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Sinister: Electronic Reminiscent
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.org 19 Jun '03

19 Jun '03

Dear sinister, Seeing some old names appearing in the "Sinister" folder of my in-box has made me feel a little nostalgic, indeed I do have regular patches of listalgia. I often wonder whether the old sinister kids (are they now sinister adults?) have just disappeared altogether or if they've just become less outspoken and rageful with age. And the other day I was looking through the inbox of a very old email account, and there was an email from someone I knew from a long time ago with whom I have lost contact, so I sent an email but unfortunately the hotmail account had since been closed down. Which made me sad of the frailty sometimes of this e-mailing business, how easily one can lose touch with another, but then I suppose it's no different from in real life, or rather "real life", in this technological age maybe the internet is becoming less virtual a reality than what they tell you in films, which is very much an escape from reality in itself. I do hope one day email accounts will never be closed down. Especially sinister(a)missprint.org cos it's rather good, I wonder if i'll still post here when I'm 82. Ken P.S.: My work is very dull P.S.2.: I got a PS2 the other day! And it arrived on my birthday! It was the greatest thing ever. P.S.3.: Now that Stuart Murdoch is planning to organise a treasure hunt in America, I wonder if th...... ********************************************************************** This email is confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom it is addressed. If this email was not intended for you please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator(a)uclh.org. This footnote confirms that the email and attachments contained no viruses when they left UCLH. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: quick and dirty proof of inductive fun
by Kevin Hyde 19 Jun '03

19 Jun '03

Hello everyone, There exists a small but elite group of Australian businessmen in my hometown. They all work in one store, a pawnshop, called Cash Converters. I find this odd simply by merit of the fact that my hometown is in Pennsylvania, in America- and is a very small town, a former steel industry center, now sort of brownly decrepit and sprawling. And I wonder why it is that these people (all unrelated, I might add) would come all the way from Australia to (presumably) live and work in a small suburb of Philadelphia, in an unglamorous (albeit very successful) store which, besides having a name that to my mind suggests money laundering, is located in perhaps one of the worst parts of the entire county. The only hypothesis that springs to mind is that, somehow, through complex and arcane networks, the mayor of my town has forged a kind of draconian marketing contract with various travel agents and career counselors in the metropoli of Australia, where enthusiastic and (again, this is me speculating) towheaded antipodean youngsters are suckered into selling all their fantastic Dirty Three albums and bootlegs in order to buy a plane ticket to the exciting and impossibly-bustling-and-cultured Pottstown, PA. My God, this confused me. I'm not exaggerating when I say I thought about this deeply for the five or so hours it took me to drive home to Virginia on I-95. Could it be that my confusion was just sublimated anger at having one of the sales clerks ask me, upon the purchase of a cheap electric guitar and practice amp at said store, whether this [the guitar] was for me "as a rock and roll star, or is it a gift, mate?", (and I promise, he actually did say 'mate' I'm not making that up) to which I responded by nodding my head and saying, in a sort of shy and lamentful way, "uh, rock and roll style?", having heard the 'star' as 'style' and now consequently feeling slightly embarrassed in front of the witchily pretty female sales clerk. I know there are some Australian sinisterines + -ettes on the list, and I was wondering if, hey, are there any large and unwieldy roadside billboards over there with pictures of Pennsylvanian landscapes, mottled with fall colors, and featuring some sort of sentimental and catchy slogan in a sensible font? Maybe even vaguely authoritarian in tone? Ok. So there is (at least) another Kevin on this list (hello other Kevin!), and I think I need to confront this fact head-on. In my opinion, it's really a good thing, you know, because, heck, our name means 'gentle and lovable' (uh, in Gaelic, if I remember my grandmother's tiny namecards correctly), and with all the sort of rippling hostility and thinly veiled sexual threats that are always flying about on this list, people of a kevin-nature are here to serve as a buffer (feel free to hurl invective at either of us, and like egg-carton insulation foam, we will absorb and dampen). Plus probably all the Rachels too, 'we can never have enough Rachels' = story of my life. So, that's enough meta-list talk I suppose. I really wish I could write long and consistently-themed missives (a la Kieran and the PF), but really, my attention span is far too short for that. And plus I'm at work. Which place is populated mostly by diminutive secretaries whose faces look as if they would explode into thousands of tiny green mosquitoes if given the proper stimulus. I'm looking forward to: the fourth of July, which for me is one of the saddest holidays; going to see the Giddy Motors next month; applying to grad school, and getting engaged so that I can have a fiancee to give me the OED as a present like the inestimably lucky Michael Vance. Oh, and any sort of post from Laura Llew would be great, as they (the posts) always rock my socks off. Seriously. Hosiery --> obliterated. off to lunch, xo, Kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 know that things have got to CHU, but what KEN I do?
by Rachel fruitloop-Apps 19 Jun '03

