there was something in the air
that night
the stars were bright.
i was minding my business
lifting some lead off the roof of the holy name church..
no. not really.
i was riding on city buses, for a hobby.
its sad
okay. no i wasn't doing that either.
i was wanking and staring at the wall, as usual.. there's just SOMETHING
about that wall... when i saw him, standing there. creeping up around my
window.
it had been a hard day's night. i should have been sleeping like a log.
but, like i said, i was otherwise engaged.
well.. as you can imagine, i was shocked. shocked to my big foundations.
he came in through the bathroom window. protected by a silver spoon.
i just hadn't got a clue what to do. so i offered him a cup of herbal tea.
he grunted, and collapsed on the couch.
'sugar?'
'sugar'
(oh no... no sugar tonight..
and no sweetener, either. i won't have that crap in my house.)
'oh my. honey?'
'honey'
i took that as a yes, and went to see what he wanted. i wasn't sure what to
make of the whole thing... i half wondered if it had been a mistake to eat
all that mouldy cheese i found stuck to the back of the cooker. they say
there are funny little animals that crawl around inside the blue bits of
blue cheese. perhaps i was hallucinating...they'd crawled out of the cheese
and into my BRAIN.
was i insane.... in the membrane?
probably not.
but something was definitely occuring. something out of the ordinary.
'it isn't every day you get visited by a yeti.'
another grunt
'sasquatch'
'oh.'
we sat in silence, for a while. i didn't want to say anything. i had a
feeling words were very unneccessary - that they could only do harm.
the yeti showed no sign of revealing its origin. it stared at the
television, seemingly entranced by the game show repeat that flashed
across the screen.
'err.. do you get your kicks watching bruce on the old generation game?' i
asked.
nothing. clearly not.
whatever it was here for, i was starting to wish it would do it, and fuck
off.
'look... if there's anything that you want. if there's anything i can do -'
'SILENCE!'. he stood up. i sat down, and said nothing. its the best thing
to do when you're being menaced by an angry sasquatch. and i waited:
'please allow me to introduce myself
i'm a man-'
'actually, you're a yeti, which is. OW!'
like a whirlpool, my head was spinning. i clutched my head, and decided not
to interrupt him, incase he hit me again.
'- a man
of wealth and taste.
and
i've come to sing you a song.'
'a song to set me free?'
he pulled his Very Angry Face again, and continued
'nobody writes them like they used to...'
and, with that, a deep breath.
a lovely, haunting, almost eerie song. i held my breath througout, although
the whole thing was a little puzzling..
his voice faded...
'don't forget to catch me
don't forget to catch me
la la la la la'
he handed me a slip of paper, a face i'd seen before. an Arm-Wavey Hip
Swingy Maraca Shakey Type Of Girl, from the looks of it.
but i still couldn't place her. and i was still a little puzzled...
'like a WHAT...she moved?
a HARPSICHORDIST?
how does a harpsichordist move?
and what are elvis tears?
are you mad?'
my visitor stood, as if to leave
at LAST. go on, now, go. walk out the door.
but he didn't. he looked at me some more.
i got the feeling he wanted something.. i didn't know what..
'do you want money? is that what you want?'
apparently not.
'what do you want if you don't want money??'
'a song. teach me a song. i walk the earth, my darling, it is my home.
i'm singing in the rain, and when the sun has got his hat on, i'm dancing
with tears in my eyes and i'm lost in music... caught in a trap.'
'no turning back?'
how sad. and yet, free. free, like the bluebird flying high..okay then..
i could do this. i stood there, for a while, trying to
think what sort of music a yeti would like, and thinking how odd it was that
it had called me darling.
i hoped it wasn't coming on to me. i hoped it wouldn't try and sex me up
the bum. i still had a horrible stubble rash from the last time i had sex
with an ape.
i picked my song, quickly, and launched into it.. these are hard times. i
wanted a good song. something about reconciliation. i picked a song by
melanie, called 'beautiful people'.
Beautiful People
You live in the same world as I do
But somehow I never noticed
You before today
I'm ashamed to say
Beautiful people
We share the same back door
And it isn't right
We never met before
But then
We may never meet again
If I weren't afraid you'd laugh at me
I would run and take all your hands
And I'd gather everyone together for a day
And when we gathered
I'll pass buttons out that say
Beautiful people
Then you'd never have to be alone
'Cause there'll always be someone
With the same button on as you
Include him in everything you do.
