February 2002 - Sinister

Sinister: The boy with the Yassa Arafat
by Kenneth P Y Chu 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

Like archel I'm bored at work but instead of miss playforth's playing with words I decided to play with numbers instead, since that's the only thing that wouldn't get me arrested when I play with it... What's the inverse of a typo? Is it a reado? Well, thanks to Aruni I have discovered that I had made a readomatical error. When I said I'd lived 7955 days in my last post, I meant it. However later I misread myself, and thought I'd lived for 7995 days, trying to act 40 days older than I was. Thanks aruni for that, but THEN, I checked out my calculations again, and I realised that I had also made a "writo" as well.. whilst doing the addition on paper, I wrote down the number 240 rather than 204 and thus the whole calculation was wrong and I had in fact only lived 7919 days the last time I wrote, and my 8th millenium doesn't come until about three month's time, ah well. If my calculations aren't wrong this time (which it prolly is), my illusive big eight-oh-oh-oh jubilee is gonna be on 6th May this year - 5 days before B&S play in Chicago. My 21st Birthday occured on the 10th June of last year - 5 days before I saw B&S play for the first time ever in Glasgow. Are there some kind of strange correlations going on? I don't know for sure yet but we'll see. B&S Gigs and Red Bulls Ken (7923 days old today) p.s.: my 10,000 jubilee will arrive on the 27/10/2007, when I'll be 27! - freaky or what????! _________________________________________________________________ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Re: Sinister: i can smell the coffee, why can't you?
by Timothy Steven Moyle 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

i'll tell yer, you'll need a furrow as deep as the grand canyon to push a long bguette through. (bugger me that'll hurt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) then again the easiest way to chat on the phone is to think of him/her dressed in a teddybear suit asking 'if bears do shit in woods and wheres the bum zip?', it occassionally works, ive tried buit I guess thinking that in interviews may not work as I permently have a cheeky smile across my face even when answering a serious question, then again it'll stop you from thinking, but the other way to do phone calls is to stand in front of a window naked, it sounds silly, but you'll be more worried about people seeing you then the person on the other end of the phone...................................................................................do bears really shit in woods!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.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: my brother had confessed he was......subscribing
by Ben Apps 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

can I ask a favour? Aaaaaargghh! My little brother has declared his intention to swell the sinister ranks. This leaves me feeling more than a little uncomfortable. I just checked and he's in the nursery already, so hello Will! I suppose it's my own fault. If I hadn't plied him with B & S and talked about you lot so enthusiastically he never would have done it. But now he has and I can't and shouldn't stop him. It's just that I escape the trauma of my family by largely ignoring them. Sinister is my solace. At least it was! Maybe this development will turn about to be a good thing, forcing me to confront certain 'issues' in my life? I'll leave him to introduce himself in a couple of weeks when he's out of the nursery, but in the meantime, about that favour......he's got himself a ticket for the Manchester gig on the 2nd of April, but doesn't have anyone to go/meet up with. If anyone in the south Manchester/Stockport area doesn't mind chaperoning a cocky 17 year old (must be nice, must be nice) then you can get in touch with him at willhaigh(a)hotmail.com Archel - I think I may have your phone disorder too! But possibly a slightly different variation. I tend to be OK with work related calls, and speaking to strangers, but when I need to chat or discuss how I'm *feeling*, I have to make a list of bullet points or I just freeze. It's too early for a full diagnosis, but doctors fear I may be 'a boy'. What with the world tour coming up I had a dreadful thought the other day that they were planning on playing as many gigs as possible before (eek) splitting up! Paranoia or what? Bon voyage to RichJGillanders. We'll think of your departure as more of a comma than. a. full. stop. Email me if you're going to Copenhagen Email willhaigh(a)hotmail.com if you're going to Manchester Email Santa@theNorthPole if you've been good girls and boys ci ja Ben xXx _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.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: oh to see a show
by s. lord 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

-am very happy to finally be able to see a show - -while ticketmaster did try to be a little mean to me - -i was able to get tickets to the chicago show - -now i just have to wait through the months - -it shall be a long time of waiting - -but i have waited for so long - -i think i can do it - -appologies for never entroducing myself - -i'm scott in iowa - -hope everyone has luck in getting tickets - -until next time - _________________________________________________________________ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
by Aruni J 18 Feb '02

