whilst perusing Sunday's Observer and Monday's Metro, the chill, bright air meeting my simmering blood as I read of Mr. President's thoroughly mis-placed and ill-advised reaction to human grief. I arrived, a bit late, down at the Dean Valley office to Mark's question: "Gordon, do you have a key?" Naw... Alex who does the reprographics was through the glass so we knocked and he let us in through a fire exit. Public holiday, you see... So, I said to the three people in the studio well, I may as well bugger off then: it's a nice day. I went in search of Thomas de Quincey's grave. It's supposed to be in the grounds of St. Cuthbert's along with, as Will tells me, the inventor of logarithms. On the latter part, I have sought the assistance of my father, who explains that logarithms are a way to transform multiplications into additions, via a series of tables. For those of you born pre-1970 (and I shouldn't imagine there are many) such calculations as we now do with pocket calculators were, in those days, done with slide rules, thanks to this man Napier. I could find neither his grave nor that of Thomas's, though I searched for over an hour through grandiose and modest slabs, panels, grottoes, carved obelisks, celtic crosses, draped stone urns, cut-columns... peering at names of brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, things that occupied the lives of those interned, or died of, at any time between about 1742 and 1896... the wind whipped in the sun's vortex through trees, dappling in dynamic chiaroscuro the carved skulls and stone leaves: ...here was the secret of happiness, about which philosophers had disputed for so many ages, at once discovered: happiness might now be bought for a penny, and carried in the waistcoat pocket: portable ecstasies might be corked up in a pint bottle....in the character of l'Allegro: even then, he speaks and thinks as becomes Il Penseroso -de Quincey So I sat in the park; just where the picnic had been, reading. Not a cloud in the sky and sunshine! Warm, sweet, Indian summer sunshine [Rob :)]. I toyed with 'doing things', like galleries; going to see the Royal Yacht Britannia down in Leith but figured: this is 'time out'. Spend it 'out'. Relax... And so I did. Later... YO! Below has manga cartoons projected big as Tintorettos on the whitewashed plasterboard; each rapid frame some studied stereotypical detail, strangely touching: even in silence the eyes give away the baddies until a tree-top view blurs the moral compass. I sip an 'open sesame'. Topped with cinnamon, it contains: amaretto; baileys; brandy; triple sec; rice spirit; cream. The table-top ash-tray is inset and lit from underneath by a low voltage halogen, and there is a dispenser which proffers beer at the touch of a red button. Fashionistas enter. Train home. The table is rapidly filled by staff of a bank: which is strange, for a bank holiday but, whatever... A young, new employee sucks major ass. He sits opposite a beautiful colleague, and it's only after she disembarks, at Stirling, that him and the older, senior, executive go all locker-room over her. It disgusts me totally. The duplicity; the politics: they make me feel sick and angry. I write this so to stave off cynicism. people who 'fit' people who 'don't fit' common denominator? people. I am more guilty than some, and less guilty than some others, but as some placard reported from Central Park said: 'An eye for an eye is a whole world blind' Gordon +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 drums march along at the clip of an I.V. drip ... like sparks from a muffler dragged down the strip
by Richard Gillanders 17 Sep '01

