July 2002 - Sinister - missprint.org

Sinister: t-shirt weather
by michelle 10 Jul '02

10 Jul '02

Hello sinister, I've been out of the nursery for over a month now and I've decided it's time to start writing, so I can feel like I really do belong!! I quite enjoy these posts taking up space in my in-box, each and every one of you transport me to your world, simply using words...I find that remarkable...I hope that I'll be able to contribute something new to your lives as well. On that note... I went out to a club called the Castle last night with a fellow Sinister list member, who has yet to post...after some beers, percocet, and Morrissey in the background we got into our usual B&S banter...it's half the time about the band and the other half about the idea of the band and the music, how it's able to bring so many different individuals together, on our way to the downstairs bar we spotted a girl with a STORYTELLING t-shirt on, Declan and I both looked at the girl then each other with a gleam of hope in our eyes...you see, to see someone here in Tampa wearing a B&S shirt is a breath of fresh air, some air that I wish more people here were breathing...ah well, she ended up being a really sweet girl who was as equally shocked that someone even noticed her t-shirt, we talked for a short time about the B&S show in Atlanta then exchanged email addresses, who knows, Tampa might be able to pull together a Sinister picnic of it's own one day...to which you'll all be cordially invited! I went out in hopes of possibly seeing Perry (Cure guitar player) Bamonte, though they are in festival season, he's been at the Castle a few times in the past couple of months...it's been so much fun to make eyes at him from across a crowded club, while the Cure are playing in the background...oh I'll save some of those stories for another post...but he wasn't there, maybe next time. I hope you'll all forgive me for my strange habit of the run on sentences, I only write like this in emails, promise! So, I suppose I've spoken. I will be able to sleep much better tonight! My life has been changing so much as of late, it will be nice to share it with all of you...I've started to truly appreciate the people that I have in my life and the things that they bring to it...I will have lots of stories of love, friendship, and of course the Cure to tell you all about...so thanks to Jasmin with the B&S shirt on last night, who inspired me to write, even if it was just about a shirt with a band name on it...that means so much more than just a shirt with a band name on it! Alot of people like Belle and Sebastian, then there are people like us who really get the joke, a friend of mine used that to describe "getting" what the Cure are all about, I think it works for B&S too...what was going to be a quick hello, turned into a little more...doesn't it always? hugs to you all, michelle E-Mail Service provided by EAS Enterprises World Class Web Hosting and Development www.easent.net +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: you should never be embarassed by your trouble with living...la la la la la la
by lindsey baker 10 Jul '02

10 Jul '02

hello sinister. i have blisters on my feet tonight and no one cared except joe. and i didn't know how i felt about that. walking around in the heat downtown again tonight attached at the hand to him, i started to feel sweaty and uncomfortable. and my feet started to remind me why the mary janes should only be for short distances, not "romantic" walks. joe said the sound of the little heels clicking on the pavement sounded important. and now, at the paper, i have undone the buckles and pulled out my heels, seeking relief from pain, among other things. and walking on the tiled part of the floor, the backs of my shoes loose and flopping, the scraping sounded like a little girl playing dress-up in her mum's shoes. importance was so quickly diluted to childishness, and here i am again wondering what the fuck i am doing. can i ever be happy again? i am tempted to ask "what's wrong with me?" but i know and i don't the answer to that. so leave it said unsaid and then go on to the next post in the inbox, business as usual and me with my whining and everlasting rubbing and swelling and bursting of skin. *** on the every day and every night cd there is a picture of some skeletons floating betwixt a few barren trees. and i suddenly realize this song is saying the words coming from the skeletons' mouths: 'why do you lay so low in the grass?' 'don't you want to be found?' maybe i should just stay inside somewhere, somewhere cold, with my music and a pen and a boy who loves me just enough to take me without wanting me. love, debra skyline xo ------------------ THE FOLLOWING IS AN ADVERT FOR EXCELLENCE: never learned how to ride a bike? merely flailed helplessy in a chlorine-laced pool when trying to learn to swim? come to Camp Kids Who Gave Up 2002, sponsored by lindsey baker, dave snyder and conor oberst to learn to ride and swim like nobody's business! while you're temporarily residing on our beautiful, secluded island paradise camp, enjoy lessons from friendly guest instructors such as mandee wright and listen to a different live band every night (we feature saddle creek gems and omaha rapists)! dating lindsey is also an available option, so long as conor is off-island. SIGN UP TODAY!!! _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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: light show
by andrew utter 10 Jul '02