19 Jun '03

Hello Sinister, I'm waking up to ME--in the subject line of sinister posts! Whoohoo! I've been called out of the woodwork again by Mr. BRIER RANDOM, Thanks for the shout-out! This post should prove to be A STAR-STUDDED AFFAIR since I haven't had the chance to name drop in so long! BEN APPS (BAPPS) was in *so much trouble* last night!!! We were listening to ANDREA KITTENMOUSE's B&S from A to Z (which was highly entertaining) and playing Scrabble with the cat, RHONDA, who is Kittenmouse's biggest fan. When suddenly, Ben's attention was diverted away from the game at hand and he was glued to the computer (like usual!) I was frustrated cos not only did I not have letters or space to spell out T-W-A-T or D-O-R-K, I couldn't find ANY words to make! Then the instant message chimes started sounding from the computer speakers! I angrily asked "Who are you talking to?!" and then he had to spill the BEANZ (Get it--Beanz! ha!) about the dedication. It was when I heard the dedication that I felt happy again! It was "There's Too Much Love"... awwww! I am a bad RACHEL. I haven't mailed our �VIVA RACHELS! mix tape to JUDGE KEN CHU yet. I have it in an envelope with a letter, I guess that's a start. I also have started copying tapes for the participants, but have yet to mail a single one out. I will make it a goal to complete the task by summer's end. Just a mere 8 or 9 months after the mixtape's completion! Speaking of Goals, my husBEN has a season ticket to see the L.A. GALAXY soccer team play at their new stadium in Carson, and his seat is right next to another Sinister fellow named ADRIAN RUDLOFF (Mr. GLURP). I went to the matches on the last 2 Saturdays with them, and it was really a lot of fun. After the first match, we went to Adrian's and had a sing-a-long with a few b&s songs being tried out. It wasn't half bad, either! I can't really beileve how quickly I've been converted to a football lover (though I can hardly call the sport that is played out here "football"; it still qualifies as "soccer" in my mind!) The most exciting thing is that we have tickets to see MANCHESTER UNITED play in L.A. next month!!! I hope I get to see my United boyfriend, OLE GUNNAR SOLSKJAER, in action. I also hope that little ANDREEA of Sinister chat fame will still be able to join us. Congratulations to Andreea for her graduation from college! Also Happy Birthday to her on Thursday! GUESS WHO'S COMING TO DINNER!!! Ben and I returned to the site of our wedding reception in Santa Barbara, and you will never believe who we met up with!!! MARK CASAROTTO and SARAH GARRETT SONNER (Ms.SGS!!!) Sarah was embarrassed when someone suggested she made a mess on the floor, but that can happen to any girl when presented with a barrel full of nuts. I, myself, had my own embarrassing moment that night with a yummy Santa Barbara Blonde (don't worry, Ben watched!) It was so much fun seeing Mark and Sarah again. If any of you have an opportunity to visit that town, you really should cos it's gorgeous. SGS and Mark would contest to that, I'm sure. As would the locals, Brier and PHIL (hi Phil!) A few days after that meeting, we found ourselves at a surprise birthday party for a friend (who is actually the boyfriend of Ben's boss.) It was at a restaurant in Hollywood called Falcon, which is a little TOO posh for "our kind". It was *so* nice, I didn't even have to work very hard to pry the money out of Ben's hands at the end of the evening! I think he was distracted by the fact that LUKE WILSON was in our dinner party! I said "hey guy, I like your nurses uniform" and he said "These are O.R. scrubs" and I said "O.R. they?" and Ben choked on his food. Not really. I said "Hi I'm Rachel" and Ben said "Hi, I'm Ben" and he shook our hands and said "Hi, I'm Luke". Turns out he is the boyfriend of a model that is a friend of Ben's boss. Who knew! I was almost as google-eyed as I was sitting across the table from SGS and Mark! *swoon* They're cute!!!! I know some of you must have been flipping through the pages of PEOPLE MAGAZINE last month, and you were captivated by a SEXY HAIR CONCEPTS ad for the Healthy Sexy Hair shampoo. You probably weren't sure what it was about the ad that you liked so much... was it the model's flawless complexion and hairdo? Was it the gorgeous foil milk box that the bottle of shampoo rests in? Maybe so. More than likely you were entranced by the ad because your SINI-SENSES were tingling and you knew that someone from this list must have designed the ad! Well, rest assured, you were right! It was my piece of design work I was most proud of until... KATRINA HOUSE mentioned that I worked with STUART MURDOCH on the new footie shirt design!!!! *chuffed* In closing, I'd like to say that sometime soon, Adrian would like to have a SINISTER GO-KART RACE!!!!! Anyone interested? Southern Californians stay tuned for more details as they develop(and feel free to make suggestions!) Shout-outs to STINE, GRAINNE, JIM PURPLE TROUSERS, BUS STOPPER SARA, JOSE, MICHAEL VANCE and ALL THE RACHELS! Until next time... love, Rachel fruitloop-Apps __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? SBC Yahoo! DSL - Now only $29.95 per month! 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. 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Sinister: rock the casbah
by Christine Irene 19 Jun '03

