September 2001 - Sinister

Sinister: the roman stoics
by bre day 29 Sep '01

29 Sep '01

hullo hullo i have moved from one place to another place. thirteen hours away. i find myself missing large bodies of water that aren't man made... trees... and green grass. i am surrounded by yellow stiff prairies and huddarite colonies. living with an old woman of 67 who doesn't have a computer has cut me off from any sort of sinister activity, and today i find myself confronted with 423 sinister posts. so i have started going through deleting the ones written by people i don't know [which is aprrox. 98% of you], and its barely made a dent. so. there are some nice music stores here. and two hours away. i have bought more than i can afford. there is one record store in particular which detests belle and sebastian and to prove this point they put up a sign offering free stuffed animals with every b&s purchase. i would just like to point out that these boys, because they are boys, own coldplay albums. so there. i missed seeing b&s by one week. they went to vancouver just after i left. christ. hello kenneth, laura llew, richard and mister stevie trousers. bre. _______________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.ca address at http://mail.yahoo.ca +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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by Joan of Dark 29 Sep '01

29 Sep '01

And how can someone expect. For the words to come to his mind. To write. To You. Tonight. Isnt it ironic? I dont hurt anymore. I dont think. I pushed all the Memories one by one. Until the last one. I strangled them over the void of my mind like crippled, deformed babies. I heard the air hissing in their throats And their throats were beautifully, so beautifully soft, save that, within, I could feel the slippery chords of their -my- life. And this I crushed. This I could crush. What bliss! Oh what bliss at last, what satisfaction! My fingers were tangled around their tiny crooked necks. And they tightened the grip. And my nails were thrust into their flesh.and a few drops of crimson blood run. I strangled them one by one, carefully. The beautiful and the ugly all the same. But the beautiful ones with more hatred. And I laughed. I LAUGHED. Everything beautiful has to die. Because incomparable beauty can be found in unbearable ugliness , in reciprocal pain. I strangled the little bastards and threw them down in the precipice. I didnt even care to watch them crush against the rocks. One or two got stuck somewhere and screamed and howled. Doesnt matter. Something to haunt you is not bad after all. Until it dies. Until it goes to hell as well... And I picked your pieces one by one. Picked the pieces that fell off your decomposing body carefully off the floor of my house. Pieces of rotting skin and nails from the carpet, and your cut-off fingers in the sink. Your dislodged bones, your excrements from the corners of the living room. Your dried semen off my bed. I put them in a box to return them to you. I washed the walls. I washed the mirrors. I threw black veils on them . So that they wont project your reflected image to eternity. I filled the bathtub with bleach. With bleach and acid and sank myself in it. Oh and I burned and burned and melt away. Until it was enough and when my bones started to show, shiny and glowing and white, I emerged. I dont feel a thing now. But I am overcome by terror in the thought of closing my eyes and going to sleep. If you come back...WHAT THEN? How am I gonna get away? Sleep. Nails of sin, nails thick like Christs, hammer your betrayed dreams on your eyes at nights. The torture you have to undergo until dawn. You wake up in the middle of the night and you speak strange tongues which, neither you, nor the palate of your mouth know who wedged them between your teeth in your darkest hours. Broken. My arms. And my heart is half. In my lungs a gaping hole. However deep I might breathe, its not enough. I scrape insanely the grey , greasy dirt from the depths of my soul. >From vomit , blood and semen . Ancient,dried salt from tears that overflowed. The walls got yellow and chipped off from the smoke of the cigarettes that stuffed this room. This nausea that has become a habit nowadays, every time you Remember yourself. You. Yes. You. Little. Miserable. Bitter. Unable to smile. A Liar. A Whore. Like life. You. Me. Me. ....oh well...one day they're gonna shun me from this list...i see it coming.... sorry for spoiling anyone's mood... truly yours, joan _________________________________________________________________ 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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Re: Sinister: Unicorns and cannonballs,palaces and piers,trumpets,towers,tenements,wide oceans full of tears
by Will Salt 29 Sep '01