10 Jul '02

I had my cherry popped this spring, attenting both the NYC picnic and the concert, and I am finally getting around to writing about it. It was a great time, but I have to say, I was very surprised by B&S's onstage persona. I guess because the songs have so much subtlety and are so expressive of the tentative and the ephemeral, I expected something that was a little more restrained, more singer-songwriterish, I guess. I expected Struan to be unglamourous and to wear an oversized T-shirt with some holes in it, to be a little shaggy, to sit on a stool and sing into a microphone and mostly look at the base of the microphone stand and his shoes and nothing else. I did NOT expect a fair-haired boy in a tight white T-shirt to be pumping out revved-up, shining-happy-people versions of their super-sensitive songs. And I did NOT expect a light show, diverting as it was. I thought the whole point of B&S was that they didn't buy into all of that. This all brings to mind a comment a friend of mine made about the secret ambitions of all "indy" film directors: in the end, they all just want to make Out of Africa. Why I didn't think that would apply to "indy" music I don't know. But I did have a great time. It was great fun to see everyone scramble around the stage and take up or shed instruments like so many pieces of vintage clothing at the Salvation Army while trying to keep up with the music. I am glad I got to see the infamous Isobel before her departure, although she seemed to have been mentally elsewhere already. And boy did she make sure you knew it. Interesting that she didn't appear to want to be there but made herself so conspicuous, with the red outfit and all. The band was great, my earlier comments notwithstanding. It was tremendous to hear the songs live. Anyway, it's good to be taking in the list again and to cast off the rags of the lurker and be heard!!!! Heart, Andrew ----------------------------------------------- "Nothing is so difficult as not deceiving one's self." --Ludwig Wittgenstein _________________________________________________________________ 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: I recommend Cherno Samba and Kim Kallstrom
by Dean Gillon 09 Jul '02

09 Jul '02

Arrrr me hearty old shipmates. Um, does Gordon scare anybody else or is it just me? I start my little post thus cos the navy's after me to be a reservist and I really don't want to. I was in the navy a few years ago (it was shit - don't even think about it) and they keep sending me letters. I've been trying to find out how long I'm liable for on the interweb thing but I'll be jiggered if I can find out. I really don't fancy being sent down to guard some poxy base in plymouth with a load of cretins who think the height of amusement is getting their knobs out. Oh well, I'll ring them tomorrow or something, or become a strict pacifist or anarchist or something. Anything really that means I can avoid that old shit again. And personally I don't think ANYONE can last a whole 30 seconds Mark, you little scamp. trying to impress the girls with your sexual prowess. I went surfing and rock-climbing last thursday and if you ever want to try something that looks really very easy but is actually nigh on impossible, I can heartily recommend both. We did get fish and chips and lots of beer afterwards and apparently I was a natural at that though. Thats all really, ooh I've got job interviews coming up so wish me luck. One in Newcastle next week and one in Leeds the week after. Yikes. Any sinisterians around those parts? I've got to prepare some very dull stuff to show them I know what I'm doing. double yikes. Hello to Molly whose "going to China" post pisses all over my "ate chips" post. I must try harder I must try harder I must try harder I must try harder I must try harder See you later, masterbators. Dean XX PS I'm a saddo champman type too. What? You mean getting Margate to win the UEFA cup doesn't impress women or interest other people? __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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: the library's the place to redeem ourselves
by Sarah Garrett Sonner 09 Jul '02