17 Sep '01

this is about the last few days. might make sense. I don't know. on friday I met two in edinburgh and took them to west calder. we listened to some nice music on the way. in my opinion. and I drove safely. in my opinion. we got [to my] home and sat. we chatted. we telephoned another. a lovely girl. and we said silly things to her and she pretended to have nothing to say. we went back into edinburgh by train. and to a pub in the grassmarket. the one I always seem to end up in if I go out in edinburgh. no rhyme or reason. hm. there's no reason. and we had drinks and met a friend and we chatted and there was talk of some music too. and we got some chips from the castlerock fish-bar. well, WE did. HE got a single smoked sausage. I wish my accent could be as posh. soon a man with a beard and no moustache with newly FIXED [by Jesus] asthma and hernia told us our chips were not from the castlerock fish-bar at all; they were a gift from God. I just remembered: he said that hadn't taken his tablets for a week. at home another outgoing telephone call and one incoming. or more. perhaps. I forget. I might have said things that people might have not understood. this shouldn't be held against me. don't. but fun. then a picnic. all the people arrived. in dribs and drabs. but no drabs. and we walked out and sat in princes street gardens and stuff. by the fountain. near the carousel. which we never went on. I wanted to. but it slipped my mind. there was more slipping a little later. the grass was dry. we had sun. briefly. we ate food and chatted and all. a bottle of wine. for me. and I gave G.E.A. some badges and she gave out three presents from a lovely greek girl and I got to choose first and I think I got the nicest one and I could use it as part of my self-damage [not self-abuse] regime but I won't. I have a disposable lighter. and people talked about getting into norway. the hard way. and only getting a lousy t-shirt. and rob did a mean impression of fred durst. it was mean. and he did mean it. and there WAS a dog vs. squirrel incident. unevenly matched. and the dog's owner who had been looking for a cigarette earlier lifted it and laid it to rest. or something. in the undergrowth. more people arrived and it was a little chilly. breezy. so. we went up to rose street and found a pub. we sat outside and had some drinks and more chats. me. beside thelad96. outside thepub85. good company. some good jokes here and there. and there. cigarettes. some disagreements about an opposing facade. the one thing, perhaps, I'm missing. some accepted/conceded points. drinks. some talk of arms. arms. hm. somewhere. yeah. and we went inside and played the computer thing gambling machine hangman one. and won some money. and lost some. and ken was impressed with my knowledge. maybe cuz I knew steve bould won the championship with arsenal. maybe drinks. I had some very useful [a truth: useful] conversations. and didn't see an umbrella at one point. I guessed 'jaws 2' through a window and was correct. I think. some people kissed. I heard. the night finished [for me] with some stumbles [oh, I stumbled too] and some collapses [not that I recall] and some encouragement [from me?] [others did it better]. my judgement, only marginally impaired, told me it would be the Right Decision to go home. rather than elsewhere. for my own safety and for that of others. I decided this. but told no-one. and was soon alone. and then not. andrew. striding through some sliding doors. they were open. it could be said. he said 'the glasgow train!'. and there they were. I seized my charge and frog-marched him from the carriage. my hand was shaken and I was wished well. my charge was a shaken too and wished he was at home. boarding the correct train. after ascending and descending staircases. we slept. both. at once. and for too long. awoken by the delayed reaction of my insensitive senses at, of all places, fauldhouse. we were out. the lady who would check our tickets seemed genuinely upset that she couldn't have roused us before our desired destination was gone. a telephone call with reversed charged was placed and received and we were collected by my brother. at home we smoked and pretended to watch 'dark city'. elsewhere... [there will be stories. I hope. I have only had hints of goings on.]. oh. the brackets. hints given at calumn's house the following morning. hints don't convey a great deal. well. enough. I did get an idea though. I HAD FUN ON SATURDAY. I HOPE EVERYONE ELSE DID TOO. - yes. in glasgow the following day for the pernice brothers at king tut's. and there were landmarks or sites of interest highlighted by one or two for the benefit of one. or two. and wandering around glasgow. a couple of bars. and then the show. supporting were remedy. they contradicted themselves completely by having bill bailey on bass. perhaps it wasn't bill bailey. like. in real life. just a guy that looked very like him. but it was no kind of remedy. not for me. someone said they thought they seemed to want to be R.E.M.. it seemed to me like they wanted to be hobotalk. but I doubt it. that they'd. want it. things being the way they seem. ed. someone else supported. I forget. I don't have anything against middle-aged ladies. [some of my best friends are middle aged ladies]. nor do I have anything against denim jackets. or people who frequently glance to their right. or left. [I do this often]. I have nothing against big, stupid hair. [no: mine is neither]. I have nothing against people who stand directly in front of me at gigs. last night a middle-aged lady with a denim jacket and big, stupid hair who frequently glanced to her right and her left stood directly in front of me at a gig. I was annoyed. really. and I didn't want to be. to add insult to injury. the man she was with was bald and chewed incessantly and pretended to know the words to songs. needless to say I have nothing against baldness, incessant chewing or pretending to know words to songs. I enjoyed the gig all the same. despite. and even removed my hands from my pockets or from a folded arrangement to clap at appropriate intervals. oh. and to smoke. I amazed myself by not trying to tip ash into the middle-aged et cetera lady's open handbag. he [joe [john] pernice] definitely has something of elvis costello about him. maybe his voice. or face. or mannerisms. I wrote an essay on mannerism. it didn't make a lot of sense but it wouldn't be that that let me down. yes: I consider joe [john] pernice to be an attraction. a walk to the thirteenth note club. a conference. a taxi ride. a texaco. a bottle of irn-bru. a tube of pringles. a half empty flat. a dragged mattress. a conversation. a sleep. a clearance. a fruitless visit to an institution. a drive home. a lunch of melted cheese on toasted bread. a lift to the railway station. a farewell. a train. I ENJOYED MYSELF OVER THE WEEKEND. I HOPE EVERYONE ELSE DID TOO. I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH PEOPLE ENJOYING ME. I hope everyone else enjoyed themselves. too. that's almost it. apart from the bits I missed. I think I might have included some that wouldn't have been missed. if I hadn't. but. but, richard. ____________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.co.uk address at http://mail.yahoo.co.uk or your free @yahoo.ie address at http://mail.yahoo.ie +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Seattle ain't bullshi**in'
by KitsapCD - Bremerton 17 Sep '01