Beautiful people
You ride the same subway
As I do
every morning
That's got to tell you something
We've got so much in common
I go the same direction that you do
So if you take care of me
Maybe I'll take care of you
Beautiful people
You look like friends of mine
And it's about time
That someone said it here and now
I make a vow that some time, somehow
I'll have a meeting
Invite everyone you know
I'll pass out buttons to
The ones who come to show
Beautiful people
Never have to be alone
'Cause there'll always be someone
With the same button on as you
and you can wear it upside down*
Include him in everything you do
He may be sitting right next to you
He may be beautiful people too
And if you take care of him
Maybe he'll take care of you
And if you take care of him
Maybe I'll take care of you...
cause all of the beautiful people do
and you're all beautiful people too.
blimey... that was good. i was feeling refreshed, invigorated... and kind
of horny. i sidled up to my new friend
'do you wanna funk? won't you tell me now?'
'...'
'if you wanna funk, let me show you how..'
'...'
'...'
'....no. thank you. but, no.'
and, with that, the Singing Sasquatch grunted again, and left the house. i
ran to the door.. i screamed 'don't leave me this way! i can't exist!!'
too late. he'd gone. but i still shouted behind him...
'that's right... bugger off!! bugger off to thessonaliki and visit dimitra
daisy, for all i care!'
and i went back inside. wanking and staring at the wall just didn't feel
the same any more.
i sat, and thought about it. i felt jealous. a semi-mythical minstrel,
wandering the earth. he'd never fail like common people, never watch his
life slide out of view
and dance
and drink
and fail to get a screw.
i wondered where he might go next.
i turned on the television
nobody was really saying anything of interest
i fell asleep.
i hope you're happy, you beautiful people.
xx
ian
* this line of the post is made up. the rest is all true.
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(Sorry if this comes out looking all garbled, I'm a newbie to Sinister. Please keep in mind this report was written before the "campaign to disarm Iraq" began.)
Hi!
You might remember over a month ago the band wanted a couple fans to act as "reporters" for the DVD they're compiling. Remember? One was Stuart Gardiner (Big Stu) and the other one was a gal from NYC? Well, I'm the gal, the American perspective. Sorry I'm such a lazy thing about reporting back my take on the Glasgow adventure. All this waiting around for the bomb to drop on NYC has taken away my motivation to get stuff done. Besides, Big Stu did such a fantastic job with his report that there's really not much else to add. (Yo, Stu! Hope you're well and scoring lots of points on and off the korfball court!)
It's a good thing Big Stu came through as reporter because I sure as hell don't remember too much. Coming from NYC, I had major jet lag the three days I was there. Oddly, watching unstimulating Scottish television (i.e., reruns of American sitcoms) at three o'clock in the morning didn't help fix my insomnia. I was able to stay awake during the day with huge doses of caffeine, alcohol, and adrenaline. Thank goodness I took pictures and know how to surf the internet or else I'd really be at a loss.
So, Big Stu already broke down how the interviews were conducted. Thursday, we interviewed individually Richard and Stuart. Friday, we interviewed Chris and Sarah, Stevie, and then Mick and Bobby. So, here's my take on the interviews. Warning: I am a girl so there will be references to fashion:
Richard is such a charming bloke. He wore a Conan O'Brien t-shirt and blue jeans. He sipped tea as he sat in a big comfy chair at director Blair's place. He also smoked a little bit. (Lord, give him the strength to quit! I truly believe he wants to!) He definitely has the interview thing down pat. It was so fun to watch a pro in action. As was the case with all the interviews, though, most of the bandmembers' personalities came out when the cameras weren't rolling. This was most apparent with Richard, for whatever reason. He's the one I would most like to go back and interview again because he is extremely funny and I'm afraid we, the reporters, didn't do the best job to bring out that side of Richard during the interview.
Next, Stuart. At first, he seemed a bit shy. He politely asked me how my flight was, which was, in my case, the usual icebreaker for all bandmembers. He definitely grew more comfortable with us once he took off his Hill Street Blues t-shirt (which confirmed my theory that Mike Post is indeed an influence - just kidding!) and put on his blue and white-striped pajamas. He drank his tea out of a Dukes of Hazzard mug. (Who would have thought Stuart was a Good Ol' Boy.) I got to watch him shave. I got to hand him his bottle of Coca-Cola. I got to see him "bathe." Ahhh, bliss... He also answered some questions, but, who cares about that stuff? I saw Stuart in his pajamas and in the bath. (Okay, he wasn't completely naked, but I did get to see some chest hair! Yeehaw!)
Friday we interviewed Chris and Sarah at the Belgian bar and restaurant Brel on the charming Ashton Lane. Sarah, wearing a dark blue sweater and a t-shirt with some wordage on it that I didn't fully get to see, got there first. It had been her birthday a couple days before so we wished her a happy birthday. Chris arrived looking dandy-ish in his trench coat and Burberry scarf. I had a flakey moment and introduced myself to Chris, who said, "Yea, we met yesterday at the studio." Doh! (Then I remembered Chris getting all down and dirty with his equipment at the studio. Nothing's more attractive than a person involved with their passion. Oh my!) Again, I'm in agreement with Mr. Gardiner: This was my favorite interview. With Blair's direction (he would throw in his own questions every now and then), the conversation seemed to flow much more, um, conversationally. Having Chris and Sarah together really worked out well. And they both were so nice and very candid with us.