09 Jul '02

Stylish sinners all, I don't raise my hand too often in class, but the days they are shortening. I hope all listees are having a pleasant week...herewith my once-a-season stammer. TIME IS ON MY SIDE I've heard part of Storytelling, and so far everything has reminded me of something else, whether that be the theme song to "Taxi" (which itself makes me nostalgic for the 70's--a decade I can't remember--is that possible?) or the 60's Rolling Stones, though that's perhaps because I've been playing them too often. (B&S cover suggestion: Play With Fire, or maybe Congratulations?) I think soundtracks are supposed to make you nostalgic though--for the movie itself or for how the movie made you feel, what it reminded you of, etc. Therein also lies the virtue of replaying old mix tapes. I refuse to see the film itself however--instead I'm going to see a movie about skater boys tomorrow, rowr etc. THE ONLY LIVING GIRL IN NEW CROSS Last weekend I attended an academic conference (professionalism--gasp!) for the first time ever. I actually managed to see Iain Sinclair speak, the man whose works I'm writing a dissertation about, and then lacked the guts to ask him a question. "uh, erm, what do you think about, uh, the function of decay, in the...urban?...environment?" would've been something like it, if only I'd been even that articulate at the time. Then afterwards a girl in a long polka-dot dress managed to approach him and start talking about her work, which I should've done had I the self-promotion instincts that every other human seems to have. Instead I ducked out of all social situations and jumped over the puddles that had meanwhile flooded Goldsmith's black and white floor tiles, then headed out and down to the tube stop amid blooming buddleia. Networking, feh. I ONLY BUY A BOOK FOR HOW HEAVY IT LOOKS It's (more or less) summer, which means I dust off my clogs once again. And they are very dusty, since I can't wear them as much in London (land of much more walking) as I did last year in Chicago (land where El stop and destinations were close enough to excuse the wearing of potentially awkward shoes). In her penultimate (sorry, I'm slow--but hey: I think technically, final punctuation should go inside parenthesis if parenthetical content is a stand-alone sentence) Robyn, and somewhere behind a fashionably turned-up acid-washed collar, the Boy G I'm sure, mentioned David Foster Wallace. The man pretty much owns the postmodern footnote (he got there before Dave Eggers after all), as well as the words "rictus" and "micturate." I sat at home last Bloomsday reading Infinite Jest and surviving only on cans of Dr Pepper--it was that good that I didn't need food. Infinite Jest (erm, not Expectations) inspired me to wear clogs in the first place, and if choice of footwear based solely upon a literary character isn't a high compliment I sure as fuck don't know what is. As for other attempted emulations of the PGOAT (for those in the know) I don't go so far as to wear a veil or smoke crack out of a Big Red Soda Water bottle. But there's time yet. D EQUALS R TIMES T...IT'S EDUCATIONAL... Further to verbal matters, Robyn, and no doubt others, said "blog" too and I will concur that I think it sounds almost as bad as "signage," perpetual bane of the chain bookstore merch employee, a role I once played. Blogging seems to be the new posting, which was the new lurking, which may have been the new having a life... I write this with full knowledge that I too am potentially locked into this evolution. Gack. I confess I had a zine in high school, back in the pre-internet days (double gasp!) so perhaps that's the cro-magnon ancestor of a weblog. "Blog" itself however connotes indigestion to me...I think it should count among Rachel Fruitloop's mantra of "crap hell doody boob on a shingle." And with that filth I end my intellectual niceties, rah! YOU THINK I'M DEAD, BUT I'VE SAILED AWAY... I gotta say my time in London has been made much brighter and more lovely due to the kind people from this list I've met/been shy around/bowled with/gotten tipsy with over the past 10 months. Mad props, y'all. I'm due to imitate Breams and Bappsy and head to another hemisphere before long. Before I could even suggest it, Ken's beaten me to the punch with a rallying call to the London Sinister Bowling League this weekend--can we get a t-shirt please? I'll also spread some homemade oatmeal raisin cookies around when I see some of you at the July 13th gathering...pretty soon Miss Mandee May in the environs of Denver will be the only fellow sinisterian upon whom I'll get to foist my baked goods...mayhap a Denver Massive is in my future, should a Massive be possible with 2. Certainly our 2 Simi Valley residents, and also I am sure those singular souls in more isolated locales, prove that they fucking represent. love and clogs, xox SGS PS: I still can't tell the story of how I found one of the obscure treasure hunt clues and how damn special it made me feel since the fucking answers will never be revealed for the goddamn peace of mind of my ENzyme crew that did search for them so ardently... Son of PS: Marianna gives good Reporting Back. When it's 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin' she also makes it hott! hott! Bride of PS: my dearest JennPB when will you again grace our digests with your sparkly charm? PS, the Next Generation: Mad props and xxx's most of all to lovely listmums Honey and Linda! _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: the high altitude porno waikiki beach alien midgets
by Gordon 09 Jul '02