19 Jun '03

hi everyone. so i have been reading about lovely gwb's telling iran to disarm or what have you....should we start a pool? how long til we are bombing iran? i say....9 weeks. grr. it's too bad that only scumbags run for office...perhaps stuart murdoch could be the first non-citizen president of the united states? aww :o) the national anthem could be changed to "we rule the school." yay! plus, we would have the bonus of listening to a scottish accent deliver all of those boring addresses. it would take some constitutional amending but hey....... if you aren't privy of this as of now, might i recommend checking out www.gotcannedgoods.com very cool stuff on there. i used to visit it daily...then i forgot about it when i crashed my computer. you can post "alternative" news stories (ya know, the true ones) and random poetry and prose. very cool stuff indeed. yay! so anyway, not much of note here lately. yesterday we cracked ninety degrees for the first time this year.....and now it is 59 degrees again. i hate it here. we have some really obnoxious weather patterns. oh yes, if any of you have livejournal accounts, please feel free to send me a password thing, so that i might start one to. as you may recall, i am very anti-blog, however, i just have got to reply to this one persons posts. he is the most self-rightous, arrogant and obnoxious human being ever! you can only reply to posts if you have an account though. i refuse to pay for a livejournal account...you can get one for free if a member sends you a password thing... so what else? nothing really. i hope that this finds you well. shouts out to my sinistah posse: dirty vicar, jinnifer, mr. and mrs. fruitloop-apps, alex, jay with an e, and i guess chris (whom i haven't spoken to in what....3 months? bastard! :O) um...yes....and the rest of you as well. have a toadie day. ~stine __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? SBC Yahoo! DSL - Now only $29.95 per month! 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: what do you want to do when you grow up??
by Jesse Chanin 19 Jun '03