29 Sep '01

Matt recently said that you should always post when you're incredibly drunk. I'm not incredibly drunk --- if I was, then I wouldn't be able to type --- but I had a few drinks a bit earlier, and I still haven't recovered. This started out as a private reply to Dimitra, but she said I should post it to the list. Well, I edited out bits. It's quite long and it doesn't have any jokes in it. I'm sorry. On Fri, 28 Sep 2001, Dimitra wrote: > It seems I'll always post about the weather. > Not all Belle and Sebastian fans would read twelve posts a day about other > fans lives, and enjoy it. And well probably not everyone out there does -but > we do. A Sinisterine is a Belle and Sebastian fan with a more or less close > relationship with their computer, and an interest in other fan's lives. I keep thinking of what it says at the top of the list homepage: "Sinister. It's where we live." However much Honey denies it, Sinister *is* more than just a mailing list. It's a special place, and a way into our hearts. It's a brotherhood, in a way. > it has already been said, by Joan of Dark and repeated by Will, that > "sometimes Belle and Sebastian feel like they've become a way of > life". What I meant to say is that we live our lives inspired by them. > Or at least look at them in ways inspired by them. Hmmm. I wouldn't say that they deliberately inspire my life, or that I consciously think about them when looking at the world. But, they ... just seem to *fit* with the way I think and the things I do. I want to tell you a bit about how I found them, in case it helps explain any better. When I was 18, and in my first term at university, I didn't own a CD player or a tape player. I did have a radio---well, an alarm clock---but it was so hard to tune that I would leave it set to Radio 4 so I could listen to the Shipping Forecast at 12.45am every day. (If you don't know what the Shipping Forecast is, go to <http://www.bbc.co.uk/weather/ukweather/shipping.shtml>, read and listen) Because of that, I didn't listen to music much---in fact, I didn't listen to music at all. I didn't own many CDs or tapes or records anyway. I was going to be a writer, or a journalist, or something, and every week I would go to the editorial meeting of the student newspaper society. I never wrote anything, just went to the meetings and sold copies of the paper, which was printed every Thursday, wasn't very popular and was almost out of money. Apart from that, I spent my days wandering round the city taking photographs, most of which didn't come out very well. I was expecting a CD player of some sort for Christmas, and just before the end of term I read a review in the last edition of the paper before Christmas. 1996, this was, and the review was of a record called "If you're feeling sinister". It was a good review. The next day was Friday, which is the day that The Guardian --- the normal newspaper that I read most days --- prints its album reviews. They also reviewed this album, and also seemed to think it was good, although, they said, the band sounded like they didn't leave their bedsit often enough. I sometimes wonder if Stuart read that review and thought of it when he wrote "I Fought In A War". But anyway. It was the end of term, and after buying Christmas presents for my friends I had a little money left over, so I went to one of the local record shops and bought three CDs. One was the last Lush album, one was a Les Rita Mitsouko album from 1984 which had been lurking at the back of the record shop's racks for several months, and the third was this unknown album with the plain red cover. It had a lovely back cover, it had *wonderful* sleeve notes, and it was *mysterious*. The notes and acknowledgements and whatsit didn't actually say who the band were, and the picture on the back wasn't exactly clear. For that matter, neither was the one on the front. A few days later, I got back to my parents' house, and could put my new CDs on the stereo. At first, I wasn't sure whether I liked B&S or not. They were very *different* to any of the CDs I already had. As I've said I never really knew much about pop music, and the only things I had to compare them with were my mother's Simon and Garfunkel LPs that I would *very carefully* listen to before I left home, always trying very hard not to put my fingers on the grooves. (a digression: when I was small, I was entranced by my mother's record-player, with the "Click-clock, click, *click*" noise the tone arm made when it reached the runoff groove and picked itself up off the record. When I got a bit older, I was even more intrigued by my mother's *other* record player, which would take a stack of five records, and drop them down onto the turntable one by one. It still sits on my bedside table at my parents' house; when I visit I sometimes use it to play my parent's old S&G, Abba and Sky records). (sorry, this post is getting a bit long, isn't it. oops. i'm not sure i'm getting to the point, either) When Christmas morning came, I got my new CD player -- not a big stereo, a little portable thing. The CD player part of it is broken now, and I mostly use it for listening to the Shipping Forecast at 12.45am every day. My old radio has been useless as a radio ever since the cat ate its aerial. But anyway. The first thing I did with it was listen to IYFS again; and it started to grow on me. Over the next few months, my life continued pretty much as before. I still didn't write