>By the way I've never heard of the cave art in Derbyshire but I'm intrigued
Well duh. It was put there in 1970 when people working at the Wenley Moor
Power Research station saw the Silurians and went crazy. Right before Lionel
from As Time Goes By released plague into the rest of Britain! Remember?*
GayJay**
PS: Kimberly, how many times have I uttered this myself: "It gets lonely and
inconveniently buttery"?
* I may be confusing my life with television again here (I once thought I
was Tristan Farnon for several months in 1982) but I don't think so.
**I apologise for this post to anyone who doesn't know me and my addiction
to Dr Who personally. So don't even complain bitterly about this short post.
--
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In which it does a little Dance."
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Who saw Sinister's very own Brier Random on Morrissey-Solo, gushing
that he shook the Mozzers hand?
http://www.morrissey-solo.com/article.pl?sid=03/07/17/
1517223&mode=thread
I am, of course, extremely jealous.
Regards,
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Hello Sinister,
Every summer I enroll in a community art class. Being home from College and sick of my Studio classes there, they are always a refreshing change. The class is always the same, Advanced Painting taught by Tom James (whenever there is a newcommer, they always call him Mr. Jones by accident without fail, someone giggles and starts to sing some Tom Jones hit). The enrollment is static, a group of mostly 50+ lawyers and teachers that need to unwind from their families. One woman signs up every session (it continues durring the year) but only comes once or twice and shops without her husband's knowing instead.
Notwithstanding, the class is a riot. When I graduated from Highschool, they painted my a picture and dubbed me their Cool Cat at the Tuesday Night Fun House.
If I were to fall in love, I would pick a man from this class. Rich, a contractor and veitnam vet, brings me old Burt Lancaster films or screenplays by Tennesse Williams. He wears faded old Oxfords like I used to take for smocks from Dad's closet. His hands are hard but delicatly paint only large cats. His stories about his immigrant father and details from the lovely people of veitnam (he lived there for a while after the war) make him more interesting than anyone I could find at a B&S show anyday.
Tom would be my other love. He makes me mix tapes of Bel Canto and Nick Drake, soft French pop and Eastern European Techno. And he taught my how to tone a canvas.
Why is it that I am more interested in these characters than anyone here?
Just a thought.
Much love,
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Hello Sinister,
Every summer I enroll in a community art class. Being home from College and sick of my Studio classes there, they are always a refreshing change. The class is always the same, Advanced Painting taught by Tom James (whenever there is a newcommer, they always call him Mr. Jones by accident without fail, someone giggles and starts to sing some Tom Jones hit). The enrollment is static, a group of mostly 50+ lawyers and teachers that need to unwind from their families. One woman signs up every session (it continues durring the year) but only comes once or twice and shops without her husband's knowing instead.
Notwithstanding, the class is a riot. When I graduated from Highschool, they painted my a picture and dubbed me their Cool Cat at the Tuesday Night Fun House.
If I were to fall in love, I would pick a man from this class. Rich, a contractor and veitnam vet, brings me old Burt Lancaster films or screenplays by Tennesse Williams. He wears faded old Oxfords like I used to take for smocks from Dad's closet. His hands are hard but delicatly paint only large cats. His stories about his immigrant father and details from the lovely people of veitnam (he lived there for a while after the war) make him more interesting than anyone I could find at a B&S show anyday.
Tom would be my other love. He makes me mix tapes of Bel Canto and Nick Drake, soft French pop and Eastern European Techno. And he taught my how to tone a canvas.
Why is it that I am more interested in these characters than anyone here?
Just a thought.
Much love,
Kate
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Hello all,
Can three posts earn me an exit pass from Lurkerdom? I'm not sure I'd like
that, being quite comfortable as a Lurker. I am a fan of Lurking. I feel
as though if I post, it implies the ridiculous notion that I imagine myself
a person with something interesting to say. May I reiterate the phrase
"ridiculous notion?"
And yet, speaking of interesting things to say, the infamous Laura Llew
wrote: "Evidently, they remembered me telling about I wouldn't mind having
hooked up with Emily Dickinson. She would have been great to be in love
with. Even if you both lived in the same town, you could just see her
through a window across the street and occasionally wave at each other.
Now that's love."
I have to say, that's probably one of the most accurate desscriptions I've
ever heard of the perfect relationship for the Quietly Aloof (as opposed to
The Antisocial, or even The Emotionally Unavailable...). To have the "warm
fuzzies," ------ ah, that lovely feeling ----- and at least a vague sense of
the unconditional acceptance of a relationship... but without all the bother
of human interaction, which is frought with perils, being dependent on
humans who are by definition fuck-ups (wow, that ended the illusion that
could at all feign a poetic voice)... Anyway, I just wanted to point out
that the Emily-Dickinson-in-the-Window is a splendid metaphor.
