March 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Re: Sinister: austin texas usa
by lily courtney 07 Mar '02

07 Mar '02

dear friends, thank you for the response. how nice to know of all the other nice texas people. not that i would be so bold as to call myself a nice texas person....but i am in texas and i guess i am sort of nice. i mean my hair isnt curly but i enjoy picnics and bicycle rides. i look forward to meeting you. much warm affection, lily ------------------------------------------------------------ Want your very own free BikeToMars e-mail address? Get it at www.biketomars.com. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Express yourself with a super cool email address from BigMailBox.com. Hundreds of choices. It's free! http://www.bigmailbox.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: It's so lovely and summery today.
by snowy . 07 Mar '02

07 Mar '02

Hello all. I actually really prefer the autumn and winter. But I'm happy to live in a country where we get a variety of weathers. By the time it gets to march/april I'm usually ready for some sunshine. So, I'm having one of those days where I just sit here reflecting. And here's a list of things I love about summer: Picnics, Going for drinks after work and sitting in a beer garden, Being able to go out in my garden a lot, Going to Devon and spending time by the sea, Kite flying, More picnics, Lazy days on Hampstead Heath, Being able to wear nicer clothes, More picnics. Having said that, by the middle of August I'll be crying out for cloud, rain and wind. I can't really handle the sun, I'm a pasty faced wuss, Take care all. snowy xxx _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: new club in london
by Katrina House 07 Mar '02

07 Mar '02

I know this is a little way off, but ther is a new club starting in London, running every two months and is called How Does It Feel To Be Loved? The playlist is The Smiths meets The Supremes. There's a website at http://www.howdoesitfeel.co.uk - and the first night is April 25th. If you're in town try to make it down :) cheers, katrina. banchory press - management - merchandising po box 25074 glasgow g2 6ld scotland email: shop(a)banchory.net http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Storytelling
by Oscar Vivanco 07 Mar '02

07 Mar '02

the movie and not the time. So I went to the movie and sat alone and for some reason or another there were all these cute "indie" rock girls and I was wondering if they were here for the B@S soundtrack or for the Solondz-satirical-sickness. Four girls, all sitting apart but all within two rows of me and each other. We all checked out each other. I wonder what they thought of me and the other girls. One girl sat RIGHT in front of me and luckily she wasn't very tall and I didn't have to move. So I'm scooping the beautiful girls and I get the urge to pee, having just drunk a mocha, and washed it down with a bottle of water. So I go. And come back and then I start thinking, did I go all I had to go? I mean do I have a little pee left, because I can guarantee that I will have to go during the movie. So I get up again as the trailers are starting and go again. This time I catch weird looks from the two in front of me and one just to the side. The movie was silly. I don't know what I thought of it just yet. I have to process. There are four new songs I think.... I'm not sure. They also played The State That I Am In. That's my story. about the movie. But then I went to a bookstore called, and I'm not making this up, A CLEAN, WELL-LIT PLACE TO BUY BOOKS, ok maybe I'm making up the last part, but its got this ridiculous name, but lo and behold there are the indie girls from the movie. I think of asking one of them about the movie as she makes eye contact several times. I don't. Instead I look at the blank books and I thumb through the new bizarre and buy a new pen and leave without talking to the cute girls who are still there being cute. That's my story. about the indie rock girls at the bookstore. But when I went to buy the blank book, my Hopper sticker book for one dollar, and my two dollar pen, I forget that I haven't spoken in probably three or four hours to anyone at all and my voice comes out like a thin, sqeaky pencil and the girl behind the counter looks at me like I'm retarded. I clear my throat, but it doesn't help, I realize I sound like Michael Jackson. That's my story. about the bookstore girl who probably laughed at me and told her coworkers about me and Mike Jackson. I have one question. Who is Mike LOVE? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: smelling the coffee
by ian 06 Mar '02