anything for the student newspaper, which finally ran out of money on Valentine's Day. I still took photos, but not many of them came out. I spent several hours timidly talking to a girl in one of my classes, who at the time I thought was rather nice, and eventually I asked her out for a drink. She bought me lots of drinks, then kissed me when she thought I was too drunk to be able to run away. We stayed together for about three years after that. A couple of times, I noticed that Belle and Sebastian were about to release an EP, so I went down the shop and bought them, and It Was Good. The girl thought they were a load of pants, and said so. She said lots of other things to me, too, which made me realise that if I ever was completely open with her about myself, the way I felt about myself, our relationship would be immediately over. So, I wasn't. October of that year, and as the new university term started me and the girlfriend went to the university library one day to reset our new email passwords and surf the web a bit. Bored whilst she was sending email to people, I put in the website that was listed on the sleeve of Dog On Wheels and by a few links found the Sinister website. I joined a mailing list, with about 300 people on it, based in another university department over on the other side of the city. I read this list for months, but never dared post anything. I came to feel that I knew the people posting, and so I never dared try jump into the discussions. Besides, I soon realised that I knew a tiny, tiny, tiny amount about pop music compared to the rest of the people on the list, and that scared me. (I'm forgetting why I started writing this now) After I'd been on the list a year or so, I had to go away from the internet for a couple of months, to work in the Hebrides, so I unsubscribed from the list. Whilst I was away, I heard Tigermilk for the first time, on a third-hand (or so) tape copy belonging to a Glasgow colleague called Cat Toms. Another girl I was working and living with noticed that whenever IYFS was playing I would silently mouth the lyrics. She was a friend of a friend of the band, she said. She used to have an original Tigermilk herself, but had sold it. Before it became popular. For five pounds. Whilst I was away, the green album was released. You couldn't buy it in Stornoway, but as soon as I got back to Edinburgh I got hold of a copy. I had nowhere to live, though, so my computer was stuck in storage somewhere, so I didn't rejoin the list. When I *did* find somewhere to live, I still didn't rejoin the list. I had moved in with the girlfriend, which on the one hand was lovely and nice and cosy, and on the other hand was horrible and nervewracking and frightening. I kept things hidden from her, which was bad. Another couple of years after that, I heard that another album was coming out, so I rejoined the list. Shortly after that, her mother died, and our relationship collapsed. We were laid back in bed together one afternoon, and she started crying. "Will," she said, "do you see us staying together forever?" "I don't know," I replied. "I don't," she said, "you're just a friend now." She picked up her pillow, and some of her clothes off the floor, and took them to the spare bedroom there and then. I seem to have lost the point of this email somewhat. I started out trying to write about why B&S seem like a way of life, but not one that I carry out deliberately. I seem to have ended up writing my autobiography. Everything else I want to say will probably end up as a pile of disjointed sentences. Sinister was the first place I know where I found people who are vaguely similar to me. That's special. In many ways, I'm the same person now as I was when I first joined the list. I spend my days writing nonsense, taking photographs and listening to music. I write letters to people I've never met. I timidly try to talk to people, but I don't think they realise how timid I am. I'm going to try and be open with people in future, because it's better. What does this have to do with what Dimitra said originally? Um, I'm not sure. Something, I think. I've not so much been dicussing what she said as discussing something in parallel. Years and years ago on the list, there were long discussions about the nature of P!O!P! music, and -- as far as i remember -- one of the defining factors people decided on was that it becomes a part of your life. I don't behave the way I do because of Belle and Sebastian, or because of Sinister, or because I'm a Belle and Sebastian fan. I dress the way I do because they're the clothes I like wearing, or the clothes that are in my wardrobe. It just so happens that I like doing things which *fit*. I'm shy, but I like meeting people from foreign countries. I wear my hair in pigtails because I like having my hair in pigtails, not because I'm trying to look twee. Now, I sound like I'm trying to defend myself. I'm sure I shouldn't have to. I'd better stop before I paint myself further into a corner. I hope you can get some vague idea of what I mean from what I say. I'm not sure I know how to say it properly. This post has ended somewhere quite different from where it started, I think. I hope none of you mind. I'll try and think of more jokes to put in next time. I think I'm completely sober by now. xx will +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I recall a bigger brighter world, a wold of books, of silent times in thought
by Dimitra 29 Sep '01

