Hello Sinister.
Long time subscriber and lurker just came back from the dead (literally).
Anyways, reading the archives the last week or so and there seems to be
nothing going on for the San Francisco / Bay Area Sinister members other
than Ben Apps' attempt to have a gathering set up. I apologize if this is
repetitive, but has there been any resolution to that? Picnic? Meet-up?
Football wth B&S at Golden Gate Park (oh please invite me!)?
Any info would be greatly appreciated! Thanks!
Cheers,
Ian
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FYI: Belle and Sebastian are scheduled to appear on the radio program
"Morning Becomes Eclectic" on KCRW in Santa Monica, California on Tuesday,
August 26 at 11:15am Pacific Time. KCRW will be streaming the broadcast live
in audio and video on their website. Visit the following URL for more
information and to listen or watch the broadcast live:
http://www.kcrw.org/show/mb/
For those of you who might not be able to tune in at that time, KCRW
archives all of their shows on their website. So, you should be able to
listen to or watch it later that week.
- Sanders
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Wotcha list.
'Dear Catastrophe Waitress' sounds like a stupid anagram, and I love stupid
anagrams. So I am NEARLY excited. Although my CD budget has been whittled
away to nothing by the evils of DEBT. So, kids, if you want to be enjoying
Belle & Sebastian in your old age (much like Carsmile and David Moore for
example hoho), don't take out loans. Just work really hard and try to live
somewhere with low rent, like a cardboard box.
Summer is a very busy time here in the language school. I am unable to do
all the appropriate things such as ease my feet in the sea, have picnics,
go on holiday and get pissed on Cosmopolitans. Also I have improving books
about libraries to read. So I probably haven't posted to Sinister for a
good long while.
Here I am, though. I am drinking Ribena as we speak. And I found time to
add Ken's latest effort to
http://www.angelfire.com/indie/pastiches
which Ian and other interested parties may like to revisit for their
pastiche fix. Plug over. (Not smut.)
Hm, what else is there to say? I am moving house again, to be the proud
owner of a Patio (which offers all kinds of possibilities for seaside
Sinister gatherings, of course.)
I was thinking the other day about the 'gang' I had at university, a group
of friends and acquaintances more or less on tap, who could always be
relied on to congregate in one bar, or one person's house, or whatever.
Nowadays there are things called jobs which seem to interfere in a most
unattractive way, meaning that the simplest social arrangement between even
TWo people, let alone 20, takes weeks of planning. Whose door can I knock
on at 1am now, eh? This made me sad. But then I realised that there IS
still a gang I belong to, one whose members DO always know where to find
each other. The names and faces change, but whatever time zone or mood
you're in, someone's out there.
Thanks Sinister,
love Archel
*******
Rachel Playforth
Resources Assistant
Sussex Language Institute
University of Sussex
Falmer, Brighton BN1 9QN
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hello sinister
i have just arrived at home.
the first thing i did when i came in was to take off my shoes (which are new so it is really hard to not say anything about them. but i will resist) check the mail i had brought from the mail box, nothing even remotely interesting, and then eat (old bread. yum!)
when i had eaten i went up here, up the stairs to this room where the computer is located, then i started typing.
SNIPP SNAPP SNUTE, SÃ… VAR EVENTYRET UTE
these words mean exactly the same as the swedish words that look quite much the same, "Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut!", and the meaning of these words was explained excellent by david moore, i just wanted to add a wee piece of information, which is that these words, at least the norwegian ones (yes! they're norwegian), are how to end a fairy tale.
if you're to write a fairy tale in norwegain there ar certain rules you'll have to know about. this is one of them. you must start with "det var en gang" which is just about "once upon a time", and then all the rules about three, seven and..., and you must always end by saying snipp snapp snute, så var eventyret ute.
i don't think english have anything like that.
and this is serious. if you have an exam, where your task is to write a fairy tale, you just might fail, no, but get lower grades, if you forget to, or choose not to, end your little story with those words.