06 Mar '02

(before i get started, a couple of things - would anybody be interested in a west midlands meet-up? so far, i can count three of us that are. this would be a nice beginning - especially if the friends in my head accompanied us, that would make 17 people - but i'm sure we can do better than that. birmingham is a beautifulplace. you all should visit. err...what was the other thing? i can't remember.) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- city boys don't understand darkness. i learned this the first time i found myself wandering around the lanes of a small welsh coastal town, trying to find somewhere warm that didn't have strange noises coming from it, and wishing the moon would throw me a few of its dangerously enticing beams. we think we know what its like to walk home in the dark. we look up at the endless, limitless sky and we squint upwards, hoping to see the stars over the orange fluorescence that surrounds us. the cars sweep past - the world of another person, contained within, brushes ours for a minute, then moves on, relishing its own warmth and seclusion. tyres splash sprays of foul-smelling water in the direction of the unwary. somewhere, an unknown person shouts unintelligible thoughts. yes, there is a darkness in all of this, but it is the darkness of a self-created fear - the fear of ourselves projected out towards others. real darkness, utter darkness, holds something completely different. something eternal, and unknown. something more beautiful than death and more frightening than life, and something completely, unavoidably, seductive. have you ever felt like you could wrap the darkness around you? fall into its folds and become merely another grain in its fabric. another non-sound in the thickness of silence, another rustle in the bushes, another pixel of an imagination projected out into an infinitely absorbent surrounding? being part of the darkness would be marvellous. to become one with that unknown, to become part of something inexplicably sinister (yes, yes, i know) and yet, in that same renunciation, to become completely safe, to have nothing more to lose. never, really, to have had anything to begin with. becoming velvet, for a moment. and then being destroyed, slowly, as the first rays of dawn obliterated your very existence. to die once a day, and never to see the sunshine. is that heaven? or would you spend your new existence with a vague recollection that the daylight would be beautiful? city boys don't understand utter darkness. less and less of us do. our minds are too busy, trying to catch each second of life as it flies by. we're terrified of anything Absolute. i'm sitting on the edge of a forest. the roadside cafeteria throws yellow and orange into the darkness, only to have it thrown back by the snow outside. i'm staring at a beetle crawling along the ledge, and trying to become one with the moment. i'm waiting for my date. i'm supposed to be meeting an old friend. become lost in surroundings. feel no fear of the muttering man staring at you from the food-counter. think of nothing. 'sometimes i think i have enough free-floating anxiety to power a small country'. i heard a girl say that to me once. and then she asked if it was possible to STOP thinking. i wanted to tell her that it might be, but i was too busy trying to clear my mind. think of nothing. i try to do it, but i realise i am thinking about thinking of nothing. and then i realise i am thinking about thinking about thinking of nothing. a woman shuffles over to sit opposite me. she pulls an electric pink lipstick from a battered brown bag and begins to colour in her teeth. i would ask her why she is doing this, but i'm too afraid the answer will make sense. is it possible to stop thinking? the beetle regards me for a second, meeting my gaze with a rub of its forelegs. ' i pity you' it says no, it can't have done...its a beetle. the last time a beetle spoke to me was shortly before my tori amos poster started to disco-dance. 'i pity you. trapped in your maze of the mind, unable to find an exit from the world you're in, desperately struggling to work out where you are, as if this will help, when all it will do is remind you of the hopelessness of your plight' no, it is definitely the beetle. an intelligent response is called for: 'fuck off'. the woman looks at me quizzically - 'i beg your pardon?' 'no, i wasn't talking to you, i was talking to the beetle' this doesn't appear to reassure her - ' you were....talking to the beetle....' 'i'm not the one who is painting their teeth pink' she downs her coffee, blurts out something about hurting other people's feelings, and leaves without paying. the man behind the counter opens his mouth, and inhales, but appears to decide it isn't worth pursuing her. tail-lights shine a licence-plate, reflecting red and yellow smears on the misted windows, and her car is gone. i wonder what i said? a whirring behind me, and the jukebox comes to life. an old favourite of mine... the bit about 'watching bruce on the old generation game' always makes me smile. i lean back in my seat, staring at the darkness outside. the waiter brings me another cup of coffee. he has beautifully pert buttocks, and it seems wasteful not to imagine them against my crotch. i sip the bitter, black liquid and consider this for a while. 'you're in a bad way every day seems just the same just dial my number or call my name' the song seems to flow into me, through the coffee, reflected back from the window, pouring its energy into the warm space inside the diner. a couple of people smile. i think about things it would be ungentlemanly to share, and the beetle twitches its final death-throws whilst dangling from the mouth of a particularly large spider. outside, in the darkness, there are wolves. but the darkness isn't frightened of them. it thinks of nothing. the darkness takes each minute as it arrives, and allows it to depart as if never there. inside, in the flashing neon light, i see ugliness. i see violence. and a song catches my inner-being and whips it somewhere it seldom goes. and a long-lashed waiter smiles at me. and i'm lost in my maze of thought, still trying to find a way out, not realising that the way out can come when you're least expecting it. the spider opens its mouth in what i can only imagine is a burp. it scuttles away, thinking whatever spiders think. perhaps it is considering how sorry it feels for beetles, with their hedonistic, unaware natures. the sinister-list has stood me up. the snow flakes twirl in the fluorescent light for a moment, and then fall out of sight. occasionally, a neon light outside flashes on. when it switches off again, it only makes the darkness seem deeper than ever. the light is artificial, and lurid. and i think i love it. ian +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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's On The Box? Footballers Wive$ with Paula Wilcox
by David Moore 06 Mar '02