19 Jun '03

I was looking for a job & then I found a job & heaven knows Im miserable now. Dear Sinister, I have as of two days ago officially found a summer job forty hours a week putting textbooks into cardboard boxes to be shipped across the country, with the possibility of moving up to the sealing-with-cellophane-tape department if I work out OK. Its hardly my ideal employment but I have convinced myself, typically patronizing toward the rest of humanity, that there are people who do this sort of work (starting at 7am of course) for their entire lives, people for whom packing paperback books isnt just a way to afford more Johnny Cash CDs. So by doing this for one summer, assuming I last the summer (the guy who hired me did say there was a prerequisite of being able to lift 40lbs and Ive no idea how much that is so I just said Yes, Of Course I Can!), will allow me to properly empathize with people for whom this is a reality. & I owe them that much, being born into the American middle class. But then whos to say Im not one of those people? All my life people have drilled into me that I can do whatever Id like, fly to the stars, jump the moon, conquer galaxies etc etc and I even think some of them said so in earnest too! & to some extent I believe them, despite all evidence to the contrary and my own indecision. I can do whatever I want, but Im not quite sure what that is; I will be 32 and still putting textbooks into boxes thinking, I want to be a writer! I want to be a radio producer! I want to be an artist! I want to be a rockstar! And I dont know if Id hate working in a concrete shipping warehouse more than a sterile cubicle. But I dont really believe that could happen to me. Other people work in cubicles, other people aim for uppermanagement and watch soap operas and buy SUVs. I will do something miraculous. It just hasnt happened yet (note the passive tone). It hasnt happened to me yet. I know vaguely what I want to do, but instead I spend my days surfing around on internet sites & playing frisbee with the hippies over in the park across the street, waiting for inspiration and talent and motivation to happen to me. Its the worst sort of inexcusable idleness, I think. And I am starting college in the fall for which Ive got to assume $2500 in debt each year, not my first choice college, or second or third, but my last safety school that at the time of applications I was too disdainful of to read up on and realize is strongly Jesuit. I did a foreign exchange year in Spain & had a miserable time. I lost my job last summer after nine days. Ive done nothing but dwell on my own wonderful potential and now I head off to college to study some indeterminate subject to launch some unspecified career that isnt what I want anyway. I want to be a rockstar, or a writer. Its typical isnt it? But usually people have fleeting ideas of satisfactory back-up plans: photo-journalist, veterinarian, cop or even something specific you can work toward, like this fellow I know named John who is going to Astronaut university. When people ask me where Im going to school I mumble New York and when they ask me what Im going to study I slur englishistoryphilosophyliteraturepoliticalscience YOU know. For the sake of optimism well call that flexibility in my future plans which isnt untrue, per se. And as far as optimism goes, this e-mail seems to be veering in the opposite direction which is in all truth a misrepresentation. Im not unhappy, just restless, and boxing books should be just fine if the friendly pear-shaped man who gave me the job agrees that I will be listening to headphones very loudly the entire time. Theres no fancy moral at the end of this where I realize I will be perfectly happy as a CEO as long as I have beautiful children & live in a mansion outside of Hartford. But what do you want to do when you grow up, Sinister? Theres a comedian I recall (it could have been Paula Poundstone who, for the record, makes child abuse much funnier than Michael Jackson could ever dream of) who said and I paraphrase When adults ask kids what they want to do when they grow up its cause theyre looking for ideas. Cue the uproarious 80s laughter. But I did just finish a whole e-mail so my task-management has reached an all-week high. Thank you, thank you. Jesse _________________________________________________________________ The new MSN 8: advanced junk mail protection and 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Not so Hasty now
by Paulo Stinsoni 19 Jun '03

