November 2002 - Sinister

Sinister: see those alluring lights?
by Ellebelle 15 Nov '02

15 Nov '02

well, what a busy time it's been; makes me feel really popular, seeing all those emails waiting in my inbox, until i remember i've merely signed up to receive them that is, and then reality comes crashing into my life again. oh well, it was bound to happen on a regular basis. new topic: new paragraph (note please, paragraph fans) as well as being busy (this is a new topic, therefore new paragraph, i'm just trying to create a smooth transition) these last few weeks have also been exciting: poetry parrot, christmas gift exchange, jumble sale... the list is (almost) endless. i have to say i hope lots of you have contacted the divine Ms Llew to secure the opportunity to participate in the great Pressie Xchange. you know you want to. and i know i want a pressie back. obviously, if you just want to join in so you can get loads of wonderful gifts and look really loved at this *special* time, clear off, i've got there first. if any of you have extra gifts to distribute (especially if they are chocolate buttons [my staple diet]) please just send straight to me. hey look, it's another new paragraph! the poetry parrot: what an amazing creature! but i'm a little worried; has it/he/she survived its/his/her back from the dead experience? it/he/she obviously hasn't made it to Liz Daplyn yet. does this mean it could descend in need of sustinance at any moment? if this is a possibility does it have a special sinister tracking gadget? if so then all sinistrians need to be on the look-out and have an emergency poem at the ready (not to suggest we aren't all reading poetry at every available waking moment). emergency poem resource kit suggestion: fab anthology called 'staying alive: real poems for unreal times' ed by neil astley. (2002) actually, whilst i'm going on about books to read i might as well go off on one. (get used to this, it's quite normal). great book warning: 'a fine balance' rohinton mistry. i was almost put off this as it had a sticker saying 'oprah's book club' on it, but i trusted my reading recommendation source, and.... wow. i had to take myself off to a quiet place when i finished reading as it had such an impact. read it. please. greatish book warning: 'you don't know me' david klass. this is in the 'young adult' section, but when did bookshops know about categorising books? i mean, they put Northern Lights etc into childrens! fab book warning: 'stormbreaker' anthony horowitz. ok, this is out and out a kid's book: james bond with a 14 year-old protagonist. but what a 14 year old! by the 3rd book i'm ashamed to admit i fancied a teenager, and a 14-yr-old one at that. oh the shame. the shame. well, this mail started off as a reaction to Myra Hindley's death, but i've got as far as listening to suffer little children too many times and wittering on about nothing. i've also managed to spend too long staring at the photo of the band opposite the lyrics for 'suffer'. the tucked in shirt days. oh i remember it well. and it was forced back to me a few weeks ago when a 'friend' decided to set me up on a night out. the *man of my dreams* (sic.) turned out to be wearing a large checked shirt rolled up at the sleeves and tucked tightly into his m&s jeans. is it wrong of me to judge him on this? the final nail in the coffin was he refused to come and dance! i mean, not wanting to dance! ok, so i can't dance, but i refuse to let that minor consideration get in the way of something i enjoy. after all, i don't have to watch me not being able to dance. yet another paragraph, and probably enough to satisfy the paragraph contingent. i feel i really should say something of interest during this post so i'll leave you with my fave. quotation of wisdom: 'to remember everything is a form of madness' (Friel/Steiner) i can't say anything about Hindley although i feel i should, but perhaps the only way forward is to remember the essence of horror we should work against, and forget the facts about her. i think i'm trying to say that making sure what happened never happens again is more important than her as a person. and i think this probably applies to lots of things at the moment. love Elle x +Belle (purr) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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Sinister: psychoanalyze my narcissistic ass
by rrrrobyn 15 Nov '02