Break for lunch! I got to spend a little quality time with the enigmatic Cameraman Jim. He took me to get lunch at a place he said had "the best pizza" in Glasgow. The skeptical New Yawker in me came out, Good pizza in Scotland? Yeah, right. Well, by golly, this Little Italy on Byres Road has damn good pizza. Good call, Jim! I asked him if he was a fan of B&S. He said he had heard of them but wasn't all that familiar with their music. He got hired on to do the project because he knew Blair through a film workshop they're involved in. Very cool.
Next interview was Stevie in his car as he's driving. Stevie, looking like a young Elvis Costello, was smartly dressed in a white shirt and black sweater ensemble with dark slacks. Black-rimmed specs to frame his eyes. I'm afraid I had a hard time staying focused during this interview. If you're going to put a person who is already suffering from jet lag in the backseat of a car and drive the car up and down a deserted road over and over again and speak with a thick Scottish burr, you're gonna get some mental flakiness from that person. So, my apologies to Big Stu for my fading away and, thus, putting the pressure on you to keep the questions coming. And, my apologies to Stevie for my flakey questions. I'm sorry that I had to ask you what film you were talking about when you were so obviously talking about Storytelling. Again, Doh!
Mick and Bobby at a very cold Kelvingrove park sorta near Stewart Fountain. What can I say? Well, for starters, it was damn cold out there. Thanks for the tea, Blair! I suggested we should conduct the interview in bed ala John and Yoko. Bobby laughed and said, "Bert and Ernie." Hahaha! I guess you had to be there. Anyway, I had no idea Bobby was so cute. Where have I been? I'm sorry, ladies, but Jon Bon Jovi has some competition now. (I admit I have a crush on JBJ.) And, was he ever so sweeeet! And, then Mick! Talk about adorable in his little cap with the big blue dots on it. I just wanted to gobble him up! (Whoa, Nellie!) Those boys made me proud to be a girl. We did that interview thing and then we hit Nice 'N' Sleazy for a couple pints, where we also got to hang out with Allen, the moonwalking drum tech.
After N 'n' S, Stuart took us to dinner at "the winner of Most Stylish Bar at Scottish Style Awards 2002," Tempus at CCA. That's where the group therapy session occurred that Big Stu mentioned. Then, we went to see the Camera Obscura gig at that church hall. The band opening was The Ladybug Transistor from my neck of the woods, Brooklyn. I couldn't resist a big shout out to my homies. I found out later that LT lives, like, right across the park from me. You know who I'll be stalking now.
The next morning I went with Katrina, who from now on I shall refer to as The Goddess, to the Not In Our Name Mr. Blair March and Rally. Now, I don't consider myself a political person so this was quite a new experience for me. It was fascinating seeing all the different groups come together and march peacefully through the streets of Glasgow. There was Youth Against the War, Muslim Association of Britain, Scottish Socialist Party, even Goths Against War. I felt some anti-American sentiment, mainly anti-Bush and U.S. government foreign policy. I couldn't help feel a little downhearted that people really hate the president of my country. I didn't vote for the man, but he does represent where I'm from. And, it scares me that this former businessman has proclaimed the U.S. an empire and we all know what happens to empires. They fall. I'm not looking forward to the fall. So, to assuage my fears and feelings of outsider inferiority, I focused my attention on Glasgow and the city !
streets I hadn't gotten to see properly yet. The Goddess played tour guide and told me all about the history of some of the buildings and city sections. It was a beautiful day.
That night, The Goddess and I were invited by Stuart to a place I believe is called The Chateau, an arts and music complex in what seemed like the hinterlands of Glasgow. The Goddess and I arrived and, being thirsty, headed straight for the alcohol closet where they were selling some lame American label beer. Thankfully, Stevie was there to share his Stella Artois. Now, for you non-Scottish kids out there, it seems that at these types of events there's always a tea stand. It's sorta like a lemonade stand but with tea. I think we should institute something like this everywhere, especially here in the States. Of course, Starbucks will probably catch on and will want to sponsor the stands, but we should try to get away with it as long as possible anyway. Now, the band that Stuart was very excited about The Goddess and me seeing is called Franz Ferdinand. Don't forget that name, folks, because they're brilliant. Don't ask me who they sounded like just take my word for it.