19 Jun '03

Oh hello there, Hope everything is groovin' like my bum grooves to "Dirty Dream". I really do. I thought I'd compile a list of 20 things that do absolutely nothing for me, but after 1 I couldn't be bothered. 1) er... boring stuff So instead I'll tell you all about Hastings. I know, in comparison to chopping up my chopper, it's a bit boring, but I'm sure it's going to be just as painful. You see, I am VISITING THE INLAWS (to be). I've put it off for a long time, mainly because it's just so far away from me, in Darlington. The lovely Theresa Lovely (if you split that up a bit and stick an apostrophe in the right place you get "There's a lovely") wants me to go there as we're getting married and i should meet her ma. <dreamy looking back in the past wibbly screen thing> I don't like girlfriends parents. I have an ex girlfriend (oh yes, I'm not just popular now, I've been popular for ages) and she (Debi) was pregnant. Debi had to go to hospital overnight for some tests as she was getting pains. Unfortunately her mother turned up while I was the only one in the house. Debi was due back, but we didn't know when. Well, I offered a cup of tea or coffee, and she declined. We sat opposite the coffee table to each other. Saying nothing. Silence. . . . Silence. . . Total quiet. I could hear her breathing. . . . In the end I was going crazy. I needed to say something, and all I could think of doing was playing a game of cards/draughts/chess, or something. I thought it through. If I offered a game, would she think I was mad? I mulled it over, and you know that theory that if youy repeat things 3 times they become true, well that's what my brain was doing during the painful silence "Would you like to play a game?" I said. As soon as I openend my mouth I knew it sounded wierd. She said no, looked shocked and shortly after she left. So it wasn't all bad. /<dreamy looking back in the past wibbly screen thing> Let's get back to Hastings... So, when I'm not toying with the edge of the table cloth, and beads of nervous sweat are not forming on my brow, and I'm not wracking my brains to think of something to say other than "That Harold chap had it bad down here in 1066 didn't he?" I think I'll go out. Anyone know of any places in Hastings to go? Just think, you could have skipped the whole damned email until you got to that sentence. Ah well, Let's hope you all have a lovely Midsummers day, and party all night and watch the sunrise with someone you love. Paul _________________________________________________________________ Use MSN Messenger to send music and pics to your friends http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 Was Just Hoping You Might Stay
by P F 19 Jun '03

19 Jun '03

Every day is a leaving party of the heart. Who remembers the Suncharms, the Badgers, Basinger and Pushkins? Songs that tell me over again of the old world: of the rehearsal rooms with nineteenth-century amps and scruffy attempts at insulation: of the autumn leaves and half-empty car parks that you look at across the green while the bass player makes his move to B and A under your circling notes. Corny, genre equivalent of a 12-bar blues (listen to the bid for epic in Pushkins� �Sea Egg�), but I don�t hear it much anymore, I can forgive: it probably seemed a one-off in a million at the time. The skies above in their permutations: on heatwave days plain blue, plus massed impressive clouds: at 5 yesterday morning, woken by the memory of the drinking, a zesty high expanse of wisps and trails, weather portraits of old June, always new. Above me now the cobalt background behind the insistent cloud cover. The other night the blast of warm early evening rain like a gigantic shower had been turned on: desperate travellers pushing past into the train, water bullets between the porches, the catharsis after too many blinding sunny days to believe. The sky at night, deep blue straight above at one in the morning; the horizon as it comes down, still dimly lit at ten like a tasteful restaurant, subtly darker blues, white clouds turning pink at the foot of the airy page. �In thinking of nature as harmonizing, in the diversity of its particular laws, with our need to find universal principles for them, we must, as far as our insight goes, judge this harmony as contingent, yet also indispensable for the needs of our understanding � hence as a purposiveness by which nature harmonizes with our aim, though only insofar as this is directed to cognition�. He leans on his bike at one end of a bridge in October, in the cathedral�s long shadow as the cars whiz past below us, talking about getting a band together. Sillitoe world of bicycles and locks: Golden Grahams, Stradhoughton prose in the bus stop�s midnight blue early morning. Lager and Lime Top every night: meek tenacity in the throng at the bar. Up and down the row of faces in the light and darkness, youth that doesn�t know its own youth. The same scanty books of poetry in crumbling houses up and down the land�s undulation. Every day is Valentine�s Day. She wears purple lipstick at the bus stop. The Henriads. - S�blood, I am as melancholy as a gib cat or a lugged bear. - Or an old lion, or a lover�s lute. - Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe. The raindrops falling on the glass roof over summer's watery coffee. People I never know as well as I would like, unaware that they don�t know what resignation is. Snow suddenly coats the avenues from one broad side to another, tops the crimson post box on the corner of the silent street. People fade and I forget you. (The ginger leaves falling around the streets of Massachussetts, the yellow and black school bus, the Californian summer sky under which a car blinks out of memory.) I have already forgotten too much. (A sneaked video moment of last night�s match, Platini scoring in the European Championship Final, before I must scurry, hardly understanding what it all means, up the road to school.) But I have remembered more than you might think. (Grey streets of Guildford as the Berlin Wall comes down: at the top of a slope a busker singing Sting outside the Our Price.) I have forgotten you. But I haven�t forgotten YOU. I suppose (the orange street lights on the way from the Fruiterers�, the heave of the midnight traffic under overpasses, down thoroughfares) that it�s goodbye (the sun blazing off a vast green pitch, hundreds of miles away, as for two hours France in bright blue play Brazil in canary yellow, on a screen in the dark middle of a party) to the old ways. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? SBC Yahoo! DSL - Now only $29.95 per month! 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: barcelona and haldern
by marc bots 19 Jun '03