09 Jul '02

It's a tiny little golden compact disc wrapped in a yellow and green photocopied sleeve in a see-through plastic wallet, made in northern England by those pesky Alien Porno Midgets. What is? My subject, my fellow sinister sitizens. This information a propos of nada; duck-egg; zilch; nuttin, by the way, except by the way of an introduction to another garbled no-harm-intended blitzkrieg of a post from yours truly. That, and I just love the magical vibes of saying, and repeating, *the high altitude porno waikiki beach alien midgets*. Go on, intone it too. It's better than saying *gouranga*. the high altitude porno waikiki beach alien midgets yes! Don't track them down and buy into their sound, though, unless you want to listen to that which is weirder than weird and then some, with electronically strangled pedal steel guitar on top. Now onto being driven the wrong way down a motorway. Yesterday. It's today's anecdote. So, without further ado but much convolution involved: I was returning from a lamentably idleberryless sojourn in the big smoke London town and, by the only account offered, someone got shot on the M6 in the middle of the night. This, the driver told us over the tannoy later. At the time, all that was apparent was a general lack of movement in the traffic. I mean, hours, or so it seemed, of no motion whatsoever, which does not a proper journey make. I'm all for journeys involving getting places, not being still, even if it's nice 'n' zen now and then [!? yeah, me too, and I wrote it. Sorry]. Anyway, the bus eventually started up again, but in reverse gear along the fast lane, cranked into a U-turn then proceeded towards what I expected would be fast approaching headlights. At 140mph. Rather alarming and apt to be inconvenient. However, no such result resulted, thanks to the ministrations of a nice police person in a big chunky car with blue flashing lights parked at the nearest junction controlling things. So off we tootled as part of an increasingly long single file of juggernauts and suchlike down the deserted backstreets of somewhere like Wigan at 4am. We were late home. The end. My life is not like the movies. Of course, a fellow passenger announced she had a bomb and Elvis was seen driving a small apple green Fiesta GL down the hard shoulder singing 'I left my heart in Brondesbury' just after we re-joined the motorway but before the flying saucer landed at Charnock Services (Northbound), but I'm a bad liar. Can you imagine someone prattling on like this is capable of holding down a proper job? Well, I've not proved it. Actually, it's quite good fun not doing any work for a living, even if it does seem to be raining all the time. This morning, however, over a leisurely breakfast of sausages, eggs, fried potatoes and tomatoes with fresh basil, rhubarb from the garden with cornflakes, an aero mousse (fourpack for 99p, buy one get one free) and a pot of Earl Grey and, oh, just *lounging* around with a magazine, it was so sunny and warm it seemed in order to activate the patio fountain. I even had time to rummage around in the garage for the plastic attachment that converts the bluggubblegluggubble water non-jet into a priapic sixteen inch multiple spray! Hah! take that you labouring types in offices with carpet tiles that build up static and max-pax coffee from a silly machine in the corridor that also spews horrible soup! Take it from me, and my bike! Ok. Please ms/r. job-giving person (yes, you, the dynamic facilitator in the suit), I take it all back. Make me a productive member of society. I desire your sponduliks. And on our merry way, non sequitur stylee... People like getting name-checked in posts, Idleberry. They do indeed Caitlin. But what of the people who inevitably get left out Ken? Not chu, I'll wager, and not Mr. Cochrane Mr. Cochrane Mr. Cochrane. I'll make it simple. Name checks cost 5p each from now on, payable in Euros. That'll be 0.164 Euros Sgazetti, should you decide to take me up on this offer twice. Three name-checks, suitably couched in relevant prose, will set you back nearly a quarter Euro [are there sub-denominations, a la pfennings, pennies? ] Hannah Brown, but you'd be better off saving them and making a trip to the next scotchpicnic in Edinburgh (date to be announced, but pencil Saturday 27th July into those furry covered little notebooks, people, and we'll see what happens). See! That was a picnic rumour slipped in there! Meanwhile, if I say deputy dubs b squared baker miss baker miss lindsey lou baker you won't get much change out of a dollar. [Come to think of it, maybe a Euro divided into a hundred bits is called 100 cents, assuming one were to divide one equally and figuratively rather than in any other way, especially literally.] It seems the latest Glasgow shindig went swimmingly without me, despite predictions to the contrary, which I'm sure were all just falsely modest negative hype on the part of it's organiser. She (I've named you twice already so I'm trying to save you some Euros here) didn't know where it was! Somehow *I* just knew that, with BGM Casarotto involved, so would a football match and hence West 13 must've been a field somewhere. As it turned out, a field next to a tap from which people were drinking and in which they were snogging, which sounds intriguing, as in WHO WAS SNOGGING? Did the tap drip seductively? I confess, I've been there before and am all too aware that this tap is in fact a public house and not some Claes Oldenburg effort [If you're not into modern art, Claes makes massive shuttlecocks and binoculars and possibly taps big enough to snog in, on, under, whatever, but don't ask me why. Check out his 'Study for Giant Chocolate', Laura]. Still. Erm, I seem to have forgotten what I was supposed to be saying. Ah yes. I remember now. THE HIGH ALTITUDE PORNO WAIKIKI BEACH ALIEN MIDGETS You know you want to hula koo maki saki, baby. Gordon +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: it's absolutely out, i know it's hippie shit
by rrrrobyn 09 Jul '02