29 Sep '01

Grant McLennan said that before I had the chance to think of it. So I just listened to him sing it. And I loved it straight away, and it's been haunting me since. Actually, I think it has been haunting me even before that -a bigger,brighter world. And whether it exists -and where does it exist. I've been trying to get there -maybe I've always been trying to get there- but it seems intangible. As if it exists only in books,songs and silent times in thoughts. Not only in these, you might say, and we may make a list of things where there are fragments of this world. But it will only be fragments. I want to live my life in it, but it always slips away. Are days that are not experienced up to the point of perfectness they promise lost? Should I consider them lost? Saturdays like this one, sunny,the streets of the city crowded by people looking slightly happier than usual, more content. When you live the house to go shopping but you skip it and have sit in a cafe instead. Then walk past the most beautiful spot of the city on the way to the supermarket. Where you stare at the variety of colours and shapes and forget what you wanted to buy. Then you head up again. Back to the house, you meet up with others -more or less grumpy,but almost always so- who have spend their day in similar ways. You say goodbye to your friend, and you wonder once more if you should wonder once more why he can't be happy. Why even when you're sitting on a bench under the lovely afternoon sun he's thinking that he's unlovable. You opt not to wonder, then you wonder nonetheless. You feel tired but you can't sleep -it's from all that coffee. Still, you avoid studying. The day slowly fades while you lie in your bed trying to cling on to its magic. But Saturday evenings and nights are depressing, at least for me they are. From that point on thoughts get confused, thoughts of making love in the afternoon -do I remember that or do I imagine it?- and memories of nights out that felt wrong no matter what you did. When my dad comes and turns on the tv, shall I hide in my room? Is there something more depressing than the noise the television makes when someone else is watching it? But isn't staying in your room just too... I want to take that bigger brighter world *out* of the books and into my life; and from there, out of the silent times and into the moments I share with people. 'I recall a bigger brighter world/A world of books/of silent times in thought...' The next line is just perfect. '...and then the railroad,the railroad takes you home'. Keep on recalling it, or dreaming of it, 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 stars are projectors yeah, projecting our lives onto this planet earth
by Matthew Henderson 29 Sep '01