17 Sep '01

Hey Sinister, 2 posts in one week from an eternal lurker? You KNOW it's big news! First of all, I just wanted to thank everyone on the list for all the lovely thoughts throughout the last week. It's helped more than you know. And love and condolences to anyone who lost someone last week. And extra deep sympathy to Kirsten, who lost her friend Dan. I've been there, babe. Keep your head up. Secondly, I want to send big wet sloppy kisses to the mighty Belle & Sebastian for their very wonderful show in Seattle last Friday. I know it's been said before, but I think it bears repeating: that Stuart is quite the dancer, isn't he? And what a ridiculously good-looking bunch they are! Big ups to them for the moment of silence, and for their excellent version of "Turn Turn Turn". A very appropriate and tasteful tribute. And "Crosstown Traffic"?!? FANTASTIC! You all haven't lived unless you've seen Stevie rockin' a Hendrix solo on his knees. So again, big thanks to the band for a much-needed respite from the horror of last week. It was grrrreat! Oh, and Jonathon Richman is a god among men, and I feel sorry for anyone who thinks otherwise. Lastly, thanks to Rinaldo for organizing the sinister meet up. I just wished more people had shown up (yes, I'm talking to YOU, William Harris!). But it was great to finally meet some other sinisters in real life, especially the lovely Elise of beautiful Madison, WI! Don't worry, dear, the set list will be in the mail tomorrow! I just hope me & my weird friends didn't scare you off. Seriously, Seattle is awesome, and you should definitely think about relocating. We're a friendly people, really! So, all in all, I good time was had by all. Well worth the wait. I'm just sorry I didn't get to take Stuart to a Mariners game. Oh well, maybe next time. Off like a prom dress, Jen __________________________________________________ Terrorist Attacks on U.S. - How can you help? Donate cash, emergency relief information http://dailynews.yahoo.com/fc/US/Emergency_Information/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: my dreamgig
by ulla 17 Sep '01