i think this is nothing but a coincidence, but snute means snout and snipp and snapp are those two squirrels, sometimes alone in the forest with their own forest-friends, but sometimes also seen with donald duck, and then usually as his enemies, they might steel nuts from his price-winning tre which will be inspected later that day, or something else, and i think their english names are chip and dale. i think i know that because when i was a kid, which i to some probably still are, had a nintendo, and yes, i still have it in my room, i am very good at super mario 3, he he, but i won't boast, oh i might just do so, but first i will say that i used to have the chip and dale game "chip n dale: rescue mission" or something, i don't know where it is now, when i recollected the nintendo and unpacked it last autumn, after all these years, that paricular game, and other games were not located where i expected and wanted them to be. pity. it was an ecellent game. dog robots and you w!
ould pick up apples that were twice the size of yourself and them throw them at already mentioned robot-dogs, or some bees or.., anyways, i don't have that anymore. i only have super mario 3, super mario bros, tetris and nintendo world cup. all wonderful games. i especially like, in addition to sm3, world cup, you see there is no ref, and you can do anything, so if you have two players, one can try scoring and one can knock down the other team, that is how violent i am, that's the most violent thing i do, knock down nintendo kamerun players that will arise again if i push the restart button, and i do, just to check if they're ok, and they are. tetris is a classic.
my sister is on hell of a tetris player, my dad too.
so it's not that fun.
i loose.
but, i'm best at super mario 3, i'm even better than astrid i think. (det håper og tror jeg da i hvert fall, hvis ikke; la meg få leve med den illusjonen))
FOSS...
...is the name of my new school.
my first day is monday.
18.8.03
and i'm really nervous.
that was where i was today by the way, i said that i'd been out, no i didn't say that i had, but i said that i came in and when you come in you've normally been out, and i am quite normal. to get to my school i will have to take the bus which is a rather big change because the school i've been at for the last nine years (sigh!) is just two minutes away from here, i can see it if i go into my room and lean out of the window, but this school foss, is in the centre of oslo, not in the centre-centre, but quite close, grünerløkka, which might be oslo's soho, but..ermm, forget it, i'm not a london expert and it can hardly be compared anyways due to the fact that oslo has about half a million inhabitants, and london has, erm, some millions, quite a few millions too i think.
so today i went down there with the bus, to test it. check if it all went well, know exactly at which bus stop to leave the bus, walk to the school, take the time of everything, walk around in the area and last but not least, feel the feeling of being a student at that school and not at haugen as i've been for nine years (sigh again!). it is a good feeling. i'm sick of haugen, it's better now, but when i left last june, oh, what a wonderful feeling, knowing that i'm not to return unless i want to. to say hello and steal some paper which was free there but i will have to buy now.
haugen was terrible, some nice guys, just a few and those who weren't nice was, well, "not my style".
i was with the few nice guys instead of the-hang-outside-the-local-shop-and-smoke-and-look-cool-in-our-brand-new-diesel-and-levis-and-psycho-clothes-and-don't-care-about-school-and-talk-of-nothing-but-the-imagined-fight-i-had-last-week-and-how-everyone's-after-me-and-sometimes-even-talk-about-eminem-and-50-cent-and-try-to-get-some-grown-up-to-buy-more-cigarettes-and-of-the-bmw-i-will-buy-when-i'm-18-though-i-know-i-will-hardly-be-able-to-buy-anything-when-i'm-in-jail-or-on-the-dole-or-working-in-this-very-shop-because-there-will-be-so-many-kids-like-me-there-that-steal-everything-they-see-to-give-to-their-imagined-girlfriends.
or something like that.
not very nice lads to unknown.
terribly nice lads to known.
(hmm? wonder why they were all so nice to be? but only me? not anyone else i was with? hmmm?)
i think it'll be better now. that's why i'm so excited, because foss is known as the music school of the city. and the red school (political) and the school for the freaks.
i know it's not supposed to be like that, but i am actually looking forward to school. the last week of the holiday is supposed to go so fast because of how you want it to last forever, but i feel rather that it's really long because i want to satrt at school so much. i'm sure i won't feel that happy about being at school in three weeks, but now, it seems like heaven. not school but, hopefully, the people there.
ah...
maybe i'll be really disappointed because i have rather huge expectations. well.