Afterwards, Stuart, Stevie, The Goddess and I climbed into a cab and headed back to what seemed more like the civilization known as central Glasgow. Stuart had to go home because he had choir practice in the morning (yea, whatever) so it was Stevie's turn to play the gentleman host. He took me and The Goddess dancing at Divine at the Glasgow School of Art. I think that's where we went. It was such a blast! I tried to do my best soul sister and I think I succeeded because all these young college students kept looking at me and coming on to me on the dance floor. I mean, I had to practically push them away. Wait, come to think of it, they may have just been trying to get me to move off the dance floor. Hmm...
The next day I was back in NYC. It was a very wham! bam! thank you band! trip. I second Big Stu's emotion - the bandmembers are incredibly nice and down-to-earth people. They all expressed how fortunate they feel to be able to do what they are doing. When asked where they saw the band going, they all were just concerned with the next album. No masterplan here, folks. Very refreshing. Of course, I was kinda hoping to get some more dirt on the band, but there wasn't much. They're very clean people. Stuart in particular seems to enjoy a good bath.
Sarah Thurmond
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Hi All,
Shoot The Sexual Athlete
This titbit comes courtesy of my Modern Literature Professor, Peter Miller,
soon to take up his chair at Cambridge. Just short of the halfway point of
the novel 'The Anatomy School' by Bernard MacLaverty* the phrase "Shoot the
Sexual Athlete" occurs. I'm not going to give all the plot of the book here,
suffice to say that the reference has to do with running & wanking. So no
change there then. *Avid Belle And Sebastian scholars will recognise this
surname as being that of IYFS' cover star - Bernard is Ciara's Dad.
Take The Skinheads Bowling
I can't attend *** ***'s Picnic & Bowling extravaganza in early April due to
going to ATP at Camber Sands to see The Fall, Public Enemy, Julian Cope &
er, a lot of other people. Probably a good thing though - I don't think I'm
a very good bowler. We went bowling last night & at one point the score
board called me a Turkey! Not very polite.
Love,
David Moore
Chelmsford, UK
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This e-mail is about up the bum sex and belle and sebastian, so stop reading
now if it offends you!
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Mark Casarotto has a more colourful sex life than I had previously
thought...
> A Sinister picnic is very much like making love to a
> beautiful woman........
>
> ........So. People who've never been to a picnic before - come
> along, BRING FRIENDS FOR REINFORCEMENTS, bring savoury
> foodstuffs
Woah! Say no more.
------
meanwhile, Robin Stout fantasied about Ken's Dream...
> Did Ken's Dream win, Carsmile? I wasn't paying attention, I'm afraid. If
it
> lived up to it's name, it probably just jumped about like a big pair of
> bouncing boobs.
aw I've always wanted a pair of bouncing boobs. In fact I'm sure I wrote a
song about it once. Which reminds me I must get to work setting up the
http://www.redbulldozers.com website which is decidedly empty at the moment.
(Currently you can read about this great band on
http://listen.to/redbulldozers )
------
BELLE AND SEBASTIAN
I am getting pre-gig fever already, it's been a long time! I wonder what
songs they'll play this time, things from Storytelling? Old Album tunes?
Songs from Peel Session? Unreleased songs????? BRAND NEW Songs???????????
I hope they'll play BRAND NEW SONGS. And
I cannot decide whether I like "Dog on Wheels" or "3..6..9 seconds of light"
more. Wait, what about "Lazy Line Painter Jane"?! Fuck a trilemma.
up the arse.
I wonder how the B&S KARAOKE DVD is getting on!
Ken
P.S.: Congratulations to Paulo! :-) It's great to be reading happy news for
a change!
P.S.S.: Speaking of Bouncing Married Boobs - WHERE IS BAPPS?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!
Need to start a-postin' dude.
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I cant keep it in any longer. Its just been annoying me all day, since I saw
the news and those kids 'protesting' on wednesday.
They weren't protesting, they were just a bunch of skiving neds who used the
walkout thing as an excuse to go and either:
bugger off home
hassle the bobbies
I mean, it just makes me maaaaaaad, when people refer to these kids like
they're legitimate protesters and use them as 'evidence' to show that
everyones against the war. They're not, they're Neds. Only like, two of them
actually cared.
And, so much for freedom of speech, what about those that are for the war.
I'm not for the war, wars not good. But, anything is better than Saddam for
the Iraqi people surely, especialy the Kurds, so why, when people like me
voice our support for the removement of Saddam, we get treated like really
filthy mucus on the bottom of a slug that looks at child porn?
Sorry. Sorry. This was completely B&S-less, I feel so wrong for sending
this, but I might as well. Its just really being annoying me lately. Um,
I'll try and save myself, um. Did 3,6,9 seconds of light come out on vinyl?
and what about Dog on Wheels? I want to get them, but I cant find them
anywhere in Edinburgh. And wouldn't it be great if Orange Juice were
suddenly reformed for the Glasgow gig eh?