06 Mar '02

Hi All, I've been procrastinating over writing this for ages now, so apologies for the mess that it will undoubtedly be. I share the excitement of all those who have got tickets to see Belle And Sebastian on stage, especially if its the first time (at last!) for any long-term fans. If Stru-anne checks the archives before May 7th he/she'll be hiring a gang of bodyguards ;) And if Pookie gets to see Belle And Sebastian four times in one month she will undoubtedly explode! My Brixton tix arrived recently as well. What does it say about one if the numbers are 0001, 0002 & 0003? Stuart's ancient launderette piece has appeared on the website http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/writing.html Thanks to anyone involved in retrieving it & sticking it up (Mick?, Youn?) The fantastic Camera Obscura are playing another live Peel Acres session tomorrow (Thursday) evening, between 10 pm & midnight. Outside the UK you can listen here http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/ (click on Listen Live). If you should want more motivation to listen, then apparently the cutesome, toothsome Carey Lander of this parish is playing keyboards with them. Did you know that all of Peter Miller's comic novel Mucky Pups has been published on the web now? If you go here, http://www.badosa.com/bin/obra.pl?id=n121 you can read it online, print it, download it to MS Reader, do what you like with it. The climax of the last chapter gave me as big a belly laugh as the earlier instalments. Cracking stuff. According to http://www.antpop.com/news.htm the Ant album release date has been put back to April, so this month's recommendation goes to Mary Lorson's Tricks for Dawn, out on the 18th. See http://www.cookingvinyl.com/saintlow/index.htm or http://www.spinartrecords.com/bands_marylorson.html depending on which side of the Atlantic you're on. I was lucky enough to see both of Mary's London gigs last week & her music is beautiful. That'll do for now, I'm sure you don't want to hear about Sally, Cabbage & I hanging out with the guts from Placebo & The Wannadies. Love & advertising, David Moore Chelmsford, UK +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: I'm off to the war
by LilGrape25＠aol.com 06 Mar '02

06 Mar '02

I haven't posted in a while and I think I should. This sunday was my birthday! woohoo! I'm 16, and it really doesn't feel right. The number 15 fits me. divisible by 5 and 3, both friendly numbers. easy to multiply, kind of yellow and pink with a touch of blue. But in a good way, you know? Very gentle and quiet. But 16, SIXTEEN! is all black and blue and deep purple. It sulks. Its mature, its deep. It hangs out under the bridge with its friends 14, 19 and 38. I don't feel 16 a all. Anyway, my parents had a surprise party for me, which is was a load of fun. But the real celebration was when max and I went to see The Magnetic Feilds, which he already told y'all about so I won't dwell on for too long. After every concert I go to I spend a few days wondering why the event was so thrilling. Why was it so fantastic to hear 69 love songs, and why is it practically all that I listen to and sing to myself these days? The concert was very rust, olive, hunter green and ruby. I think that anything can be described by a series of colors. People, spaces, numbers. Most things need three or four colors, but its sometimes very difficult to pick the colors, and if you use any more than four or five the image gets kind of muddy. I always list the colors to myself in order of their importance, the most prominent one first and the last one or two things that there are just touches of. I'm yet to really have a grasp on what exactly these colors mean, or on what plain of my existence I see them, but they are clearly there. Does anyone else ever see things this way? The computer lab is yellow, red-brown, brown-green, tan, and its really starting to get on my nerves, so I'm going to go. Love, Rachel Grapenut oh! and welcome to Rachel Much Later! You can never have too many rachels! Do you have a favorite breakfast food? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: iceland rules the school! :)
by Guðmundur Jóhannsson 06 Mar '02