15 Nov '02

oh sinister, thank fuck for all that. and red shirts. and colanders. thank fuck for fourteen hundred delete buttons with separate interests, with a love for unparagraphed prose and a hate for it. thank fuck for poetry and those bastards who drown their sorrows in it after late nights at the bar or early mornings at the gym or just because they'd rather not do the grocery shopping, buy more bread, buy more gin. i was thanking fuck the other day and jesus christ if it didn't thank me back. fuck must be canadian, i thought: its self-effacing ways and that happy-go-lucky hairstyle. but of course, i'm wrong, again, and fuck isn't what it seems. it lays down a blanket on the forest floor, stretches out, eyes half-closed like Barthes laying on the beach. but fuck has brought sandwiches wrapped in wax paper and tea out of an old blue thermos. how can you go wrong with that? mid-spring and all our life coming back even as we lay down to count the clouds, close our eyes, and pretend to nap. i've had one of those days. and it should really be over by now, but i've kept it going on. brain, stop, just bluddy stop (except maybe keep going a little on this whole 'how to spell psychoanalyze' thing b/c, well, you've got some kind of mental block there). ah, oh well, pfft. yours, always and etc., robyn ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden(a)yahoo.com Montreal, QC __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Web Hosting - Let the expert host your site http://webhosting.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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: plea to Sydneysiders: sydney advice:)
by Kin WOO 15 Nov '02

15 Nov '02

hey kids it's Kin, one of the Perth divison. soon i'll be making my way to luverly Sydney for a week of fun and err frolics. only thing is, i haven't been to Sydney for 6 years so knowledge is rusty. so this is where kind and helpful Sinisterinies come in. so any Sydney Sinisterinies (try saying that 5 times fast), please tell me cool places (clothes shops, record shops, bars, clubs etc) to check out. any info would be mucho appreciated. Any Sinister happenings going on from Dec 5 to 14 (when I'll be going)??? Or just cool gigs to check out in that period? (I'm going to DJ Shadow at the mo).I await expert advice anxiously:) ok please email me off list and hope to hear from some of you soon. later Kin Woo "The trouble with the straight and the narrow is it's so thin I keep sliding off to the side" Jason Pierce +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: advice on recording gigs please:)
by Kin WOO 15 Nov '02

15 Nov '02

hey again sorry for 2 emails in rapid succession. but i've recently ended 6 years of student poverty and having obtained a job for next year, plan to splurge out on the one thing I've desired for so long...:some device to record gigs with:) No, i must reiterate- i have no intention of selling said bootlegs but have been to so many gigs that were so brilliant that I wished I had recorded to preserve it forever. so peeps, please help me out because I'm a Luddite when it comes to these things. What would be the best device to bring with me to record a gig??? I've heard Minidisc and DAT but know very little about them so any info would be appreciated. what do you more techno-knowledgeable of you recommend?What would give the clearest sound reproduction? Which is easiest to use? What models do you recommend and how much do they cost? Also is it possible to transfer it to CD? Any and all info would be so much welcome. I repeat-not to sell but for pure and simple musical nostalgia (and maybe to make copies for friends as prezzies:)) Ok thanx in advance peeps (and please email me off-list) and hope to hear from you soon Later Kin Woo "The trouble with the straight and the narrow is it's so thin I keep sliding off to the side" Jason Pierce +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: And August Bank Holiday I always devote to grossness ~ somebody famousish
by ArtsyDeco＠aol.com 15 Nov '02

15 Nov '02

Oh bother, sinisterines. So I'll get right to the point. I had a crush on this boy from my history lecture. I developed said crush when I noticed him playing games on his calculator rather than taking notes for the duration of a class. So one day I looked across the room to see him, smiled at him. He stopped what he was doing, went back down the stairs, crossed the room, climbed over a row of chairs and sat down one seat over from me. I was thrilled but successfully managed to be too stunned to say anything. Now I've just seen him kissing a girl in the cafeteria. Good to know that I've gone back to fitting the sinister stereotype of being a lovelorn shyling. I've also managed to fall in love with some sinister words again, so I guess that's a good thing. The stars I meant to distribute around campus are sitting in their container on top of my printer. I had really better get to it soon, or I fear all the good will I put into them may go stale. I am forming a secret ninja society called The Way of the Chop. I have a habit of gently karate-chopping those I hold most dear, so I thought I ought to find some kind of outlet for it. We are in the process of getting our ninja costumes. We shall spread enlightenment and mirth through chopping. All Boston area sinisterites welcome. Let me know. Honestly. I'm going to Iceland for new years. I'm quite thrillt and wish it would just hurry up and get here already. My life seems to be stagnating a bit. This has been a rambling post of such lack of cohesion that it ought to be some sort of manifesto. I love you all. Kara +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: -texas- is the reason. . .att'n all tx sinis
by Alyson Snowball 14 Nov '02