On to more concrete things: Since I've gotten a huge zilch on time/place
suggestions for the MidAtlantic Picnic, I'm going to perform a First for
myself and take initiative. I'm throwing out a picnicky date here -- seems
to me a good weekend would be that of *August 23*? Perhaps An Afternoon
Picnic on the Mall, either that Saturday or Sunday. If we all get on
famously, there's always NW and Adam's Morgan nightlife to behold later in
the evening. Foodstuffs, booze, activities and booze can be arranged; I'm
just looking for a general roll call as to who's up for it. Anyone? As
always, emails are welcome. And if you're feeling blase about it, just
think of all the reporting back we could do! We could even lie to make it
sound like we had WAY more fun than we actually did! Enticing, isn't it?
Besides, SOMEONE'S got to throw popcorn at the tourists. I'm tired of doing
it every weekend all by myself. It gets lonely and inconveniently buttery.
Back to work. Ugh.
Best to all,
Kim
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Hello Everyone.
I just got back from Germany today. Four of us went, the other three had
'pen pal' friend people and I'd found one so we all had somewhere free to
stay with food, which was good.
Our plan was to spend a week loitering around in Alsfeld (picturesque
smallish town east of Frankfurt, in the centre) and maybe say some
xenophobic anti-german comments relating to the war, loudly, in jest, of
course and eat ice cream and buy CDs. Then on saturday I found myself
amongst 750,000 barely-clad flourescent germans dancing to loud house music
coming from trucks in Berlin. It was interesting, I felt a bit out of place
in my jeans and red knitted cardigan (not as hot as it sounds), though the
weather was hot.
A highlight was definately and break in the doom,doom,doom,doom drum beat
for 15 seconds of the Doors' 'The End' and I heard 2 house versions of
Minnie Riperton songs around, Lovin' you and Inside my love (the "2
people... song). We were getting a bit desperate for any half decent music
with tunes. The house version of the doors song was a big improvement on
Will Young's take on light my fire.
Actually met a girl called Nicole who calls her dad Papa, we thought this
was brilliant and there were lots of reinactions of "papa" ... "nicole"
( from the advert). Things could only go down hill from there and I was
deeply dissappointed when in reply to my " your 3 wishes and no 'more
wishes', 'lots of money', world peace' " she replied with " long healthy
life for me and family and friends" how uttlerly unimaginative. But she did
redeem herself in general conversation and she picked chocolate over cheese
in my long running asking everyone which they prefer.
These two question go out to anyone if you want to answer, I'd be
interested.
One morning the host mother was talking to me about the Reichstag and Hitler
and I spent the whole time desperately wanting to ask her with an innocent
face who Hitler was. I didn't.
Germany is cleaner than England and there are lots of those power generating
windmills, but the food isn't as good.
By the way I've never heard of the cave art in Derbyshire but I'm intrigued.
Has anyone ever heard of the phrase "to sleep with the fishes" ?
Tchuss
Emma
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it has been a while, and i doubt that but just a teeny handful
of you might actually know who i am. but i had to post. just
had to.
i am in the big apple.
new york.
nyc.
an old friend from san diego moved here and i sit here at her
computer while she is at the lab letting the rats out of their
meshy confines.
but back to my point. as if i hardly ever have one.
i am staying with my friend john in jersey city. he has high
ceilings that i had never seen in person before.
*flashback*
valentine's day.
2002.
my first valentine ever.
and a sinister one at that.
*real time*
basically i just wanted to sit and write about him.
because i completely adore him.
so if you don't want to read on about someone special,
fuck off and read something else.
he is my comfort personified.
he is the kind of friend that i don't mind the effort.
i want everything special and beautiful for him.
and though he may not believe it,
i believe within my inner depths of all that is
innocent and true that he will recieve it.
he introduces me to new things
that aren't so scary as when i'm alone.
he is my warm blanket on chilly days.
i have urges to hug him every once and a while.
i have to get my fix.
have you ever loved someone so much
that you could literally feel it in your guts?
my new daily prayer from now on will be that
everyone finds one...
he gives me complete honesty and
the best of our humanity.
a perspective of someone older, wiser, and beautiful.
he is a gentlemen, which is a wonderful rarity.
he pushes me to be a better person.
and i want to be a better person for me and for him.
i want to make him proud of me.
so here's to you my love,
cheers.
everyone raise your glasses.
here's to circus boys who feel melancholy
for red heads and
upstate new yorkers
with the cutest ears in the world...
love forever and ever,
your little sara
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someday my name and his are going to be the same
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greetings everyone....it's good to be home. i am
fresh off of a couple of days in America's loveliest
city...Detroit, Michigan. (to those overseas who are
unaware of the US opinion of detroit, michigan, it is
affectionately known as "the toilet.")
i took my l'il sister there for the big eminem
show...well, one of the two big eminem shows.
i dunno how popular eminem is here on sinister as he
is not really known for being twee....i like him
though. i like everything....except for the shite
stripes.
well, i like music from every genre really......a few
observations on the show and Detroit:
1) Detroit has the most fucked up road system i have
ever driven on.....highway signs very small and hidden
behind trees.....the way streets in the heart of
downtown are all U shaped and always turn you around,
whether you like it or not.