06 Mar '02

Allo! Allo! I am new, I am 21 years old and I live in Iceland. I am going to Denmark next week to see Belle & Sebastian for the first time in Copenhagen. I cant wait! I have nothing much to say but I wanted to introduce myself and let people know of my existence. My body cant hardly move because I am so excited to see my favorite band at last although a have to travel and pay a considirate amount of money! :) The Strokes are coming to Iceland on in April... I cant wait for that too. Just wanted so say hi! Hi GJ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: they paved paradise and put up a condominium
by rrrrobyn 06 Mar '02

06 Mar '02

sinister! i saw the moldy peaches last night! they were awesome! adam was wearing all girls' clothing - his jeans seemed to be string-bean-jean jeans they were so tight. they smiled quite a lot near the end, which was fun. daniel johnston opened for them, but i only saw the last 5 minutes of it because the show started at before 9 o'clock. what?! grr. so i was a bit bummed by that. but after the show i saw him outside being thoroughly confused when people were asking him to pose with them for photos. so he posed with them and then grabbed his two 2-litre bottles of mountain dew and took off. ha ha, i like how hannah called me robert fadden. a legit mistake, yes, but while i am on the rob/roberts/robi/yns mixtape challenge team, i am in fact a robyn and, gasp, a *girl*. i mean, a *woman*. sometimes us with the ambiguous names have to set it straight in the androgenous medium of email. (there are so many possible double-entendres in that sentence i don't even want to think about it, etc.) but i do like it when girls have boys names, so if you want, hey, call me robert. names are weird things. *anyway*, a club here in vancouver called the starfish room was bulldozed about a month ago to make way for a condo. this was sad because even though the club had really bad airbrushed murals on its walls, it was still the place of so many good shows. so i'm reading the weekly entertainment paper on saturday and being weirded out by all the condo ads (vancouver is condo crazy; it's gross) and i come across one particularly weird one with a big picture of people kissing and notice that it has the same address as the starfish room. it was sad. those bastards move quick. i also saw gorky's zygotic mynci on the weekend and that was great. they can make a nice big wall of noise that actually makes you quite happy. probably b/c it's followed by a melodic song, but still, fun. and i went to a cd release party for a local band called young and sexy, who are also great. they even have a song called 'the city you live in is ugly'. it's kind of a bittersweet song, i mean, vancouver is a beautiful city b/c of the mountains/ocean/greenery, but it does stupid things like put up a thousand ugly glass condos, etc. it's just really weird this place. maybe b/c i grew up here. but maybe all places are weird in different ways. oh, the insight. i should get back to work. robyn ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden(a)yahoo.com Vancouver, BC __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Try FREE Yahoo! Mail - the world's greatest free email! http://mail.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: Stifle your Zamfir and on your bike!
by sgazzetti 06 Mar '02