DEAR CATASTROPHE WAITRESS
is something i have even higher expectations to.
and why do i think this is such a great record? don't know. apart from it being a belle and sebastian record, i have not many reasons to believe so, well, there is lord anthony and sleep on a sunbeam and roy walker then. but mostly; it's just a feeling i have.
i must admit that this is the first time i've anticipated a record as much as i do now. i am so young, my musical taste is very young, born only a few years ago, and me being sixteen makes this the very first release i've been looking forward to for such a long time. i don't have much more to say about it.
just that i'm very excited.
ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
is a nice bloke. and harry potter and the order of the phoenix is a great book. it kept me up all night three days in a row i think. perfect! can't wait for the next. though after reading litterature you could buy in a seven eleven shop, it is good for the conscience to sit back with a dostojevskij. i'm not as sad as dostojevskij and i'm not as clever as mark twain.
so i might just do that now.
read a bit.
tonight i will have to go to football training (why do you choose the football training to be late friday night?)
so, now i'll read i think.
how long will it be to the next harry potter.
anyone in wherever joanne live fancy stealing the next book. it'd be highly appreciated...
anders
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+-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+
+-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+
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I am standing looking out over the performance studio and wishing myself
inside the bodies behind the microphones, trying to will myself into their
minds as they read down a stock list of questions for their homosexual
guests:
“Do you support gay marriage?”
“Do you support gay adoption?”
“Is it harder to be gay than to be straight?”
(Read in a complete monotone of course, but the hosts themselves are not
professionals but rather homeless teens weÂ’ve been training for weeks,
teaching radio as part of ‘community outreach’ and at each stutter I flinch
– while my co-worker stands next to me glowing pride)
I want to ask my own questions. I want to say, “Do you think sexuality
plays a bigger role in the personalities of homosexual people than in
straight people, or is that just a misconception based on the fact that what
is heterosexual is considered ‘normal’ and thus is less noticeable?” I want
to say, “Do you want the first thing people notice about you to be your
sexuality?” I would ask, “Is our culture too sex-obsessed?” Again I
attempt to will myself into the teen interviewer.
“So, is like, being gay, like, different?” she asks.
Kale is sitting out in the other studio talking to the director of the
program; Kale who has been bothering me ever so much since I finished
“Middlesex” (by the same Greek fellow who wrote the Virgin Suicides
actually) and then the same day was told heÂ’s actually female. I walk by
the studio under the pretense of getting water and look in. He still looks
male (though perhaps effeminate) and they nod at me as I go by.
*
The day before IÂ’d had to drive a radio teen home and in the car she told me
all about her childhood: her fatherÂ’s death, her motherÂ’s partying and
sequential pregnancies with her brother-in-law, this girl staying up until
3am, to take care of her siblings, and I cringed and said sympathetic
thoughts and tried to silently convince her to say “I said” instead of “I
says.” (She apparently is unreceptive to my telepathy)
Before we left sheÂ’d wanted to see my house, so I gave her a short tour.
“It’s so big,” she said, caressing the walls.
“It’s not that big. It’s dirty. You know.”
*
IÂ’ve been constantly tired lately. ItÂ’s the weather (the pope says to pray
for cooler times, folks), and getting up at 6am, and working two jobs. My
mom thinks I have mono and suggests acupuncture. I make some joke about
feng shui that she doesnÂ’t find funny. When your house is built on an
underground spring, itÂ’s all a bit depressing.
*
I stand above the controls on the engineering board and lightly touch dials
that donÂ’t need to be adjusted. I watch their levels and wish I were
wearing a cowboy hat and a button-down shirt. I decline an offer of a
chair, preferring to stand, looming over the switches and feeling so
wonderfully and totally in control. Except thereÂ’s this slight ticking
noise coming from somewhereÂ…
*
The show the day before had been better. There were four teen hosts, one of
whom was a girl from Somalia who didnÂ’t speak English very well. I had her
start off the show so sheÂ’d end up speaking and she did amazingly well and I
smiled and clapped for her. She had a beautiful, rhythmic accent that
floated deeply on the air, and the most incredible skin color IÂ’d ever seen.