19 Jun '03

dear sinister, it has been quite some time since you heard of me. i am, however, still alive and doing okay at times. my band is getting better and we will be famous soon, and i made a minidisc with all b&s lp's and ep's except for storytelling, which means over five hours of wonderful songs to be played at random. it is interesting to notice that some songs are not as cool when played out of context. i have a few questions for you. actually two: 1) is anyone going to the haldern festival this year? i know b&s are not playing this time, but a few cool other bands are. like bright eyes. and the raveonettes. and the libertines. and spinvis. 2) i will be travelling to barcelona for a conference and a few days of holiday. could someone please help me out with finding cool bars, pubs, places to go and especially places to see some cool bands? that would be excellent. did you all notice that stuart is comparing the new album with tigermilk? that will generate lots of expectations. it does for me. lunchtime! love, marc -- +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Belle and Sebastian News Mailing List - U.S.A. shows (fwd)
by Linda Kerr 19 Jun '03

19 Jun '03

Hi all Although you heard it here first from the estimable Lucy, below is the mail from the b&s news list. ---------- Forwarded message ---------- Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2003 18:06:19 -0000 From: band(a)banchory.net To: lulou(a)crockery.org Subject: Belle and Sebastian News Mailing List - U.S.A. shows Hi all, Well, as Stuart announced in his June 14th Diary entry, we're pleased to confirm the following three outdoor shows in Brooklyn, Berkeley and Los Angeles in August. *August 19th, Prospect Park Bandshell, Brooklyn, NY. Tickets cost $35.00 each, subject to booking fees. *August 22nd, Greek Theatre on UC Berkeley Campus, Berkeley, CA. Tickets cost $32.50 each, subject to booking fees. *August 24th, Greek Theatre, Los Angeles, CA. Tickets cost $32.50 each, subject to booking fees. As of tomorrow, June 19th 2003 at 10am EST (NY Time), you can buy tickets to these shows through this webpage: http://www.belleandsebastian.musictoday.com You'll need to log in with this information: User Name: belleandsebastian Password: tickets Unfortunately there are only a limited number of tickets available from Music Today for these shows, but we felt that it was better that some people had the opportunity to purchase tickets, without having to pay the high booking fees. Regular sales for all three shows begin via http://www.ticketmaster.com on the following days: Friday June 20th at 10am EST for the Brooklyn show, Saturday June 21st at 10am Pacific time for the Berkeley and Los Angeles shows. At that time, tickets will also be available in person via some record stores & venue box offices ... details to follow shortly. Stuart is planning Treasure Hunts to co-incide with all three concerts, for more information check out his June 14th Diary entry in the "Writing" section of the website at http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home Happy ticket purchasing! cheers, Katrina @ Banchory. http://www.banchory.net http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home -- To unsubscribe from this mailing list, visit www.banchoryshop.net/belleandsebastian/list/list.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-go
by Kieran Devaney 19 Jun '03