09 Jul '02

sinister.,.,. though the medium of email does not convey it, i thought all these things at the *same time*: zzt zzt zzt: this is some kind of synth-noise i heard on a cd. it's good to say aloud while a friend goes 'untza untza untza' in the back of his or her throat ('the beat'). this kind of thought makes me want to mention: Steven Kado. and i will, if only because he is rad and from what i cannot help but believe has taken to riding around berlin on a folding bicycle, blasting beat happening on his boombox. to the sinister archives for kado-ness! far too much information about tea: i found some malaysian tea in the cupboard at work and on the label it says 'a masterpiece from the cameron highlands'. so true - the tea leaves are so small yet so full of caffeine, surely a master is at work here. there was a time when i didn't use the caffeine. then a couple months ago i went back on the stuff, but only in tea form. then the world cup hit and i started drinking espresso. aaagh. i'm back to tea now though and feeling much less 'on edge' as they say. anyway, since i'm the only one in the office who owns a teaball in which to put the loose tea, all the gold blend masterpiece tea is for me! and i am drinking it right now! but here's another thing: i've been microwaving my hot water b/c there is a microwave in my new office location and *no kettle*. at first i thought it just wasn't right, but now i'm all about the 4-minute mug of boiled water (it is a small microwave. but maybe i am over-cooking the water? is that possible?). but still, i wouldn't be doing this if i had a choice. stereo total: i have been listening to stereo total's musique automatique on headphones and therefore giving it a 'proper listen'. and loving it, of course. yeah! awesome. get some today! (and the subject heading of this email will be revealed in all its glory!) not actually a thought, but more of an addition i don't have the will to leave out of this email: haha, again, i bought new music on the weekend! the shock of it all. i bought camera obscura 'biggest bluest hi-fi' - a spanish import though for some weird reason! es beuno. i almost passed on it b/c i was having a moment where i wanted 'pop with guts', whatever *that* is. but then i knew that i really wanted fey scottish pop with strings and hurrah for that. and, in a sentimental moment, i broke down and bought the langley schools music project (hey, langley is only 30 minutes from here. and orff instruments were a big part of my childhood.) damn, this album is good. so good you want to scream! waah! if only for the whoo hoo hoo's on 'i'm into something good'. but really for so much more. it makes you love life, honestly. (thank you carsmile steve and the dirty vicar for writing to the list about it and reminding me to buy it :) ) robin stout: is rad. and not just because his 'hectic tourist schedule' involved 'atlanta's most notorious stripper'. but geez, wow. grammatical quandry: here's my little quandry of the day. when i edit papers and such (which i do all the fuckin' time), i put the punctuation inside the quotation marks, yet when i write email i always put it outside. it feels wrong, but i do it b/c it looks better. or does it? is it a medium thing? or am i just subconsciously rebelling against traditional editing style?! you can see how exciting it is to be me, really. even the editors need editors, robyn p.s. i've decided that though weblogs are the 'dark side', i do not have the 'force' to resist. right now i'm just treating it as my brain's recyling bin: full of garbage that might one day be reconstituted into a shiny new pop can! p.p.s. welcome to molly who seems very sinister indeed with her purported shyness and penchant for perscription drugs and vibrating beds. a-hrm. 'teaching english in china', my ass. :) ===== 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!? Sign up for SBC Yahoo! Dial - First Month Free http://sbc.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: coming, coming, come
by Mark Casarotto 09 Jul '02