18 Feb '02

...although i don't particularly like watching puddles gather rain. I am posting now in a fit of jealous moroseness (tho with a twinkle in my eye) because everyone is going to the b&s gigs this spring 'cept me. I was in a dream for several hours last Thursday, planning flights to New York and Philadelphia, bus-rides to Georgia, (tessering to Texas?) but then was woken up by the simple equation: no money + no time = no concerts. Maybe next time (this being what I said last time). Such is life. People will post set-lists, and then maybe I'll program my CD player with the appropriate songs and insert suitable cheering, dancing, and witty banter. Hey, at least this way I'll get to be the girl who goes up onstage. Lots of people were talking about depression for awhile and then Gina mentioned _Infinite Jest_, which I thought was appropriate. It contains (among other things) one of the most harrowing and eye-opening descriptions of depression I've ever read: "It is a level of psychic pain wholly incompatible with human life as we know it. It is a sense of radical and thoroughgoing evil not just as a feature but as the essence of conscious existence. It is a sense of poisoning that pervades the self at the self's most elementary levels. It is a nausea of the cells and soul." ...and David Foster Wallace goes on like that for a while. I know it's probably a grossly overdramatic and oversimplified description, but when I first read that, I found myself in awe of people who experience It and yet _somehow_ find within themselves the strength to go on and the belief that things do get better. I hope I don't offend anyone with my presumption here, but I just wanted to say Wow. Wow. I love things that give me perspective. Like the above. Like this list. Like that time freshman year when I walked down Prospect St. at sunset, kicking up fallen leaves on a beautiful New England autumn afternoon, and was struck with the simple but overwhelming sense that it's good to be alive! Like the next day, when I tried to communicate the feeling to my freshman counselor, and she gave me a "how sweet and naïve" look. I wish that I knew what I know now, when I was younger. :) Love, Aruni PS Mark's household tip--don't let girls use your shower--while appreciated, is somewhat impractical for me, and probably about half of sinister. Revised suggestion: comb your hair before taking a shower, which eliminates the icky hair clogs. Trust me. I have perhaps 3 feet of hair on my head, and it works. ;) PPS Ken said >it was a whooping 7,955 days. Five days until my eighth millennium! and then asked us to calculate his birthday. But unless they redefined millenium when I was sleeping, you need to clarify: 7955 or 7995? _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.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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Re: Sinister: what are days for? days are where we live
by ian 17 Feb '02