14 Nov '02

hi everyone, sinistrines in texas, please email me and let me know you're out there. i want to organize some sort of texas sinister meet-up. . .i think there might have been rumblings about one in the past, but, well, i'm not sure it actually happened. either that or it did happen, and no one bothered to tell me. . . so, if you're up for it, let me know! i don't care if 3 or 30 people show, i am planning *something*, no matter how many people show interest. =) eternally optimistic, alyson snowball +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: enjoying your new vagina
by The Space Shed 14 Nov '02

14 Nov '02

(there's no talk of muffs for at least thirty lines. you might want to use that 'page down' button) ~~~~~~~~~ a quick cautionary note, my dears, before i get on with the bulk of this post.. in recent days you will have heard talk of the 'tilde'. my friends, do not confuse the tilde with the ~ . you may hear the misguided comparing the two, but the tilde is not the ~. it is an aspect of the ~, but it is not the whole. i shall refer to an old religion to make my point. not a false religion, but one in drastic need of an update. a religion from the days before the discovery of ~ : there is a hindu goddess named kali, famed for devouring her own children. she pops 'em out at one end and with her claws scrapes the dead ones into her huge, slavvering jaw. people don't think she's all that nice. but they're wrong. you can see their point, though. she doesn't sound very nice, does she? yet she is only doing what she has to. she has to eat them, so she can produce more. birth and death, one cannot exist without the other.. in a similar way, darkness cannot exist without light. some people will say they're both sides of the same coin... that isn't quite true. they're actually just different points within the same spectrum. yes, the tilde exists. one must be aware of it, and respect it, but those who tell you of the tilde fail to appreciate the glory of the hole. sorry, whole. see... the ~. it is so much more than that. of course it frightens people. terry underwear has clearly been through the dark side and has struggled to return to reality. there are others who will warn you of dangers more sneakily, guarding their own hidden motives. nevertheless, i don't want you to think of stephen hewitt as a deranged madman, spouting filth and obscenity and attempting to lead you into a life of degradation. not unless you already did, anyway. i want you to think of him as a poor soul who has lost his way. a hungry traveller cast out of the little chef of enlightenment. to these, too, one day the ~ will come. one day. but enough of that now. in time, you will learn more of the ~. today, i want to talk of different matters: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ so.. i got up this morning with a mission. and it was an GRATE mission. and i want to tell you about it: men... they talk of many things. religion, politics, life, death, fart-lighting, football and.. a sacred object that many of them seek with endless energy. women...they talk of many things too. although many of them are mysterious to me. they also talk of a sacred object that it is wise to seek to possess. i have never had one. but, today, i decided to get one. a vagina. i know this must be something marvellous. a lot of the men i know, and quite a few of the women, seem to worship this mysterious object. i have heard talk of people bowing down before its luminescence, and, prostrated thus, performing all manner of bizzare acts. i seek the truth. it makes being alive a great deal more interesting. and, although i knew little about my goal, i decided that meant there was even more opportunity to learn. first stop, the corner shop, for provisions. omco superstore, deep in the heart of selly oak. i smiled at the lady handling my coconut macaroons, and i told her i wanted a vagina. i asked if she could help me in this quest. my friends, she had clearly never met someone pursuing this goal before. she looked at me curiously, before disappearing to the back of her counter, and bowing before the (presumably sacred) words: 'embassy.......number one'. when she reappeared, she handed me a green packet and said 'is this what you are looking for?' an ordinary green packet, with some yellow writing on it. it was a little squidy and it cost nearly five pounds. it didn't seem all that impressive. i was about to tell her that i didn't think so, when she informed me that it was a golden vagina. well, that was easy. astounded with my instant success, i turned it over in my hands and wondered what to do with it. a little unconvinced, i decided to check, to be sure. there was another word by which i had heard this revered object called: 'fanny?' another peculiar look: 'there's no need to be rude, dear' 'are you sure this is a fanny?' at this point she told me to give me the money and leave her store, and never come back. she said if i did her 3 big brothers and her alsation, who were all waiting out the back because they were too DANGEROUS to come into the main shop, would attack me simultaneously, and rip me to shreds. i left at this point. omco is an odd place. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i took my vagina home. i had a cup of tea. i tossed it from hand to hand, then considered i should probably be touching it more reverentially. then considered that perhaps i shouldn't be touching it at all. what, after all, was the procedure for such things? i had no idea. perhaps i could find a book on it. i asked my boss where i could find a book on vaginas. she advised me to go to the medical library and to take a couple of weeks off work, unpaid. clearly she, too, is a non-believer. when i told the lady in the medical library what i wanted she looked at me quizzically. i explained that i had just acquired a new vagina, and didn't really know what to do with it. suddenly, her expression cleared. she asked me why i hadn't told her i was going to do this, and i said it was a spur of the moment decision and i hadn't really had time to tell everybody. she asked if it had hurt. i told her no, not really, although it had cost me nearly a fiver and it seemed to be causing a lot of trouble. she gave me what seemed to be a supportive smile, and handed me a book: 'enjoying your new vagina'. marvellous! i took it home, and, ready for my new, wholesome spiritual experience, i made myself a cup of white spirit with just a spot of milk (no sugar, i'm careful about what i put in my body) and sat down to read: 'you may be anxious to explore yourself, but find that your new acquisition is a little tender. try caressing it gently, at first, getting to grips with its shape, and its texture.' texture? blimey. i stroked my vagina a little. plasticcy... smooth.. i lifted it to my face.. it smelt... plasticcy and smooth. i touched it with my cheek. it felt...plasticcy and smooth. christ, this was tedious. i skipped a few pages: 'enjoy your vagina in stages, slowly at first. you will find that exploring it internally, with a gentle finger, will bring untold pleasure.' really? i put my finger inside. it came out covered in brown stuff. i didn't get much out of it, really. the brown stuff smelt funny. i wondered if my golden vagina was somehow defective. maybe that had been why the woman had been so keen to get me out of omco. maybe that was why she had told me not to come back. even someone as wrongly-directed as her doesn't sell counterfeit sacred goods without SOME hint of remorse. and.....untold pleasure? no. i could feel a little tingle, but i often do when sitting on the washing machine. i skipped a few more pages. when i came to the part about penetration of the vagina (with PENISES and EVERYTHING) i couldn't take it any more. the book went back to the medical library, and i'm NEVER going there again. i only stopped to spit the words 'filthy PERVERT!' at the head librarian on the way out. i put my vagina on the shelf, not knowing what else to do with it. it sits there, between the 'hello kitty' 3-speed vibrator and the signed picture of wincey willis, unobtrusive. in time, i'm sure i shall forget i ever had one. the lesson? i'm not sure there is one love, and ~~~s prophet i ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ p~s~: just a couple of other things: i notice we have a few new people saying hello. i hope you all like it here. a couple of tips: a. everybody should try anal sex at least once in their life b. watch out for people from brighton also, robyn fadden mentioned the new future bible heros cd and it made me think grrrrrr, because i can't find it ANYWHERE. even amazon only has it on import. has it been released in the uk, does anybody know? does anybody have it fancy doing a little tape-swap? i have lots of lovely stuff i could send you in return. mark hester said: *those of you who've heard the new St Etienne offering "Finisterre" will *recognise the line at the top from Michael Jayston's spoken parts, which he *utters with such gravitas that they seem of the utmost import. I had no idea *who Jayston was, so I went a-googling, natch, and discovered that he was a *"character actor" who'd been in loads of stuff without actually being the real *star. i am reliably informed that michael jayston did the voice-over for 'war of the worlds'. reliably informed by someone that tells lies sometimes. but it might be true. does anybody else think that the spoken parts, together with the poor sequencing, spoil finisterre? i mean, its an okay album, but it could have been one of their best. especially the part where he says 'use a bank/ i'd rather die'....so, none of saint etienne have bank accounts then? it must take a big mattress to hide all that money underneath. the end. thank fuck for that. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: He's so unhip it's a wonder his bum doesn't fall off
by Michael Ashbridge 14 Nov '02