09 Jul '02

Hi Sinister. I wouldn't recommend using any masturbatory technique to time eggs, unless you are Tom and like them extremely hard boiled. This whole one-minute thing was the result of a bet I rashly made once upon a time that I could, um, achieve from a standing start in 30 seconds. I was wrong by a factor of two. It's not that I didn't fancy you, etc. etc. Apologies to Sweetie for hurting her ear at the Glasgow picnic (don't ask) and losing her pills (ditto). Thanks to Sweetie for providing much of the day's entertainment, though :) It was a smashing picnic, so mad props to Idleberry for organising it and Lucy for filling in the gaps... I am ageing, and muh eyebrows are sprouting bonkers hairs. Sigh. Mark xxx __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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: magic fingers
by molly due 09 Jul '02

09 Jul '02

hi, i'm a little shy so be nice. i guess you could say i'm a lurker. i've been so good at lurking that i was off the list for awhile. i originally joined sinister in Oct. '98. i only wrote to the list once and it was uneventful and anticlimatic. you see i find all you to be hopelessly cool and fabulous and i am quite intimidated. anyway i dropped off the list due to increasing school demands. then after i went to see b&s in detroit the flames of love for b&s and sinister grew again. so now i'm back and i didn't even have to go to the nursery again, i feel so special. i decided to crawl out of this nice hole of mine and say hello because i almost feel like i have something to say that might be of some interest to a few of you. i have graduated from college and in Aug i'm going to china to teach english for a year. anybody living in China? well i'm full of nervous excitement. i have read that some of you are also changing countries and changing your life. good luck to you. i got an e-mail from someone you will also be teaching at the same school. she mentioned that she's 64 and has spent the last few years teaching and conducting bridge games on luxury cruises. she sounds like fun and hopefully i will meet more exciting and interesting people. if you like i can let you know about the people and events of interest that occur while i make my journey to the other side of the world. i suppose i should talk a little about b&s for good measure. i was first introduced to b&s in the summer of '98 when a friend of mine from out of town played if you're feeling sinister. he was sure i'd like them and he was right, i immediately fell head over heels. well you can imagine the rest of the story, i went and got all the b&s i could get my hands on. well that's that. i should be going now because i'm at work. first though i'll tell you a little more about myself. my hobbies are in no particular order: drinking, watching simpsons, reality tv and baseball, prescription drugs, reading, and sleeping. other bands i like alot are figurine, field mice, david bowie, de la soul, unrest the list is endless. another thing i think you should all know is that i have an old 60's magic fingers vibrating mechanism (from an old motel) attached to my bed. it still works, you have to put a quarter in to start it. there's a series of round robin wrestling matches going on between my friends to see who gets to borrow it while i am in China for a year. thanks for reading my post and maybe you'll hear from me again. -molly due __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Sign up for SBC Yahoo! Dial - First Month Free http://sbc.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: sexual athletes
by R.Playforth＠sussex.ac.uk 09 Jul '02

09 Jul '02

feeling splendidly grubby and depressed this morning after finally seeing storytelling. i must say though that i strongly disapprove of the whole fiction/non-fiction split. i didn't think that fiction was remotely strong enough as an idea to be a section in its own right - it felt like maybe a scene from another film altogether, yet to be made. and the juxtaposition didn't really have any underlying significance that wasn't imposed by the title/sub-titles. this is just LAZINESS on solondz's part, surely? he had two ideas, neither of which were quite feature-length, and instead of being patient and waiting for two mighty oaks to grow from tiny intellectual acorns, he made one mostly average, disjointed film. grr. however, i did do a crazy dance to 'scooby driver', so it wasn't an entirely wasted evening. i am looking forward to receiving my inexpensive prize for successfully being a sad geek (and hoping that terry underwear is a millionaire to whom a gamecube is an inexpensive prize...) good to hear that another sinister picnic maintained high levels of smut. of course, we southern picnickers are actually hardcore sports mentalists, rather than sex-crazed slackers. football, bowling, AND i might be bringing *shuttlecocks* to the next exciting adventure on saturday, with who knows what HILARIOUS CONSEQUENCES. so, i will see some of you then. high noon: you, me, racquets at 10 paces. your red bull won't save you now chu... and now i must go and recover from that Robin Stout Gets Fat! shockah. luv archel xxx ps. anyone who is not up to the high standards of athleticism demanded by a london picnic, or lives towards the north end of the british isles, should go to the winchester club on saturday instead. i hear it's not half bad, if you can't have huge quantities of bouze on top of a hill that is. ****************** http://archel.blogspot.com Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords(a)bigfoot.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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