Yours apologetically
Ian
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Hey all,
You may remember a long long time ago, before the world went mad, I spoke of
a girl I viewed like no other who I had come to know.
So swallow hard and listen intently, resigned beside the glow.
She's called Theresa Lovely (real name altered to protect the innocent) and
yesterday I asked for her hand in marriage. She accepted.
It seemed right, at last. When war is all you hear about, and all you think
about, it was right to create this little island of tranquility.
Thanks for your advice on how to get her ring size and which tune to dance
to first at the wedding (it's going to be "Mayfly")
I don't know when or where it will happen, but it will, and I couldn't have
chosen a more understanding, beautiful and intelligent lady. I'm a lucky
guy.
Not gloating, just beaming
Yours (but only on loan as I belong to someone else now)
Paulo
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i'll never make a proper librarian. i didn't credit my reference
the parts marked with a * were taken from an article by margaret wente,
published in the globe and mail (a canadian newspaper) on Saturday, November
23, 2002.
sadly, the online archive for that newspaper doesn't go back that far but if
you do have an interest, i can forward you the article. its worth reading.
until i read it, i was completely anti-war. i suppose i had The Certainty
too.
enough now, on with your lives
xx
ian
-----Original Message-----
From: ian <hobart(a)dimensionflip.fsnet.co.uk>
To: sinister(a)missprint.org <sinister(a)missprint.org>
Date: 20 March 2003 22:50
Subject: Sinister: only shades of grey
>unchallenged opinion is a dangerous thing. far too easily, it can
>masquerade as fact.
>
>all eyes gaze east. apart from those of the japanese, who bow to their
>buddhas and turn westerwards, regarding a thousand miles of air, perhaps
>reminding themselves, as only the japanese can, of what a bombing raid can
>lead
>to.
>
>all eyes gaze east. apart from those huddled underground in bomb shelters,
>apart from those staring across their city at distant fires and wondering
>how close the next one will be.
>
>i talk of the world crashing in on me. i wish i could escape the war.
poor
>me. i'm sick of it being everywhere i turn. poor me.
>but i can. i can turn my television off, i can stop reading my
>sinister mail, i can close my ears to the conversations around me. and i
>can go to my yoga class, as normal, and tell myself i'm connecting to the
>universe.
>its easy to get disheartened, and count your curses. right now, i feel
like
>one of the luckiest people on the planet. i'm well-fed, i'm sheltered.
i'm
>safe. i live in a democracy, where people are free to protest against the
>government without being abducted and tortured.
>
>they flew a banner for peace from the clock tower at birmingham university.
>you can see 'old joe' for miles, a great academic phallus piercing the
selly
>oak skyline. its been a while since anybody climbed the phallus. a few
>years back, two korean students climbed the spiral staircase, and flew from
>the rooftop. bad exam results. it was the end of their world.
>now, the tower is locked, or so they told us. but the banner flew anyway.
>a testament to impossibility, perhaps. echoing those impossible hopes of
>those who want the war ended.
>
>but who was looking at birmingham? we look east, at the other testaments
to
>impossibility. iraqi missiles that, officially, do not exist were dropped
>on kuwait.
>
>disarmed?
>did you really believe that, for a second??
>
>cameras gobble images greedily, and project them for their gruesomely
>fascinated audience around the world. we settle down to watch, aware that
>this will be the most captivating show of the last year, six months and
nine
>days. in between bulletins - soft drinks; lip stick; cream that visibly
>reduces wrinkles injust nine days!.. we can buy anything we want.
>
>we can buy entertainment. and what entertainment! the images are not as
>exciting as those of eighteen months ago. a few fires, shown in
>infra-red... we're used to
>bigger and better, these days. we want collapsing towers. but we're told
>that this is just the beginning. stay tuned. we'll be back right after
>these
>commercials.
>
>you learn nothing from watching explosions.. look elsewhere:
>
>a four-year-old girl, the daughter of a man who had worked for
>Saddam's psychopathic son Uday. When the man fell under suspicion, he
>fled to the Kurdish safe haven in the north. The police came for his
>wife and tortured her to reveal his whereabouts; when she didn't break,
>they took his daughter and crushed her feet. She was 2 then. Today, she
>wears metal braces on her legs, and can only hobble.*
>
>This is a regime that will gouge out the eyes of children to force
>confessions from their parents and grandparents.*
>
>the man with the megaphone chastised us for not taking action. he shouted
>that if schoolchildren, so much younger than us, could see that war was
>wrong, we as wiser, more experienced adults could surely see the same.
>an odd argument. i saw so many things as a child. everything was clear.
i
>knew i was right. in a child, this is acceptable. an adult should know
>more of subtlety, of uncertainty. any adult that is assured of their own
>correctness is a dangerous person.