I didnÂ’t tell her that.
They were all country kids, these four, and possessed the characteristic
nativity. It had been refreshing – they’d read their work without first
issuing a disclaimer of its poor quality. I wonder for a moment where I was
taught to do that; who told me to fear arrogance so?
*
My roommate assignment comes in the mail and I try to discern personality
flaws from a name and ten-digit phone number. Eventually I make a list of
questions and lie on the floor next to the phone slowly dialing the number.
As my finger hits the last one, I decide the list is boring and ridiculous
and I throw it away. The first ring of the phone catches in my throat. It
proceeds to ring ten more times and then I hang up.
My hands get clammy. What sort of a Neanderthal wouldnÂ’t have an answering
machine??
*
The ticking has increased. One of the guests, a seventeen year-old boy,
refers to himself as “she.” I pause. That’s the second one. Shouldn’t I
be able to tell? ShouldnÂ’t I know? I want to get boots and paint my
fingernails a dark purple and pull the cowboy hat over my eyes and glower (I
won't). I grin encouragingly at the young hosts. Tick.
*
After the show another girl in my “mentor” position drives me home. She
wants me to come with her because she feels like bitching and (somewhat
worryingly) everyone knows IÂ’m always into that. Soon however, we start
talking about other things too: music, books, African accents. She parks
the car in front of my house and we laugh at each other for awhile. I feel
in control and donÂ’t once glance at the shift, out the window, toward the
wheel. It seems I could stay in the car talking to her forever.
“So, I’ve got to go,” she says. “Dinner is soon.”
*
The DJ who does the following show has entered the engineering room and I
point out the ticking to him. “Hmm,” he says in his best southern accent.
“Let’s see here.” He presses a button and sends the signal to a remote
location, knocking the station off the air. The ticking continues.
Everyone immediately panics. I run to get the director and send her in, and
I stand outside talking with Kale. I donÂ’t say anything because thereÂ’s
never an opportunity to slip in, “So when did you decide to become male?” I
run around pretending to be stressed so as to further assert my control, but
eventually get bored and pick up the “G” World Book Encyclopedia from 1972.
It opens to a map of Greece, over which they have imprinted a giant outline
of the United States, presumably so ignorant Americans can better understand
its relative size. While skimming Greek facts, I tap my fingers lightly
against my thigh and a girl tells me I should try chain smoking as a cure
for my constant and irritating fidgeting.
*
I have one more day of work this summer, two weeks before college, two days
before Canada, and IÂ’m tired and the infernal ticking continues. I think of
the Tell-Tale Heart. I want to tell someone something but I donÂ’t know
what. The humidity sticks my door shut and even my crazy neighbor is out of
town. I imagine the whole city empty except me, and my cowboy hat, and this
ticking, and sticky car-rides home full of complaints. At work my
coke-addict co-worker gives me her e-mail address and tells me to keep in
touch.
“I want to know what college’s like these days. I want to hear from you,”
she says.
“What if I go goth? What if I dress all in black and stop talking and
decide to live in a weird orgy commune in San Fransisco? What if I flunk
out?”
“Well, then do me a favor and please don’t frickin' write.”
*
I slowly pick up all the headphones and wind their cords in circles. I am
alone in the studio for a moment and I open the window and can suddenly
breathe – the weather has turned.
Someone bursts in. “Do you know where the PSAs have gone??”
He has hair the color of rust. “And this makes background noise!” He slams
shut the window and dashes out.
I untie my hair and let it fall over my eyes. I pretend itÂ’s a cowboy hat.
**
have a nice friday, sinister.
jesse
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+-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+
+-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+
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Hello All,
Blimey, so that's what it looks like in here - I'd forgotten.
Gillian said:
"Anyhow, what does this mean? it's been bugging me for ages...
Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa
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> +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut"
Steve has already explained the Thai bit, so maybe I can help with the
Swedish. I guess that a search of Sinister for sluts would overload the
system, but looking in the archives for 'Playing Footsie' might help.
Or if you're feeling too lazy:
"snipp snapp snut are just nonsense words that doesn't mean anything but
sounds nice. so it kind of means "Snipp snapp snut, and so the story was
ended". It's usually used when reading a book for a child: after reading
the last page and picking the book up and closing it with a little "snapp"
So I guess it's a nice end for sinistermails..."
Do I do adverts here now?
The new Broadcast album 'Haha Sound' may possibly be the best release of the
year, see http://www.warprecords.com/ for details.
In that post of mine from 04.01.02 I looked forward to the Belle and
Sebastian DVD, which is funny.
Kramar,
David Moore
Chelmsford, UK
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[With kids I knew, though springs and then in falls. But they are not kids at all.]
Well I didn´t actually smoke at all today. First day since some December Sunday something. Guess it should have been about my birthday last year. Haven´t smoked since I have been at high school. 1988, I guess. Definitely got sharp memory of a general few weeks long strike the Italian tobacco monopoly, which provides all the authorised dealers. Yes, we still got this kind institution over there. Anyway end of the second week of strike the only things one could see on the shelf were either the cigarette the monopoly itself crafts. But without filter. And believe me, you won´t try to taste them, even when you 16 and have being reading Charles Bukowsky novels for the previous few months. The other option was obscure menthol cigarettes, of course in their metal green box which distinguish them from far away. You possibly won´t try them either. But at least they had a filter. And the Swiss was so far away.
But for today is too late, some business I guess, no consolation as if I knew.
How busy you are.
Haven´t listen to Karate for ages, and we quite amazed how much I have enjoyed listening to them last night. Didn´t even feel the need to smoke a fag, I´ve promised that I´ll rise this day next year and Diazepam won´t leave me death, (yeah!)
I´ll stay right we I am!
[The Disastrous Waitress]
This is such an excellent title for a record that can´t really wait for it to be released. I have enjoyed very much the instrumentals on storytelling, but I really prefer the bits from the movie to most of the songs. Actually due to the magic of information technology I´ve released my own private version, which is the full instrumental one, if you want to try it, I find it extremely lovely... but now that we have a disastrous waitress waiting for us what can we ask more?
Moreover, I have to admit got a particular attitude to have silly crash on waitresses. I have. They don´t. And this is because they are wise. My actual flatmate is a waitress as well. She is not wise. Might be I´ll need to meet the disastrous one. In fact I think I had. She was serving in a pub in Stoke Newington, and she had I style. We used to rehears in a place nearby that is why we have discovered this pub. To make a long story short, we had released a dame called `My love, a Waitress´, actually is now out as a split called `My love, A definition´. Mind I didn´t have the FGTH producer at the time and opted for recording it with a seventies second hand mono cassette recorder. DIY is bless.
If you feel any curious but feel a bit scary by out-of-fashion background-noise-loaded tapes you got a chance to hear us playing THE ARTS CAFÉ´ (LUNDUN) on the 31 of August... I am as excited that I am actually jumping on the chair while telling you that. Haven´t been playing a gig in this country since the day I arrived, some December something a couple of years ago. And that was fantastic.
We will be supporting lovely country folk from Meets Guitar and a fellow Italian band called Morose. Which amazingly means girlfriends...Isn´t that weird? I suppose some can say that a girlfriend can make you a bit morose at time... but well won´t necessarily agree! {e-mail me of line to be placed on the cheap list if you fancy that}....
Moreover:
[The Red Bull dozers]
Are playing Glasgow at the Winchester club! That´s magnificent. How many surprises will Mr K.P. Chu reserve to his audience before they can melt their selves on the disco floor? That would have been a dream to come over and escape Lundun for a while, but really, even if I keep forgetting at time, I have a job here that I can´t escape all the time I would to. This should be kind of a general feeling isn´t?
Anyway, we have an option which is as good as in the always excellent:
[How Does it Feel to Be Loved]
Shall I say something more? It is just great.