19 Jun '03

back in year five this was, our proper teacher was off sick or something so we had this supply teacher bloke - he came across as a bit odd right from the outset, had a grey suit and the name - mr oborsky! was most out of the ordinary. this was a catholic primary school man, we weren't used to much that was unusual - anyway back then none of us were really the type to question what was going on, nor to turn our noses up at anything that broke the 'copy this down from the board' routine (if there seems to be a break in the flow here it's because i just spilled my glass of coke over the table and i had to, er, break the flow of that (see i'm all for these nested puns), getting coke on my library copy of john savage's 'england's dreaming' book (which is very good incidentally) taking my tally of water damaged library books up to two (the other being a rather more battered copy of 'the beautiful and damned' - i'm feeling a bit more guilty about this one since i'm only the second person to have borrowed this copy, like, ever so i'm using the skeez brokered during my tenure as library staff and doing my utmost to fix it, i'll let you know how that goes (they should invent paper which doesn't crumple, you'd think with today's modern technology etc etc)). and mr oborsky was just the man to do that, i remember that instead of the usual maths or RE that we'd usually do he started to teach us about the staphylococcus aureus (ok, i had to google that for the spelling, fair enough) virus - which i think you learn about if you do a-level biology. it all seemed a bit odd, but the diagrams he drew on the blackboard (which even now remain probably the best and most interesting bits of blackboard art that i've ever seen) (didn't you used to hate the teachers who would go: "oh i can't draw"? i did) were great, little coloured blobs with hairs coming out the sides and big colourful borders. none of it made much sense to me, nor i presume to my classmates at the time, we were only nine or ten you know - even now i'm not sure quite what the virus is or does, though in the process of googling for the spelling i did encounter some quite fearsome pictures, so i can't imagine it's anything good. quite why mr oborsky chose to use the one day he had teaching our class to tell us about something so... obscure is beyond me. though thinking about it it must be great being a supply teacher right? staphylococcus aureus one day, perhaps proudhon the next, gamelan music for a friday, you could teach whatever you wanted, because by the time anyone came to review it you'd be long gone, off in a classroom on the other side of the city banging on about herman nitsch to a bunch of five year olds. brilliant. i've been scared of spiders ever since i was really small - in fact i can trace back the time to when i remember first being scared to spiders, it may in fact have been the occasion which instigated the whole fear in the first place. i was in the bathroom at home, having just washed my face i pick up a towel (i want you to imagine this all filmic, imagine you're there - in fact it could be some sort of kooky pop video man - imagine i'm singing this whole paragraph to you) to dry myself, quite naturally. there must've been a spider lurking on the towel, and with my face and hair all wet i must've just groped towards it without looking properly and dried myself and then when i pulled the towel from my face and looked in the mirror there was something sort of perched on my ear, a big black apparition. for what seems like some seconds but is probably less than one i do nothing i just look and then in one swift motion i brush the thing away, watch it fall awkwardly onto the tiled floor, and then sprawl out and make for some darker corner behind the toilet. there was no danger, i don't think we have poisonous spiders in england, but i still felt very deeply afraid. of what i'm not entirely sure - whether you could break it down into specifics i dunno. i don't really want to. but at the moment they seem to be finding their way out, i've seen three or four in the past couple of days. my brother is quite cruel with them, he crushes them in crisp packets and stuff, he's not afraid so i get him to deal with them usually - though i'm not sure i agree with his methods, but what can i say? he gets results. i was quite proud of myself when i found one on the curtain up in sheffield, only a titchy one mind, and i managed to scoop it up and knock it out of the window. i'm on my own up there man, against the odds. the other time i've dealt with one was at home, my brother must've been out and my mum and my sister were cleaning and they found one on the wall in my sisters bedroom - i haven't actually really ever told anyone that i'm scared of spiders, not in my immediate circle of family and friends anyway, but my mum and my sister share my fear, and aren't so bothered about being vocal about it (i've considered that that's where it comes from as well, but it's nicer to romanticize it in the incident described