>
>bush and blair are the real monsters, the man with the megaphone told me.
i
>thought of the iraqi women violated with broken glass to extract
confessions
>from their husbands. but i said nothing. you can't shout at a man with a
>megaphone. you can't attempt reasoned argument with someone with such
>certainty.
> i should have laughed in his face, but i felt too angry.
>
>inflammatory times feed inflammatory language. people talk of hate, of
>evil. people mutter about the stupidity of those who do not agree with
>them. we'd like to think we're better here, but we're not.
>
>evil...i watched the series where a girl with a good stock of one-liners, a
>sharpened stake and a huge contract from loreal can save the world... with
>the help of her lesbian witch friend, of course. it may be presented as
>fantasy but it makes as much sense as anything else to me. hell, we aren't
>doing such a great job of saving it the conventional way..
>a line from the show: 'evil is a part of us...its natural'
>and guess what i thought of?
>but you shouldn't trust your television. evil is a concept. a convenient
>word for someone who acts in a manner we cannot understand. like all
>concepts, it should never be confused with a reality.
>
>or should it? is it part of us? 600 or more people in a Parliament, and
>they voted for
>the bombs. its easy to shoot off invective, to foist absolutes upon them..
>but they voted for their own reasons. something inside them believed. not
>in george bush, but in the wisdom of removing a torturer, a mass-murderer
>and a tyrant from power.
>evil? hateful? these are the words of ann clwyd - a woman who was
fighting
>to make this a fairer world while most of us were in the crib, or the womb.
>http://www.parliament.the-stationery-office.co.uk/pa/cm200203/cmhansrd/cm03
0
> read them. now compare her to saddam.
>
>blair is the real monster? blair is evil? absolutely. gassing ones own
>people pales into insignificance next to the introduction of tuition fees.
>
>i know... i know the real reason... but i can't accept your argument.
>
>people shout from one side, people drop bombs from the other. you're
either
>with us or against us. really? is that what it comes down to? then i'm
>against you. i'm against both sides. i don't know if the certainty i've
>heard here is enviable or alarming.
>
>i can hear the television in the next room. the prime minister just spoke
>to the nation, presumably to tell us what we already know. we're going to
>hurt people.
>
>"The Pentagon predicts that the Iraq blitzkrieg could approximate the
>devastation of a nuclear explosion. "The sheer size of this has never been
>... contemplated before," one Pentagon strategist boasted to CBS News.
>"There will not be a safe place in Baghdad."
>
>what can you say to that? except that, perhaps, there never was a safe
>place in baghdad. not in our lifetimes.
>
>we talk as if we know them. we know nothing, except ourselves.
>
>i can't see their black, i thought i could, once, but i turned out to have
>my eyes closed.
>i can't see your white, either. haven't been able to for years.
>
>from here, it all looks grey.
>
>there are no absolutes.
>this, in itself, is an absolute.
>
>all the above is opinion. and you know what they say about unchallenged
>opinion.
>
>should we talk about music??
>
>ian
>
>
>
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unchallenged opinion is a dangerous thing. far too easily, it can
masquerade as fact.
all eyes gaze east. apart from those of the japanese, who bow to their
buddhas and turn westerwards, regarding a thousand miles of air, perhaps
reminding themselves, as only the japanese can, of what a bombing raid can
lead
to.
all eyes gaze east. apart from those huddled underground in bomb shelters,
apart from those staring across their city at distant fires and wondering
how close the next one will be.
i talk of the world crashing in on me. i wish i could escape the war. poor
me. i'm sick of it being everywhere i turn. poor me.
but i can. i can turn my television off, i can stop reading my
sinister mail, i can close my ears to the conversations around me. and i
can go to my yoga class, as normal, and tell myself i'm connecting to the
universe.
its easy to get disheartened, and count your curses. right now, i feel like
one of the luckiest people on the planet. i'm well-fed, i'm sheltered. i'm
safe. i live in a democracy, where people are free to protest against the
government without being abducted and tortured.
they flew a banner for peace from the clock tower at birmingham university.
you can see 'old joe' for miles, a great academic phallus piercing the selly
oak skyline. its been a while since anybody climbed the phallus. a few
years back, two korean students climbed the spiral staircase, and flew from
the rooftop. bad exam results. it was the end of their world.
now, the tower is locked, or so they told us. but the banner flew anyway.
a testament to impossibility, perhaps. echoing those impossible hopes of
those who want the war ended.
but who was looking at birmingham? we look east, at the other testaments to
impossibility. iraqi missiles that, officially, do not exist were dropped
on kuwait.
disarmed?
did you really believe that, for a second??
cameras gobble images greedily, and project them for their gruesomely
fascinated audience around the world. we settle down to watch, aware that
this will be the most captivating show of the last year, six months and nine
days. in between bulletins - soft drinks; lip stick; cream that visibly
reduces wrinkles injust nine days!.. we can buy anything we want.