14 Nov '02

On my inability to remain conscious during bus journeys -- some problems and digressions: I hate it, hate falling asleep on buses. When I wake up, always at the same point in the journey, I feel like a tramp. All these people around me, genetic freaks all of them, somehow able to resist the gentle rocking motion and soporific rumble of the engine, they've been staring at me, watching my head bounce arrthymically against the window, waiting for me to come awake with a start right on cue just as we pass St Mark's church, realise where I am, and quickly check to make sure I haven't been drooling anywhere embarrassing. Like onto the shoulder of the man who rather rashly assumed that sitting down next to me whilst I was fast asleep could bring him neither harm nor oddly placed stains. That only happened once, several years ago, and is the reason I now ensure that I sit on the starboard seats of the bus, allowing my head to fall onto its preferred side. Which is odd. Most men, when asked by a tailor (most men will never be asked this by any tailor, but we all fantasize that we may, one day, be in a position to be asked) will tell him that they dress to the right. Another of nature's little asymmetries. I wonder if this is also true of men's heads in the context of sleeping on buses. I could find out simply by turning around and observing, but, as I've said, I have a problem staying awake on buses. Meanwhile, much talk (and evidence) of people who can't/don't use paragraphs in their posts. Of interest: Next month the university here is giving an internal let's-see- what-everyone-else-is-researching conference, in which postgrads from various faculties give pop-talks to show what they're doing with all their grant money. I myself am not participating, what with my thesis being a million years late already, but I know a nice chap from informatics who is presenting a joint paper with an also-nice girl from psychology on the ways in which various types of people present their written prose online, and how those are received and interpreted. Not groundbreaking, perhaps, but nonetheless topical. If I'd known at the time, I would have submitted Sinister as a case study. Here is a quote from the abstract: "[...] and we present [experimental] evidence to confirm the popular opinion that long, unbroken, poorly structured blocks of prose are indicative of narcissistic personality-types, concluding that while all other types of prose style are appreciated and/or preferred by different types of reader, the block style is [considered readable] only by the author." You don't even want to see what they have to say about the rest of us. One of the interesting parts is a computer program they developed that, they claim, can analyse a piece of (formatted) text and make a fairly accurate stab at the author's psychological make-up. I'll provide a link once the paper is published online. Flame on. As I travel home I shall ponder what the program might say about my own style, for about five minutes, before I let my head knock against the window and vaguely hope that I don't miss my stop. - M. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: she said: i know what it's like to be dead. i know what it is to be sad. and you're making me feel like i've never been born.
by dagnyrae 14 Nov '02