17 Feb '02

i feel honour-bound to point out that saint peter did not, in fact, write the following. it was me. quite how this confusion of identity came about, i have no idea. the world is a peculiar place - or, as the buddha once said "fuck me with a long hot baguette, i'm buggered if i know what's going on". i hope your sundays brought you joy, my fluffy friends. i can only apologise for my technological inadequacy. -----Original Message----- From: Saint Peter <dimensionflip(a)netscapeonline.co.uk> To: Sinister Mailing List <sinister(a)missprint.org> Date: 17 February 2002 23:25 Subject: Sinister: what are days for? days are where we live >i built the house entirely of lego. i knew it was a silly thing to do, but >it appealed to my sense of simplicity. the walls were a pleasing yellow, >the roof an aldi shade of blue. my friends had yellow faces, like the >simpsons but squarer and less defined. they sat on identikit red chairs, >waving their claw-like hands at one another. we didn't have a fridge. i >knew i had to leave soon, because every time i used the toilet the water ran >through the cracks and onto the floor. it didn't seem to trouble the >lego-people. they didn't eat. they didn't wash much either. i tried to >point this out, diplomatically, but they just looked back, their >never-moving faces smiling curiously at me. > >i think they felt sorry for me. they sensed i wasn't one of them. > >i miss them. > >an interesting fact... if you take kirsten kenyon, and you divide it by >kirsten kenyon, the result is one. however, if you take sarah clarke and >multiply it by the sunshine that hovvers on the edges of your mind, then >esme will lose her voice again and old mother shipton will never go back to > >her cave. the moral:- as barry manilow once opined - hang on to what you've >got, don't let go, girl, you've got a lot. > >i don't know where this post is going. i don't know where it has been. my >head was so full of things to say, but my other thoughts all got in the way. >i wanted to tell you all a story, i wanted to sing you all a song, but these >are only dreams, you see, and my voice is quite out of key, it chants a >chord of somebody, a person who might just be me but somehow doesn't seem to >be and sounds so very wrong. > >the last time i met you all was in january. you were saying lovely things, >you told me about the boy you knew at school, about the woman you loved, >about the smile within the emptiness, and you blew me kisses, even though >you didn't know me. i would have liked to reply to you, but my fingers >failed me. and, now, i would talk about the dreams you had then, but who >wants to talk of old dreams? they die, as they should, and numerous >nebulous numinous nonsenses fill their place. > >do i love you....do i? doesn't one and one make two? > >no, not always. if you take a lump of plasticine and add it to another lump >of plasticine all you have is one big lump of plasticine. numbers are a >human construct and bear no relation to reality. therefore, any theory >constructed from the use of numbers must be infinitely approximate. this is >not the same as being approximately infinite. >but i don't think cole porter thought of that when he wrote the song.. > >sometimes i think you want me to touch you. > >i reach out to the screen and imagine you're there, on the other side of it. >but all that greets my fingers is the hardness of a screen. if i could live >in your head, for just one day, would i see the world your way? and would i >like it any better? > >there was an old woman who lived in a shoe. she would have preferred a >house, but times were hard. at night, the rain fell in through the >lace-eyelets. she would lie, looking up at the sky, wishing she hadn't >beaten her children so soundly and made them run away. cloud mounts on >cloud, until it seems there is another world, only twenty miles above, and >she wonders if life would be any different there, or if it would be just the >same existence, but colder, and greyer. when the downpour comes, the water >falls in a steady stream onto her forehead, and it runs down her nose and >mingles with the tears on her cheeks. > >ever felt like giving up? i've felt like giving up. > >i watched a programme about seal pups. from the first time they climb in >the water there are sharks lurking underneath, watching them and thinking >about their next meal. sometimes i think if i was a seal pup, i'd just sit >on a rock, and feel the sunshine on my fur. >but then i'd never know how it felt to dive through a wave. >last night my friend got hit by an iron bar by four men who were shouting >about the taliban. he'll be okay. physically. >i'm sure there's a metaphor in the above somewhere. > >when i was little, i wanted to be an astronaut. my mum told me that you >couldn't be an astronaut if you were british, that you had to be american or >russian. sometimes i wish she hadn't told me. i still dream of the moon, >but i know i'll never get there. > >i'm going to make myself go blind tonight, i'm going to make myself go blind >tonight...i'm going to build a shrine for the wasted days. > >i didn't build the shrine from lego. i learnt from my mistakes. i found a >record that didn't want to be played any more, and i melted it. i curved >the sides up into an arch, and i threw a few remnants of used tissue across >the floor. i built a wall of televisions, all set to switch channels every >five minutes - a picture of a refugee camp in the congo is replaced by an >advert for toothpaste. > inside the shrine sits a man. he is the keeper of the shrine for the >wasted days. his name is brendan. brendan watches the wall of images, but >his mind is not on the pictures. he is too busy wondering if refugees clean >their teeth. > >sundays are dark days. the long, dark teatime of the soul allows no refuge. > >i should go. i love you, yes you. and i promise i'll write soon. > >ian > >+-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ > +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ > To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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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: But underneath I am the same as you
by Andrew Barton 17 Feb '02