17 Sep '01

there have been many wonderful field reports of Belle and Sebastian gigs from fellow sinisters. big *thank you* to everyone who has put down some lines to share with all of us. really thank you! there is one gig i want to share with you now. you were all there but maybe you don't remember it because i dreamt about it tonight...it went like this. at first i saw this old shabby classroom with some paint peeling off from walls and with dusty old plants and some blurry chalk lines on blackboard and really nice old-school tables with scratchy drawings on them. then i remember thinking:" bet, it's one of those boring dreams again where i just stand here and nothing really happens." and then suddenly Belle and Sebastian were there and playing and you were all there. i don't know how i know this as i haven't met most of you but i knew it for sure that it was a special gig for sinister only. i was outrageously happy because i could finally see them alive and really close too. then i looked around and everyone were sitting on the tables , not really many people, about 130 or so but you were still there, all of you and we sang along to *oh, get me away from here..* but in a very nice way, you know, it wasn't one of those loud humming things, oh no, it was really nice and quiet so we could still hear the band and all. and it went really well so we sang another song too but i can't remember what song it was maybe it was *she's losing it* but i'm not sure. everyone were truly happy and smiling all the time and some had their eyes closed and smiling like so. and i just thought then, that this is the best concert i've ever been to and this was good too because i wouldn't of wanted to have any Limp Bizkit inside my head. thank you all for sharing it with me. hugs, ulla. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Shakin' my rattle in Seattle
by elise j. spry 17 Sep '01

17 Sep '01

Hullo friends, old & new! Sorry for the cheesy subject, I compulsively felt the need to make it rhyme. I shook something all right, all night; but it was a tail, not a rattle. So, Seattle was one of the best weekends of my entire life. I made it out via Delta airlines (on time! massiv props!) Friday morning, got to check in to my hotel early, it's name was Ace and it was ACE. I had the most delectable scone I've ever had the pleasure of consuming at the bakery across the street, too. Shouts out to Ryan/Rinaldo, I do so wish I could have found you after the show. I was looking. Drop me a line sometime off-list. And of course to the Bremerton Posse: Jen (who is sooo beautiful, and a Sinistrine), Gloria, Donna, and the two boys who were scared of computers. :) Belle and Sebastian rocked my world. Rocked it to the ground and back up again. Jen, lucky thang, got a set list (puh-leese don't forget to send me a photocopy...I'm assembling my scrapbook & there's a gaping hole where it should be) Isobel, true to form, didn't crack a smile but once. She wasn't as small as we all thought she'd be. She looked healthy, tho. I think she's become wise to all the bum-lookers, cos she was wearing this shawl type thing wrapped around her waist, over a pair of jeans. Sarah had a lovely round doll face; but Dear Sarah, horizontal stripes aren't a good look for anyone, even those who are very pretty, talented musicians. All the boys in the band were very, very pretty...nay, beautiful. They made one's blood rise. Stuart filed out his muscle shirt quite nicely. Mick and Bobby were wild boys, and Stevie was drool-inducing. I'm sorry, I'm sure I forgot some others. Feel free to correct me on-list. Oh yeah, they sang some songs too. :) "Legal Man" was my favorite. I'll shut up now. Cuddles and kisses to all, esp. Chris (got yr last email, will read it in 2 seconds) and Sean (call me tonite. I have some complaining to do and yr such a good listener! :)) -elise __________________________________________________ Terrorist Attacks on U.S. - How can you help? Donate cash, emergency relief information http://dailynews.yahoo.com/fc/US/Emergency_Information/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: You're just a baby, baby girl
by Apps Ben (Mr B) 17 Sep '01

17 Sep '01

hi all, Hope everyone's bearing up. Amidst all the horrific and sad news of the last few days, I'm glad to report something happy. My sister had a baby girl on Friday afternoon, Alexandra. By my reckoning that makes me uncle ben :-) Hope she grows up in a world where the kind of events we've seen in the last few days are never repeated, and where whatever the reaction is, it ultimately leads to a safer, more peaceful world *I HOPE* So in the end I never made it to the Manchester picnic as I had intended :-( I hope a mad ferret time was had by all. T'ra uncle ben xxx **hope is important** - idlewild +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: well the drums rolled off in my forehead
by Helen McLean 17 Sep '01