06 Mar '02

Today I must turn over my desk agenda to reflect the current date. On the page showing now is Get Deported, which event was originally inked in for last Tuesday, 26 February. Now a full week has passed with no deportation, and I have no point of FOCUS. If they are going to threaten to deport you, like, with an actual deadline, they should come and jackboot down your door on that date, or else politely notify you that they were only joking about the deportation crap. Ironically enough, pending resolution of this issue I am not supposed to leave the country, which means no weekend jaunts to anywhere more interesting or distant than Ljubljana. It sort of casts a shadow over Edinburgh, too, though you can bet your best haggis that I will be there one way or another. But this wondering waiting worrying is simply not right nor productive, and so neither am I. Today I am most effectively radiating the speak not to me vibe here at work, where I am being paid handsomely to bother you all with these complaints and listen to whatever Winamp brings me, at the moment Jonathan Richman. I have my office door shut, both to drown out the panpipe-version of 'Ode to Joy' that someone is inexplicably blaring down the corridor, and to make clear my lack of desire to answer inane questions about how to clear the paper feed of the copier. I also have nothing much I must accomplish this side of Thursday. In twenty minutes or so I must go and perform and mediate and instruct for ninety minutes, smiling my fakey smile, but after that the day is mine. My Slovene office mate is not even here today, although we get along very well and Id just as soon she were here, hiding in our office with me, playing Snake II obsessively on her mobile phone. Her high score is 756 on level 7 and she only got the thing a week ago! She obviously has a natural talent for not biting herself in the ass; for those of you unfamiliar with the vagaries of Snake II, that is the primary objective, not unlike life. It is trying rather fecklessly to be sunny today, which is well since we have had sixty solid days of grey damp weather. This is supposed to be the sunniest region in a country famous for being sunny, but since I arrived 65 days ago, I can count on one hand the number of days Ive seen the damn sun. If one more person tells me that Slovenija is called the sunny side of the alps I am going to kick them in the eye. Least Favorite Coworker jams photocopier and slithers away without fixing it. I know it was LFC because ten minutes and many curses later, I extract a final rumpled, accordion-shaped artifact: a page from the Book of Jonah. This is a man (LFC, not Jonah) whose only conversation-starting gambits are: 1) You know, many years ago (relates dullest fact ever known about horse liniment industry) 2) Interrupting: You know, similar thing happened to me (relates thing entirely dissimilar) 3) So, are you married? Do you have a boyfriend? The Book of Jonah, for crying out loud. Apparently Jonah ended up in that whale because he was unwilling to go to Nineveh and tell all the Ninevetians how evil they were and how wrong their life-style and gods of choice were. I so much prefer a good Just So Story to Bible tales. How the Rhinoceros Got His Skin beats the Book of Jonah like a damn gong. As you have probably guessed based upon the above numbered list, I am writing to you according to the U.S. Army manual of style, about the most oxymoronic idea if ever there was one. Here is what it states, in FM 101-5, Staff Organization and Procedures: Keep paragraphs short to avoid losing the readers attention. Limit them to four or five sentences at a maximum. It goes on to say, Kill, kill, kill. Gordons among you take note. Of the brevity bit, not the homicide. This is not to say that I did not entirely enjoy his account of rubbing elbows with cider barons. I just followed him to the duckpond and wondered where it was he was going to take us, and then, when we got there, I wondered where I was. Oh, right. Inside a cloud. How pleasant to be taken into a cloud with so little warning. Stacey will have already heard that I have won a bet with a female friend of mine, regarding a certain self-control issue, and that the prize is a bottle of vodka of the winners choosing. Since she cheated to begin with, the victory is either hollow or sweeter than ever, I cant tell which. And I am not sure that it doesnt enhance my negative mood to refuse to collect my hard-earned Finlandia. I am always one to seize the moral high ground. Plus, the less vodka around the house the better these days. The much-crowed-about potential date/deportation-preempting wedding failed to materialize. This is not so much a cause of my embittered state as an addendum to it. When Friday arrived and she hadnt phoned I decided to go to Ljubljana and drink all the Finlandia there, but Zoran took so long completing the installation of my car stereo that by the time I had music for the ride it was too late to take it. So instead I just sat brooding in my apartment and drank all the Finlandia there, and painted my mobile phone with model airplane enamel. It now looks like a barracuda, and rings about as often as one, too. Speaking of which, no one has responded to my requests about info/etc. surrounding the Edinburgh gig. I would really love to meet up with some people, and especially attend other music-oriented entertainment events. Drink myself legless if appropriate, etc. And time is getting pretty short now before Peri and I come up to London/Edinburgh/Glasgow. 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