17 Feb '02

Hello again. I decided after posting for the first time, to wait until I had something interesting to say about B&S or my life, before posting for a second time. Well, I can't guartantee that this is going to be interesting, but I've started now and I don't intend to stop. Last week I took my first trip to Scotland. My family and I stayed in Ediburgh for four days, and one of those days I had been looking forward to for a long long time. That was the day I would take a day trip to Glasgow. The town I live in back home (Eugene, Oregon) always sounded very similar to Glasgow, from what I had heard about GU and the places around it. I always thought, "Take away the great indie scene, the scottish accents, and the old buildings- and I'd be right at home." Maybe it was the quirkiness in Stuart's short stories that gave me an idea of what it might be like, or maybe it was the idea of standing in the same city where all those words and notes were dropped into microphones and played to me thousands of miles away. All I knew was that I wanted to go there. When Stevie put up the article he had written welcoming students to Glasgow my imaginary Glasgow sort of started to seem like it could be what the real Glasgow was like. Before I even first arrived in London in early december, I begged my family to let me take the train up and see the gig on the 20th. They decided it was too close to Christmas, and the same day one of their friends was coming to stay with us, etc etc. But in return I was promised that I would get there sometime within my 4 months in the U.K. Well, I went to Glasgow. And I loved it. I followed Stevie's instructions almost to the letter (I didn't need to know everything was going to be allright, I was already having the time of my life, so I didn't down a large orange juice in a oner) and had the veggie breakfast at the Grosvenor cafe. I shopped at some great record stores (much to my delight I found both the 'Eighties Fan' and 'Your Sound' Camera Obscura singles). I walked around the University campus. I had coffee at Beanscene and was reminded of my favorite coffee house back home, the place where I have the fondest memories of being with the friends I'm away from now. I could go on and on about how those simple things made me happy, but I think that's enough. My best friend, the one who introduced me to B&S, is coming to visit for 10 days on Saturday. I'm looking forward to it imensely because he's exceptionally flaky, and is incapable of writing much in an email, so I haven't heard much from him since I've been here. But when he's around we ramble on about music and books and girls and how shitty high school is for hours on end, and I'm in need of that just about now. I'd like to thank a lot of people on Sinister for telling stories that remind me of things I've done, and talking about B&S the same way I would, and recommending such wonderful things to check out for myself. When talks of The perks of being a wallflower were highly afoot my interest was sparked and I wandered into a bookstore, picked it up, and couldn't stop. It was just perfect. Youth In Revolt and The Catcher In The Rye- only twee... I also want to thank Tom Pettinger for introducing me to more delightful indie bands that can occupy my cd player for hours on end. "On a bus stop in the town, 'We rule the school.' Written for anyone to read, and to see." Thanks for your time, - Andrew _________________________________________________________________ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: help! i need somebody.....not just anybody.....Sinister bodies!
by Delaware9＠aol.com 17 Feb '02

17 Feb '02

Hi guys! I thought I would write to the loverly Sinisterines cos my roommate and pals are prolly quite tired of hearing me talk abt my excitment abt the upcoming Philly show in May! Yikes! Yesterday, when I was telling my girlfriend abt my long history with B & S, and how excited I was to get a then-hard-to-find tape of a tape of a taped copy of Tigermilk, and listened to it on the long drive down to college for the first time, and soon found how fitting songs like "She's Losing It" and "We Rule the School" were to be in my life, she pointed out how appropriate it was that I was going to be seeing them 2 short weeks before my college graduation. Aw. A framing of sorts. I also found out the other day that this girl at my skool, who is my friend now but wasnt before, said to another girl that I seemed really "Teen Angst." Harrrrrumph. The real reason i am writing is that I have a request of you lovely lot! I have been hearing abt so so so many bands lately, from you all, other lists, pals, magazines, and, as I am in my final year of college, I am very, very broke, and unable to buy all the music I would love to check out. So! I was writing to ask if there are a few of you out there who wouldnt mind making me a mix tape! I havent got much money but I would send you some stickers and other fun arty maily things in exchange! Here are some of the bands I would like to know more about: Daft Punk, Clientele, Low, Tahiti 80, Windy + Carl, Sea + Cake, the Shins, Moth Wranglers, the Strokes, Felix da Housecat, Ladytron, Beta Band, Pernice Brothers, recent Momus, Avalanches, Hefner, American Analog Set, Handsome Family, Old 97s, St Etienne, Her Space Holiday, Lucksmiths, Ladybug Transistor, Sparklehorse, Push Kings, The Real Tuesday Weld, The Faint, My Favorite, The Incredible Moses Leroy, Takako Minekawa, and whatever else yr classy ears have been enjoying! Right, now it seems like I must not have bought any music in 432589 years, and live in a cave. But I would so appreciate it if you all could help me out here! Sometimes it seems as though there are just too many bands to really know, and I am very curious, if poor! Please mail me OFF LIST if you might be able to help me out! I will make it worth yr while... Mil besitos, Jessica http://jessicam.diaryland.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: what are days for? days are where we live
by Saint Peter 17 Feb '02