We had a nice picnic and a lovely night at:
[Tigermilking]
as well. I have placed some more photographs and a playlist on the website
http://www.undermybed.org/tigermilking
Hope you have a good laugh looking at them.
I have still to say thank you to all who came, that was really kind of yours, and especially Ally and Lucy (and Lucy too) coming all the way down from Glasgow, that really almost moved me to tears.
Well I am quite a crying person so shouldn´t be such an event. But yet again thank you thank you thank you.
Take care my dear sinisters
Your almost steady
Stefano
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in the time of the winter
the waiter fell into the snow
he could hear a voice but
will he ever find his way
if I'm so far from your
heart why do I feel it beat
and time won't wait for us
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+-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+
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Ello babies
Gillian said:
> Anyhow, what does this mean? it's been bugging me for
> ages...
>
> Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa
> +-+
> > +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan
> slut!
Hmm yes I imagine it's difficult to search the archives for a phrase that
appears on every mail. However having just had a go I was surprised, nay
shocked, to find out that NNMP (without the comma) was first included in the
footer in may 98.
For those of you without access to a thai phonetic/english translation
machine I can tell you it is thai for "this is pish, I think I'll leave", a
phrase that entered sinister lore when stuart david typed it during this:
http://www.missprint.org/sinister/bandchat.txt
Looking at that makes me sad cos there is MINKA and SWANNIE and lots of
other people on it, and also, confusingly paul strange fruit unless I'm very
much mistaken...
Also it appears StuD didn't leave for ages after that anyway...
SSS is either swedish or norwegian (sorry) and is the equivalent of "and
they all lived happily ever after" at the end of kid's stories, although it
doesn't literally mean that. Again, difficult to search the archives for
something in every mail...
I'm glad all you american types are getting excited about GIGS and stuff,
hopefully they will be lots of fun.
At the moment I'm all about 3 things:
1. PIRATES, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Pirates of the caribbean is
only the second film I've seen in the cinema this year, and although it is
about half an hour too long my pirate bingo card was filled in with ease
(also ZOMBIE MONKEY!!!!)
2. MJ HIBBETT. He used to be one of us you know, and he's just released
his second album and I think it's GRATE. There are some tracks to listen to
here: http://www.mjhibbett.com/
3. FREAKY TRIGGER RE-LAUNCH. Containing stuff by several (ex-)ones of us and
lots of team-blog goodness http://www.freakytrigger.co.uk/index.html and a
big picture of a fluffy cat on the front page...
I think that's all
xoxo
CarsmileSteve
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+-+ "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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I was watching Fame Academy last night, an event
thatmade me annoy my neighbiurs by my singing-I was
wondering what I would do as an audition pice, until I
realised that a) everything I can sding is too obscure
for a mainstream pop show, and b)I can;t actually
sing..
Anyhow, what does this mean? it's been bugging me for
ages...
Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa
+-+
> +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan
slut!
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references (forgotten films, dead TV stars, unpopular books, defunct countries,
etc.)as a subliminal means of showcasing both one's education and one's wish
to diassociate from the world of mass culture"
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+-+ "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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I'm sorry! I couldn't find the details of the picnic through searching the
archives, so I just posted what I had. But if there's been a different time
or something set, we can go with that. There's no need for duelling picnics!
~Aruni
>From: "Eric Brasure" <e.brasure(a)uea.ac.uk>
>Reply-To: "Eric Brasure" <e.brasure(a)uea.ac.uk>
>To: <sinister(a)missprint.org>
>Subject: Sinister: Brooklyn Picnic
>Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2003 16:10:11 -0400
>
>Hi Sinister.
>
>Laura Llew just wrote:
>
>"Will the two proposed picnics merge into one HUGE prospectful picniciking
>force or will there be a battle of the picnics - complete with food
>flinging
>and ant cheerleaders?"
>
>No. I turn over control of any picnic to Aruni. It's more trouble than it's
>worth, although it might have been nice if she had emailed me first. Oh
>well.
>
>Love,
>Eric
>
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> +-+ "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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+-+ "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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