we can buy entertainment. and what entertainment! the images are not as
exciting as those of eighteen months ago. a few fires, shown in
infra-red... we're used to
bigger and better, these days. we want collapsing towers. but we're told
that this is just the beginning. stay tuned. we'll be back right after
these
commercials.
you learn nothing from watching explosions.. look elsewhere:
a four-year-old girl, the daughter of a man who had worked for
Saddam's psychopathic son Uday. When the man fell under suspicion, he
fled to the Kurdish safe haven in the north. The police came for his
wife and tortured her to reveal his whereabouts; when she didn't break,
they took his daughter and crushed her feet. She was 2 then. Today, she
wears metal braces on her legs, and can only hobble.*
This is a regime that will gouge out the eyes of children to force
confessions from their parents and grandparents.*
the man with the megaphone chastised us for not taking action. he shouted
that if schoolchildren, so much younger than us, could see that war was
wrong, we as wiser, more experienced adults could surely see the same.
an odd argument. i saw so many things as a child. everything was clear. i
knew i was right. in a child, this is acceptable. an adult should know
more of subtlety, of uncertainty. any adult that is assured of their own
correctness is a dangerous person.
bush and blair are the real monsters, the man with the megaphone told me. i
thought of the iraqi women violated with broken glass to extract confessions
from their husbands. but i said nothing. you can't shout at a man with a
megaphone. you can't attempt reasoned argument with someone with such
certainty.
i should have laughed in his face, but i felt too angry.
inflammatory times feed inflammatory language. people talk of hate, of
evil. people mutter about the stupidity of those who do not agree with
them. we'd like to think we're better here, but we're not.
evil...i watched the series where a girl with a good stock of one-liners, a
sharpened stake and a huge contract from loreal can save the world... with
the help of her lesbian witch friend, of course. it may be presented as
fantasy but it makes as much sense as anything else to me. hell, we aren't
doing such a great job of saving it the conventional way..
a line from the show: 'evil is a part of us...its natural'
and guess what i thought of?
but you shouldn't trust your television. evil is a concept. a convenient
word for someone who acts in a manner we cannot understand. like all
concepts, it should never be confused with a reality.
or should it? is it part of us? 600 or more people in a Parliament, and
they voted for
the bombs. its easy to shoot off invective, to foist absolutes upon them..
but they voted for their own reasons. something inside them believed. not
in george bush, but in the wisdom of removing a torturer, a mass-murderer
and a tyrant from power.
evil? hateful? these are the words of ann clwyd - a woman who was fighting
to make this a fairer world while most of us were in the crib, or the womb.
http://www.parliament.the-stationery-office.co.uk/pa/cm200203/cmhansrd/cm030
read them. now compare her to saddam.
blair is the real monster? blair is evil? absolutely. gassing ones own
people pales into insignificance next to the introduction of tuition fees.
i know... i know the real reason... but i can't accept your argument.
people shout from one side, people drop bombs from the other. you're either
with us or against us. really? is that what it comes down to? then i'm
against you. i'm against both sides. i don't know if the certainty i've
heard here is enviable or alarming.
i can hear the television in the next room. the prime minister just spoke
to the nation, presumably to tell us what we already know. we're going to
hurt people.
"The Pentagon predicts that the Iraq blitzkrieg could approximate the
devastation of a nuclear explosion. "The sheer size of this has never been
... contemplated before," one Pentagon strategist boasted to CBS News.
"There will not be a safe place in Baghdad."
what can you say to that? except that, perhaps, there never was a safe
place in baghdad. not in our lifetimes.
we talk as if we know them. we know nothing, except ourselves.
i can't see their black, i thought i could, once, but i turned out to have
my eyes closed.
i can't see your white, either. haven't been able to for years.
from here, it all looks grey.
there are no absolutes.
this, in itself, is an absolute.
all the above is opinion. and you know what they say about unchallenged
opinion.
should we talk about music??
ian
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It was a really lovely day today. I felt quite lazy,
even though there were things to do. There are always
things to do, even when I'm not wanting things to do.
But its coming towards the end now, and the elections
are finally visable on the metaphorical horizon. I've
decided to take some time off work during dissolution,
and head down south to Englandshire, and holiday like
its 1983. Woo hoo. I know how to have a good time.
The kids were out on the streets again today.
Recently, its been like walking through the middle of
the Festival in August, when nipping out for lunch.
Only with horses - real ones with wee visors, rather
than pantomine ones.
I read Casarottos post, and may I just remind you:
Picnics are not big and not clever, but hell, they're
fun. And may I also remind you of Lucy, the punkin'
instigator, and her idea of the pre-gig picnic for May
the 17th in Glasgow. Soap, optional*.