17 Feb '02

i built the house entirely of lego. i knew it was a silly thing to do, but it appealed to my sense of simplicity. the walls were a pleasing yellow, the roof an aldi shade of blue. my friends had yellow faces, like the simpsons but squarer and less defined. they sat on identikit red chairs, waving their claw-like hands at one another. we didn't have a fridge. i knew i had to leave soon, because every time i used the toilet the water ran through the cracks and onto the floor. it didn't seem to trouble the lego-people. they didn't eat. they didn't wash much either. i tried to point this out, diplomatically, but they just looked back, their never-moving faces smiling curiously at me. i think they felt sorry for me. they sensed i wasn't one of them. i miss them. an interesting fact... if you take kirsten kenyon, and you divide it by kirsten kenyon, the result is one. however, if you take sarah clarke and multiply it by the sunshine that hovvers on the edges of your mind, then esme will lose her voice again and old mother shipton will never go back to her cave. the moral:- as barry manilow once opined - hang on to what you've got, don't let go, girl, you've got a lot. i don't know where this post is going. i don't know where it has been. my head was so full of things to say, but my other thoughts all got in the way. i wanted to tell you all a story, i wanted to sing you all a song, but these are only dreams, you see, and my voice is quite out of key, it chants a chord of somebody, a person who might just be me but somehow doesn't seem to be and sounds so very wrong. the last time i met you all was in january. you were saying lovely things, you told me about the boy you knew at school, about the woman you loved, about the smile within the emptiness, and you blew me kisses, even though you didn't know me. i would have liked to reply to you, but my fingers failed me. and, now, i would talk about the dreams you had then, but who wants to talk of old dreams? they die, as they should, and numerous nebulous numinous nonsenses fill their place. do i love you....do i? doesn't one and one make two? no, not always. if you take a lump of plasticine and add it to another lump of plasticine all you have is one big lump of plasticine. numbers are a human construct and bear no relation to reality. therefore, any theory constructed from the use of numbers must be infinitely approximate. this is not the same as being approximately infinite. but i don't think cole porter thought of that when he wrote the song.. sometimes i think you want me to touch you. i reach out to the screen and imagine you're there, on the other side of it. but all that greets my fingers is the hardness of a screen. if i could live in your head, for just one day, would i see the world your way? and would i like it any better? there was an old woman who lived in a shoe. she would have preferred a house, but times were hard. at night, the rain fell in through the lace-eyelets. she would lie, looking up at the sky, wishing she hadn't beaten her children so soundly and made them run away. cloud mounts on cloud, until it seems there is another world, only twenty miles above, and she wonders if life would be any different there, or if it would be just the same existence, but colder, and greyer. when the downpour comes, the water falls in a steady stream onto her forehead, and it runs down her nose and mingles with the tears on her cheeks. ever felt like giving up? i've felt like giving up. i watched a programme about seal pups. from the first time they climb in the water there are sharks lurking underneath, watching them and thinking about their next meal. sometimes i think if i was a seal pup, i'd just sit on a rock, and feel the sunshine on my fur. but then i'd never know how it felt to dive through a wave. last night my friend got hit by an iron bar by four men who were shouting about the taliban. he'll be okay. physically. i'm sure there's a metaphor in the above somewhere. when i was little, i wanted to be an astronaut. my mum told me that you couldn't be an astronaut if you were british, that you had to be american or russian. sometimes i wish she hadn't told me. i still dream of the moon, but i know i'll never get there. i'm going to make myself go blind tonight, i'm going to make myself go blind tonight...i'm going to build a shrine for the wasted days. i didn't build the shrine from lego. i learnt from my mistakes. i found a record that didn't want to be played any more, and i melted it. i curved the sides up into an arch, and i threw a few remnants of used tissue across the floor. i built a wall of televisions, all set to switch channels every five minutes - a picture of a refugee camp in the congo is replaced by an advert for toothpaste. inside the shrine sits a man. he is the keeper of the shrine for the wasted days. his name is brendan. brendan watches the wall of images, but his mind is not on the pictures. he is too busy wondering if refugees clean their teeth. sundays are dark days. the long, dark teatime of the soul allows no refuge. i should go. i love you, yes you. and i promise i'll write soon. ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: Want to go to ATP?
by William Dell Wisner 17 Feb '02

17 Feb '02

I've got a 4-berth chalet for the first weekend at Camber Sands (April 19-21, I believe) and only three people to fill it. I'm looking for a taker for that fourth at face value (£105). If interested contact me, thanks... +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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