29 Sep '01

**Disclaimer: This post is completely worthless in everyway, skip it!** Hello sinisterland! Well, it's 3:30 in the morning and I'm rather drunk. I've never really been this drunk before, but i remember reading somewhere that you're supposed to post only when you're really drunk. So I found myself in Denny's a little while ago, relating some guy I've only talked to once before the story of William the Conqueror's fuck up son Rufus and his brother Henry. How strange. Dahling posted a lurvely story, and I thank her very much for that. Happy birthday Sweetie! We just toasted to you! The strokes? They're alright, but nothing great. If you like them, that's cool. If you don't, that's cool too. It's all a matter of preference. I've never really heard much Hefner, but I will one day. They seem alright. Perhaps I'll buy their album one day. I thought I messed up big-time tonight, and although i did, some other people took care of it, so God bless them for that. I'm fairly lacking in feelings towards a lot of things. Sometimes it worries me that I'm so apathetic to pretty much everything. I feel as though I should have concerns for things like animals, life, the government, blah blah blah. But I just don't have any major philosophy on life. I figure it's best to take things as they come, and deal with them the best you can. I suppose that's a philosophy. I saw built to spill last night, which was an excellent show. I saw some indie kids get into a fight, which was funny. One eventually threw the other down the stairs. Why are people so violent? people should just get along. This world would be so much better if everyone got along. I wish everyone were like you people, cause you're all a great bunch. Wilco was great. I saw them in New Orleans the other night, and I was very impressed. I met a british girl (who transferred to Southern Miss, the poor thing) who was really nice. She's seen our lovely belles several times, including the Scarborough show. She gave me her number, but I don't think I'll call her. I never do such things. I'm too shy. So I quit my job this week. For the first time in almost five years, I'm jobless. It feels great. I get to clean and do homework and stuff, which is much more fun than you would think. It's nice to be a full time student, even though I'm not very good at it. My main goal is to transfer to the University of glasgow, just coz it's got a pretty good film school (from what i hear) and it's NOT in america. I'm not sure why I want to get out of this country, but I do. Anyway, if anyone wants to give me any advice or help or something, just shoot me an email. I sang "IFYS" very loudly to everyone tonight. It scared some people. This one girl was mocking belle and sebastian. I don't like her anyway. I don't like a lot of people actually. Perhaps I don't, I can't quite remember right now. The weather is wonderful in Mobile, Alabama right now. It's one of the few times it makes me glad to live here. And it's only because the weather is not like it normally is. I should really move. I just tried Red bull and whiskey. What do you think of that Ken Chu? Have I mentioned my love for Dimitra? Her posts are incredible. It's like a fine wine. Or something. Thanks Dimitra. Thank you all, you've made many a days happy for me. I tripped and fell today. I fell in the grass. It was the first time I've layed (I know that's not right) in the grass in years. It's been a long time. I used to love to lay in a big field of grass. It was great. Then the ants came, to ruin it all. It was great nonetheless. Does anyone else think Laura should post again? I do. I miss your posts, you should post again. Everyone should post more, to make my life more interesting. My friend bought me filterless cigarettes tonight. I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do with them. Okay, this is probably the last time I'll ever post this inebriated. Sorry again, I love you all. Will's post was 'egg'cellent. -Matt _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I nearly cut my hand off.
by Katia913＠aol.com 29 Sep '01

29 Sep '01

Yo! Sinister! What up my home boy? and girls.... This week has been wierd. Spent it on lots of art, really working to get some projects of mine finished, and well, frankly i got nothing done! Too bad! Let me tell you all the story. It was third period today, working to finish a wood carving of a chain out of one piece of wook, sounds real dumb i know. Well, a month of work and today i broke it! That sucked a lot a lot. While starting it again I was not following the rules of having all hands behind the knife. Well, to make a short story shorter, I cut my wrist, about half the way off. Two slices just below the watchline. While gushing blood my teacher sends me down to the nurse. They debated for about ten minutes about wether or not i needed stitches. Well, i didn't get them but i almost got kicked out of the social work group i am in b/c they didn't think my mind was in a sound state. What the hell? I had to get a signed note from my mom and my teacher saying i didn't try to kill myself. Shouldn't have been such a big deal. But it was, oh yes, it was. thats really it, and it really really hurts. My best friends boyfriend said that I was going through a stage of listening to bad indie in the "belle and sebastian" class. he said that I was listening to crap feelie music and the harmoney is bad. What the...? I got my tshirt yesterday in the mail! My sister sent it from Uni for me for my birthday. Its soooo cool! much love sinister! kate from chicago +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: all the working girls are fine
by Rachel Playforth 28 Sep '01