14 Nov '02

{and there it was: you have been given a voice on the sinister list. the truth of it, though, is that i always had one. i've always had this voice. the priviledge is not in the having. it is, rather, in the using. so.} hello. here i am with the uniform of the established scene, tripping through in red shoes that leave damp footprints. sinister's address is easy enough for me to imagine: worldwide. and now i am happy to be here. to be a part. of the world. i always used to think i was just in it, or through it, like an arrow-pierced heart, my head pointed down, my feet in the air and my middle just all wrapped up in everything else. lately i think my head is up, though, and my feet down, back where they should be. if the middle could be all wrapped up in arms, that'd be loverly enough for me. belle and sebastian. should have a pink mailing page of people. with an address that's listed as: worldwide. content: my favorite is the blue one, though i like the green one more. the principle of the thing, i guess, and the second red one is much less better than the first red one. i've sat here on my end in my part of worldwide for three weeks meeting you, and i think there has been talk of change among ranks and files. i wonder what you were like when you talk of what i suppose were your good old days, your days of finding everything fresh and sqeaky new, covered with whatever wonder i hold for you now. isn't it going to make you puke when i say: everything will always be as it should be, even if the shape of things differs in the end from the beginning. and, well: shapes get fucked the fuck up. change always irritates me, particularly its processes; funny, then, that i should be so in love with abstractions, drunk on the process of art, not the finished result. but then this is not art with a capital a. and you are not art with a capital a. you are the a. that doesn't change. only the process does. only the finished product is never complete for the way it will be perceived, and is, and will be tomorrow. and so here, voiced: i am happy. it doesn't really matter if you are not; you will be. i will always be new here, and that is the way and the shape of my voice. "we will it so, and so it is past all accident." *rae __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Web Hosting - Let the expert host your site http://webhosting.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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: seeing other imaginary people
by s. lord 14 Nov '02

14 Nov '02

Today started off well - my first class went quickly and not much was learned - after my first class I walk to the student union on the edge of campus - every m/w/f I go and eat lunch with my friends seth and jules - we sit around and just eat really bad over priced union food and talk about everything that is going wrong in our lives - today though I just happened to run into my imaginary boyfriend - saying he is an imaginary boyfriend sounds weird - he is a real person - very much real - and he knows me - we have talked before - we both used to work at the same store - but he just doesn't know that I think he is completely the cutest person in the world and that we are pretend dating - god now that I write this out it sounds really sad - oh well I guess - so it is - anyways - he was sitting down eating lunch when I saw him from the check out lane - I stared briefly for a moment at him - oh so good looking - with that dark hair and those dark eyes - but then the man at the check out got angry at me for taking so long and yelled something at me which I guessed was some words meaning 'get a move on' - so I dug into my pockets and started sorting through my change - I have been a little short on money lately - so I had to dig through my car to find some money this morning - luckily I found five dollars worth of change under my seat - who knew there was so much money in my car - but anyway - so I was paying with change and staring at my imaginary boyfriend for way too long - people were getting angry - after I got done paying I walked over and saw where my friend seth was going to sit - where we usually sit - in the back atrium type area - it is normally a really good spot to sit - lots of professors and grad students sit out there which is nice cause it makes us feel a tad bit more sophisticated - sad - yes it is - but sometimes you just have to - but I didn't want to go out there - I wanted to go over to the imaginary boyfriend and ask him if I could sit with him - he was at a table for two and I knew it was just fate that it turned out that way - he was waiting for me - so he got a table for two - we could share my french fries and talk coyly over the trivial news in today's daily newspaper - share a laugh and a dreamy glance - I could tell him about the book I am reading now - this side of paradise - about how amory blaine goes through life looking for love - he would then be interested and ask to read it when I am done - (of course since he is my imaginary boyfriend he would be interested and not just act interested just to please me) - which I would gladly give him to read - oh how great it would be to talk to him about anything - just stare at him as he talked about the useless crap he talks about - oh it would be so wonderful - but then my daydream was shattered by the harsh light of reality that was suddenly thrust upon me - as I walked toward him he got up and left - oh no imaginary boyfriend - do not go - what about lunch - what happened to conversation we were to share - what happened to it all - and that is when I knew I it was over - I had to break up with him - it was not going to last anyway - we both had our separate worlds and our own friends - so after a few minutes of standing there and thinking about the future I will never have with the cutest boy in the world - I moved on to the table in the atrium and sat with my friends - it was a sad day - but I know it is better off this way - it is too much work to maintain an imaginary boyfriend - always having to do everything for them - it was just time to end it - but tomorrow is another day - who knows what may happen - much love to you all --scott ---------------------------------------------- what we place most hopes upon generally proves most fatal. - vicar of wakefeild _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 helps eliminate e-mail viruses. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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