above), and so with my brother and my dad not around they asked me to deal with it. perhaps it was that responsibility, or the fear of looking weak overriding the fear of the spider that day, but i managed to bundle it into an empty crisp bag and out of the window with what i would describe as consummate ease. but those two times are the only ones i've ever gone near the things - only in the direst circumstances would i even consider it. so late that day in year five, i guess we couldn't have been learning about the staphylococcus aureus virus all day, but that's how it sticks out in my mind, so imagine mr oborsky in his grey suit and, i seem to recall, tinted glasses explaining the ins and outs of the virus to us bemused children. but there are always some kids who don't want to listen, no matter what the subject matter right? well one such kid in our class was called david, he had joined the class quite late, in year three i think, and wasn't very bright, so he was a bit of an outcast, though his mum and my mum used to get on pretty well - his dad even did the wrought iron gates on our drive here, i remember him saying to my dad how difficult it was to get them level when you're working on a hill. also, they had the spoiler nicked off their car once, which i found hilarious at the time, and the family has since migrated to ireland, only to come back to england within six months of going, and are still living here in birmingham as far as i know. anyway david was messing around with this massive rubber spider, you know the sort that you can buy in toy shops, that are a bit bigger your hand, one of those - there wasn't very long to go that day and i guess he was restless. we'd been playing with the spider at playtime, chucking it around and all, i can handle the toy ones, i don't mind them (at my secondary school there was a guy who was even more afraid of them than i am, he couldn't even abide the toy ones, much to the amusement of various people, but i deeply empathized, as i'm sure you all do reading this now). he had this massive rubber spider out on his desk i suppose, and mr oborsky spotted it, and he asked david to give it to him. there wasn't really much david could do, so he handed it over, and mr oborsky started scrutinizing it, turning it over as he walked back up to the front of the class. once there he held the thing out towards all of us, shaking it as though it were a cane or some sort of weapon, "you know there are spiders in some parts of the world that are as big as this?" he looked at it again, "bigger maybe. when i was about your age i was living with my family in kenya, there are insects there which are much more dangerous than anything you get over here..." he said, and he proceeded to tell us all about how whenever you were putting a pair of socks on, or any clothes really, you had to turn them inside out and check them thoroughly before you put them on in case there was anything dangerous lurking inside. and he told us how once he had forgotten to check a pair of gardening gloves, and some ingeniously designed insect had burrowed into his skin, and its spines were so arranged that it couldn't be pulled or coaxed out - and how his uncle had had to burn the thing out with a lighter. he showed us the scar on his hand, a big pink mark on his waxy skin, in the fleshy part between his thumb and forefinger. "then one day i was reading alone in my room" he said "it was the height of summer, so very very hot and i had gone inside to get some shade. i happened to glance up from my book and saw this gigantic spider sitting on the wall of my room" at this point he held the rubber spider up against the classroom wall, so we could imagine what it must've been like and described how the spider he saw was different from the rubber one, its markings and so forth. "i was petrified" he continued "but i quickly ran out to fetch my dad and my uncle, who were working in the garden" he then went on to explain that they told him that the spider was some very rare and poisonous breed, which i have now unfortunately forgotten the name of. the three of them went back into the room, i think he said his dad had gone and gotten some sort of net, in the hope of trapping the thing, but when they got back into mr oborsky's room the spider was gone, without trace. they searched the whole house, because you don't want an extremely dangerous thing like that knocking around when there are children around, but they couldn't find it. he went back to david's desk and plopped the rubber spider down in front of him, "and i've never ever seen one since" he said, "not even in a zoo." at that point the bell rang and he let us go, which i remember thinking was odd because we hadn't said our prayers. yours, - kieran _________________________________________________________________ Express yourself with cool emoticons - download MSN Messenger today! http://www.msn.co.uk/messenger +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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