28 Sep '01

i just got my photos back from RAH! today, and it brought back all the sweaty excitement, although due to my relatively short stature there are some schoolgirl heads in every shot. also i was a little disappointed that my picture of struan dancing like a LOON just looked like a picture of his stationary back, but i suppose that's what video cameras (and memories) are for. i was quite shocked to discover this week that i am officially unemployed. i mean, i knew that when i came back from holiday i wouldn't have a job, as such, but i didn't really think it through, you know? still, it's given me a chance to pretend to be a real writer, which is entertaining (until i find in poetry review that some 17-year-old whippersnapper is publishing her first collection and my dreams of being a child prodigy take another battering - i've just got to face up to the fact that at 23 i'm too sodding old to be a phenomenon. though at this rate i could be the *oldest* person to publish a first collection, maybe.) i think i might try to get a job in borders, which i swear is where they sent all the indie kids to die after brighton turned its back on all things flared, floppy and woolly. those tags round their necks aren't just staff id, they actually set off a central alarm if an indie kid strays beyond the ghetto: "code red! we've got a bolter!" "activate locking mechanism. don't let him be seen in the street!" "get back inside, you. don't you know you're only fit to pour coffee? there could be a film crew out there!" by the sounds of it the new hefner album is dubious value for money. so it's lucky that i've got a) a boyfriend who manages a record shop, and b) a minidisc recorder....... not that i'd dream of using him as my personal lending library, of course. that would be wrong. but mm... pernice brothers. make me swoooooonnnnnnnnnn. props to rachels fruitloop, cornflake, grapenut and non cereal based. i might have to buck the trend and be archel toast, because toast RULES. i don't know what would happen if i was denied access to toast, probably carnage. my biography will surely contain the following passage: 'in the early years of the 21st century, archel's friends became increasingly aware of her dependence on toast and tea. the sight of the last slice of bread was known to induce mild fits, and her housemates at this time learnt the hard way to leave her milk well alone.' right. enough stalling (you could tell, huh?). i'm off down the job centre. (i could whore myself at the labour party conference, i gather, but the possibility of being attacked by an unholy alliance of anti-capitalists and suicide bombers has put me off slightly...) luv archel toast *************************************** archel(a)iname.com For the best in new writing on the web, visit www.buzzwords.org.uk Contact us on buzzwords(a)bigfoot.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: List abuse.. but please!
by Adam Short 28 Sep '01

28 Sep '01

hey all, just a short one. I've just moved back to uni (which is great), but I've lost the email addresses of people I talk to, namely gina my guitar tutor :o) if you're still out there can you give us 'you have new mail' style tinkle. cheers admam +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Loneliñess of the middle weekeñd slacker
by Ken Chu 28 Sep '01

28 Sep '01

Good afternoon Yay finally it is Friday, up to a month ago, I never appreciated how good Fridays were, until I got a job, and since then, weekends suddenly become gold dusts, precious but blown away easily. Last weeked, I designated it to be my "do fuck all" weekend, because I was shattered all week, physically and mentally, and so, on that Friday night, I vowed to myself, "This weekend, I'm going to do absolutely nothing". I woke up on Saturday, and began my very exciting day of doing sod all! I lied on my sofa, and watched TV, I think the WWF was on. I used to watch that loads when I was a kid, but then grew out of it, three months ago. It was great fun, and then I ate lunch, thank you God for creating Instant Noodles, and the rest of the day I did nothing. My mum wasn't home, so I was alone, on my own, in an empty house. I spoke to a friend that night, he was in the same situation as me, but he was feeling lonely. I tried my best but I couldn't convince him that being lonely is very exciting. This weekend tho, I'm going up to Nottingham to see my friends, I haven't been back to Nottingham since graduation, I haven't seen my friends since graduation, and yes, that is very exciting. I listened to the strokes for the first time yesterday, it wasn't very good. Some people tried their best but they couldn't convince me that the strokes are very exciting. I digress. Love and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: ñ is the probably the best letter in the world, much like how ñeep is an excellent word. P.P.S.: Ok the winners of the "Good god" challenge are: Jonathan Nicholas Howell, who come up with "Bass ass" and others and colleen, who come up with "soon son", and others They will receive a tape from me one day, hopefully when I have time to make them but they will have to first send me their mailing address, so I can stalk them. P.P.S. P.F. said: >>A gal said that she was playing 'Eighties Fan' on G-D-C only. Let me record not only my approval but that I have pre-empted this plan by writing Frank O'Hara's 'In Memory Of My Feelings' with only 50 words.<< Sorry, but Travis have already pre-empted that plan ages ago, they rewrote "Sing to the lord" with just 1 word. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 walkman appears to be full of hair...
by gina titchener 28 Sep '01