17 Sep '01

first things first, i suppose i am one of those people whom we like to call lurkers on this list, having been on it for more than a couple of years and one of those who can count the times they have posted on one hand. so hello everybody. The recent posts have been a reminder of how great this list can be and what a community it is and for that I am thankful to be on it. For me, living in one of the most isolated cities in the world, the effect this tragedy has had on me is mindblowing, and so as such I can only sympathise with the many of you who have had a much more personal involvement in all this, as much as I am able. I hope you are all okay. A friend across the ocean wrote to me and said 'its amazing how world calamities can make our own little worlds unbearable'. indeed. Something that has made me smile is talking to a girl I know who lives down the road from the mosque in my city, who has spent an evening or so cleaning fresh graffiti off the walls of the mosque with some of her friends, all being so disgusted with it that they decided to do something about it. These things affect even my sleepy township, but there are always good people around too. * * * * * * * * * The bit with the content I suppose: lately i was driving in my car with a friend of mine and i popped in a tape of B&S, the green album if you must know, and she sat there listening, and she remarked to me "you know i haven't really listened to these guys in ages and I had forgotton about how good they actually are". I smiled, for I hadn't forgotton see, though I started listening to the music properly then, like i was listening for the first time in ages as well (which caused some havoc on the roads as my concentration lapsed) and I started thinking, which is probably a dangerous pastime, for me in any case. But I was thinking about it right, as we were driving along, and started wondering how other people interpreted this music and associated with it. And I thought about music that I associated with, and how so much of it has a well, for lack of better words, a sense of place i suppose. Songs that remind you, or are descriptive of places. Where I live is summed up by alot of songs, I was reminded of this by The Triffids song "too hot to think, too hot to move" (or is it 'too hot to move, too hot to think" I forget) which I listened to the other day, and is a song about summer in the city where I live in Australia. And their great song 'wide open road' which is pretty much how country Western Australia would sound like, if it were music. There's a stretch of road that I have driven along when going to visit my Grandparents which is dead straight for about an hour. Literally, they just drew a straight line on the map between two towns when building it, so I have been told, and ploughed through salt lakes and over hills with this straight road. And there is nothing much in sight for miles. Usually no cars also. And I am reminded of this stretch of road when I hear that song. (The Triffid's - Perth band in the 80's, released on Rough Trade in England I think, but in any case it doesn't matter really). The point was, (and yes there is a point) I was wondering about Belle & Sebastian, and whether others would say that they give you a sense of Glasgow, or at least the surrounding area or even of Scotland. I mean, they name drop places quite often, some of which I am sure I will go to some day (and see the country park and maybe even hang around till after dark.) I wouldn't know really, I appreciate the music and the lyrics alot anyway, having never been to Glasgow, and I suppose the fact that there are so many fans from everywhere would show that there is something universal about all this music. But there is something about those Triffid's songs, and Sodastream, and a couple of other bands which I love because they have a certain feel which I associate with where I live. Ironically, because I often wish I could get out of where I live sometime soon. I'm also positive that if I ever went to Iceland it would look like Sigur Ros sounds, and in the 'Paradise City' the grass IS green and the girls are pretty. Right? So hidden in all my rambling was a question I suppose, which doesn't necessarily have to be answered, about songs and imagery and how they can have a sense of place. And how the majority of the music that I like has that in some form or another. Take from it what you will, even if it is purely a quizzical look. I apologise, I'm only lucid when I'm rising buses :) Take care all, ( and also take care of young Jeremy who is visiting yonder shores :) Helen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: having learned my lesson, I never left an impression on anyone
by AMEBIX13＠aol.com 17 Sep '01