2) every single thing in that city is named after or
in some way references ford....i sort of expected a
lot of ford propaganda...but my goodness!
3) the way they make each side of their stadiums look
alike, so you never know what entrance you are at.
4) missy elliot was amazing.....
5) eminem swore the least of the 3 acts...
6) i refuse to refer to fifty cent as fifty cent...i
always call him fifty cents.....i mean really. i am a
white suburban girl, and i accept that....don't even
get me started on the wanna-be-gangsta-ghetto youth
who call him "fitty..." ewww.
7) a songwriting tip.....if you are at a loss for
lyrical content, gratuitous use of the word
"mohterfucker" will make the kids think you are a
lyrical prodigy....perhaps that is why the Belles have
never gone mainstream...
"If you're feeling sinister, dawg
go and and see a minister, dawg
he'll try in vain
to take away, y'all
the pain of being a hopeless motherfucker"
see...sheer poetry.
ah well....after an-almost tornado this morning, the
sun shines again.....will it ever stop raining in
chicago? if animals start lining up 2x2, i'm getting
the hell outta here :O)
~motherfuckerstine
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Hi everyone,
If I were to ever find myself in a hardcore band, perhaps even waking up
onstage in medias res, I would perform a slow burning ballad to the
woman named above, in the subject line: the New York Times literary
critic who is not only an excellent writer, but whose septi-syllabic
name is a veritable palatal workout. I find her occasionally inscrutable
and hostile manner to be one of the most attractive things, and heck,
why not? Who wouldn't love a girlfriend like that? I think she's also
like 50 though, so, uh, it might not work out. Although, given recent
lyrical trends in Liz Phair albums (and I can only assume that Michiko
is a raving LP fan, probably has like "Exile in Guyville" glued into her
Technics), maybe she's "beginning to think young guys rule". Hot, baby,
hot.
Other Kevin (to whom I am known as 'bastard idiot Kevin') said he would
kill babies if he had his druthers. Oh, wait, no, I'm confusing him with
someone from the Godspeed You! Black Emperor mailing list. Other Kevin
actually mentioned the afternoon email coma syndrome, which is a great
great thing. Customarily, I'll come back from my one-hour lunch break
and sit down and, as my brother likes to say in reference to bands like
Phish, "just fucking jam". I wrote an email to the manufacturer of
Listerine the other day, in hopes that they might let me know what the
name of the actress who appears in the swishing-around-in-her-mouth
commercial is (my roommate and I had decided to write to her c/o someone
and let her know that she was, in fact, the apotheosis of the phrase
'cute as a button'). The email I got back, which was surprisingly
ungrammatical, informed me that Listerine could not divulge the personal
information of this actress, and besides they didn't know anyway, and
then went on to sort of clumsily imply that I was an asshole for even
wondering in the first place. Hmmm.
When does one become a lurker? I mean, it really rather seems like one
of those adjectives that are logically ambiguous, much along the same
lines as 'bald'. Is one post per year a lurker? Although I suppose you
could just say something like 'posting not once in a calendar year'
merits a membership in lurkerdom, I'd imagine that's the only brute
discontinuity that exists. Anyway, hey, what if there are people on this
list who have taken a vow of silence? I was wondering about this, with
brow intensely furrowed, because of the monks shown in the amazingly
wonderful and blasphemous AOL commercial, who IM each other back and
forth like pre-prom dateless teens. Does this actually happen? In case
you can't tell from the above two paragraphs, I'm as vulnerable as an
eight year-old on sodium pentothal when it comes to the suggestive
nature of television commercials. Real point being though: lurkers,
hello. You are people too, I know, I know.
Have been playing loads of badminton lately. Will extend offer of
marriage to any girl who can and does smoke while playing badminton,
this way I can feel justified in saying publicly something like 'take
that out of your mouth and hit that 'cock back to me', which I have been
known to quote in places like, oh say, my high school yearbook. 's true.
Anythough, seriously, I do love me some badminton, and will suffer gross
indignities to play it.
This being by far the most inconsistent of my
already-pretty-much-fiercely-uneven posts, I'll non-sequitur end it on
the same note I finished my senior paper in philosophy: "and thus, after
so much struggling and wasted debate, the problems of ethical language
are, finally, reolved." Xxx hubris and comma action, whew.
Oh, and thanks to Kim Girton for preparing the (middle) East Coast to
picnic the holy hell out of itself. We will report back so hard, it'll
be Rashomon, email version.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Hannah Brown mentioned 'Soft Pink Truth' and I almost wet myself, this
album is so ruthlessly good, really. Laura Llew spoke of Prospect Park
in conjunction with tickets and cat masks and poetess recluses. Re:
which I saw something on a website once that went like this-
GIRL: Hey, I'm feeling, um, a little Emily
GUY: What's that?
GIRL: Dick in, son.
It's shake and bake, and I helped,
xoxo,
Kevin
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