28 Sep '01

This is probably pushing my luck, three posts in a month. But there is no apology. It has been quiet on the sinister front today, and I will leap on the chance to reach you all whilst your defences are down, like a small kitten foolishly leaping on the lifeless form of a shoelace dangled infront of its face. My walkman was indeed full of hair and now it is not. Stevie was showing me his ability to perform tremendous vibrato on wrong dream, but has calmed down now. now the hair has gone. I've met Stevie y'know. Unfortunately i have no photographic evidence of this. What i do have, however, is evidence of Chris Jones Meeting Struan. and now you can see it too! it's rather a slow site, tho, so I only expect those of you who really want to see struan's overexcited face to go to gltitchener.freeservers.com to witness this. Plus those of you who want to see isobelle looking lovely, next to a big truck. The massive is snowballing again. Stu Hallifax, with his new haircut (tho still hairy), appeared as if by magic in vanbrugh pooter room, rather like the earwig i saw in here the other week, and invited me out for a drink. i promptly gave him a false mobile number and hid behind my monitor till he left. (Sorry about that stu. hope you got my message with the correct one. ) I also saw f-b in borders, and again i hid. Now we must wait for our leader, He Who Books Coaches, to return so we can initiate samwalton(yeah!). Then. Then you will be. Sorry. can one of the army of librarians on this esteemed list come and work in our library please? it should be such a lovely place, and yet... and yet we can't *breathe* in there. We need someone to give us air conditioning: let the books breathe! A James attempted to incite a riot by posting: >There are layers to the songs, and many alternate ways they could be >taken >(I don't think my takes on the songs are definite, just what they >seem >like >to me) and this too is part of the beauty of their simplicity. >So let's talk, discuss all that rubbish I wrote up there, tell me >(and the >list) what you think B&S songs are about, or what they mean to you I would like to put my hand up and tell miss that *I* think magic of a kind word is secretly disturbing too: "hey cut me loose, i'm feeling fine". this sounds rather like someone has, well, tried to do themsleves in. yeah, they want to stop now, so it's life affirming (!) but it's a bit close to the bone, blunt, almost risque n'est pas? fookin love the song of course, but i do try to ignore the words. the juxtaposition of that line and the joyous music... blurh the end of judy is a ****slap is sublime. it is the music of a picture, a photo, of an autumn scene, a day like today, of red brick walls under yellow leaves and sad late afternoon sunshine. It is the best thing on that ep. the equally touching stacey asked two short questions amongst others, as if short implied simple: "what do i want?" and "who am i?" these are too big to answer. no-one ever can, surely. it is good to try tho. it is important. it makes you human, the asking. she also casually commented:it's tough being human, isn't it? it's not just tough, it's huge. it's overwhelming. it takes so much effort! nothing is ever simple in the so-called real world. the one we have created as an obstacle course for ourselves with... what as the prize? i should be outside in the beautiful sunshine whilst campus is still nearly empty. i am losing the inspiration i was gifted by the walk here past the school and the retreat*, the chestnut trees and latin grafitti**, the field of horses and the buses of people. I can't agree with Joey, who said "the surroundings shouldn't make you happy. You should be happy in yourself, and the settings will compliment this." the way the sun lit the boughs of the chestnut tree and let me see all the space and life with in it lifted me like seeing an old friend. it is a wonderful way to make yourself happy, seeking and finding the beauty in your every day life and its scenery I can't believe i've written so much! i'm sorry if you've read this far in the vain hope of something worthwhile being written. i can only consume art, i am not a creator of it like so many of you. thanks for being gosh-darned grate sinister. watch the idiot running bye love gina x * the retreat is allegedly the oldest home for mental illness patients in the country, and is right next door to the uni. one of its inhabitants said hello to me today. he looked all old and simple and welcoming. i smiled to him. and to myself. ** i love the grafitti here. some of it's in latin for godssake! eg 'cogito ergo non satis bibivi', which translates as 'i think, therefore i have not drunk enough'. my favourite is 'ah good, the sea'. it is such a happy phrase. the sea is fantastic. _________________________________________________________________ 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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