17 Sep '01

Hello everyone, I am new to the list and recently got out of the nursery so I figured that I would introduce myself to everyone. First things first, my name is Sean and I am from Maryland. I attend University and study anthropology. I am fairly young (20) but feel fairly old most of the time. I think I might be cursed, but am not quite sure yet...I'll give it more time before I make a final decision on the matter. I am very gentle, although most people that I have met lately don't appreciate it. (with a few notable exceptions) I am really quite atypical and I enjoy it very much. I am quite impressed with this list, despite my short period of time on it, I have already made one very lovely friend as a result. I can only imagine what will result from actually being able to post, the mere thought of it brings a huge grin to my face. This weekend was most interesting, both wonderful and horrible at points, and oddly enough the part that I truly expected to be great, made me quite the sad young man when all was said and done. I must have been quite a sight driving out of Baltimore last night at 4am with tears streaming down my face while singing along to a mix tape, that I appropriately titled "songs to cry to." It is amazing what being ignored by someone who you are fond of can do. Well, at least I can appreciate the humor in the situation. Well everyone, I will cease boring you with the minutiae of the past weekends events. I would very much like to converse further with others on the list, so if I seem in the least bit appealing please do not hesitate to write me, I have tons to say. Goodnight and sweet dreams. Love, Sean +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Picnics and Pigeons
by Belle The Grown Up Dog 16 Sep '01

16 Sep '01

Well I'm 8 months old now and my life is so very different from the last time I wrote to you all. First of all I have a new collar and new lead, they are really pretty believe me. I look so much more grown up some people even think I'm 9 months old! Can you believe it? Not only that, but the boy that lived with me and the girl, has decided he isn't going to live with us anymore, and will move away very soon. I think it is a good thing really. The boy and the girl shouted at each other so much and it made me quite scared. It takes a lot to make me scared these days. Even that Hoover had better be on its guard with me around. The girl was so unhappy for a few days and I really didn't know what to do. But I kept running up to her and telling her about all the exciting things that I had seen. Like that spider who can walk up walls! (I'm not lying! it really did!) Eventually she smiled and said "what would I do without you?" Another good thing about the boy going, is that, now the girl lets me sleep in her room with her. So now, when it is morning I can tell her straight away. sometimes she doesn't believe me and says "urghh.. belle it is 6.00, its not morning yet" So I wait a while before telling her again. Sometimes it takes a few times of me telling her before she realises it really is morning. A very nice thing happened yesterday. We went to a picnic! The girl told me we were going to go at the beginning of the week so I found it very difficult to concentrate on day to day things like tormenting the guineapigs, eating my toys and even begging for food! What happened was, on Saturday morning the girl woke up before me, and said "we are off to a picnic today belle!" I told her that of course I knew but was she really sure she wanted to get up already? She told me that she was nervous. That girl gets nervous about such silly things! I told her not to worry and that I would do the talking for both of us. She said she didn't think would work but smiled anyway. I watched as the girl packed her bag just incase she forgot to pack anything important. Of course she did forget something. I kept asking her to pack me some yogurts. I really like them you see, sometimes lets me to lick out the pots. I even got one out of the fridge for her but all she said was "Belle what are you doing with that?" She sounded a little angry if I'm quite honest with you. We got off the train and saw some people waiting for the picnic. I knew some of the already so I said hello to them first of all. I was so pleased because the remembered me too! These people are great you know? They smile at you as soon as they see you and make you feel really special and welcome. That is so nice, especially when you are 8 months old and going through big changes in your life. We went to a park and met another dog. It was a bit jealous because it wasn't allowed to join in with the picnic and that is enough to make anyone jealous. But do you know what it did instead? It caught a squirrel! I just know I would be in so much trouble if I did that! All of a sudden, out of nowhere, my friends the pigeons arrived! And all of a sudden I realised that the girl didn't have a hold of my lead and I was running around trying to talk to them. I think that the girl decided that was a good idea because she started running around too! But instead of catching the pigeons she caught me! Now I did something that I'm not very proud about, and I think I should really apologise for it. I bit someone's nose! I really didn't mean too because he was so nice. We were playing and it was such a good game as well. But you must know how it is when you get excited? Sometimes noses just get bitten. Later on we went to a Pub and someone recognised me and asked if I was the famous belle! Well of course I am. But it made me proud because sometimes I forget about that little bit of fame. On the train home me and the girl were talking. We both agreed that seeing as how things were changing in both of our life's it was a relief to be with such friendly people. She really needn't worry though. Things aren't changing in her life as much as in mine. She doesn't have a new collar. Love and extra kisses, Belle _________________________________________________________________ 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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