I was sitting on the train the other day, and as the
train pulled into this rather nice little station I
saw something. The station isn't in the nicest part of
town, just one of those little suburby areas, that is
neither on the verge of town or city. Where the shops
consist of bathroom suites, furniture and mortgage
lenders. It had a little white picket fence around the
station, which I always thought was a rather quaint
touch. And there was this man, with his pink thingy
out, taking a slash. I looked before I had chance to
turn my head in disgust. Why do men have to pee
outdoors? Is it some caveman territorial marking
thing? Whats the point in having urinals in toilets
indoors, when they always end up going outdoors
anyway? Maybe its out of consideration for the people
who work in places and have to clean the toilets. But
I wish he could have gone behind a bush or something,
so I didn't have to see it.
I've been trying to get hold of an Aislers Set record,
from somewhere. My local record shops don't seem to
stock it. Grr.
I apologise. I'm rambling now and I've become dull in
my old age.
love
idles
*Its Glasgow, afterall. THAT WAS A JOKE.
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Sorry for another war post if you get aggravated please stop here....
I'm always envious of everyone who protest or debate and has such a strong
opinion about this whole Iraq mess. because I've been so wavering it's very
disheartening.
People say killing and violence are bad and they are. but what would you do
if you saw a little kid being kicked by some roughs. You'd try to stop it.
even if you had to hurt the roughs.
Now i'm not saying that that analogy is appropiate for this topic but the
idea behind it is. The idea that sometimes other people force you to
violence.
I wasn't thrilled about this from the begining because I don't really
believe in the current administration, but oddly enough I was comforted by
Tony Blair supporting it.. He's labour and he's always been accused of
waffling (much like clinton was unjustly accused of) but he's really showing
the courage of his convictions despite the serious risk if not the death of
his political career.
The Opposition from other governments didn't bother me either. I could
explain away the french very easily as they'd be losing access to alot of
very cheap oil.
This war in iraq could cause problems for the US for years and years (say if
the "new" country elects a fundamentalist leader) or it could actually
stablize the region a little (if they elect a moderate democratic leader).
either way afterward the iraqi oil should go to the iraqi people
I don't think i'd lose any sleep if Saddam Hussein was arrestted or killed.
He's more than shown his disregard for the human race. so at it's heart the
goal of removing his government isn't one I can opposed harshly enough to
protest against.
Maybe i'm overly idealistic but i believe the US and UK armed forces aren't
out to kill civillians.
And please don't simplifiy arguements by chanting no blood for oil. This
isn't an empire expanding exercise to gain more oil. there's plenty of oil
in alaska and texas that the US hasn't even touched yet.. (thou' bush wants
to drill in alaska bad bad)
As much as I dislike Bush I do think he sees a wealthy (and that's where the
oil comes in) Saddam Hussein as a threat, it might be wrong, Saddam Hussein
might only be a threat to his own people, or his neighbors (If it came down
to waiting for Iraq to invade a neighbor again I'd surely vote to wait...but
then again I don't live in a neighboring country) but he's shown a psychotic
side to him that wouldn't make it a stretch for him to sell very bad weapons
who would use him, even if he wouldn't use them himself.
There's book i read called "special providence" by Walter Russell Mead..
it's an interesting take on US foreign Policy and it breaks it up in four
ways
Jeffersonian - Leave the world alone, let's all farm and produce what we
need without interphering or interacting with the rest of the world.
very Isolationist..
My comments --this aspect is really deeply embedded in the psyche of
americans, but it hasn't been used in practice since before World War I
Jacksonian - The world is a bad place, people are out to get us, we must
strike preemptively at threats to our way of life.
MC -- this is what's going on now, September 11 really shocked alot of
politicians mainly already conservative ones but Blair is an example of it's
effect on liberal ones as well. This is the motivation in my opinion for the
current Iraq war.
Hamiltonian -- We need to encourage global trade and commerce and need to
protect our interests abroad if they are threatened but main we should keep
to ourselves.
MC -- this is mainly what policy the US follows historically. Clinton was
this with a bit of the next...
Wilsonian -- We live by the best system in the world, we need to spread free
market democracy everywhere we can, encourage it to grown and challenge it's
opponents..
MC-- by far the most idealistic, helping the underdog ETC...
I'm not sure why i'm rambling on like this... I know it doesn't make sense..
I've always been someone to try to consider all the other view points. and
in this case I can't intrinsicly say which is right and which is wrong. .I
guess in this world there's too much gray.
thanks for reading if you...did.
I'd love to hear from you..
sorry for clogging bandwidth.
peace
jeff.
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>"How many times must the cannonballs fly, before
>they're forever banned"
>
>I feel an apology is in order to everyone, because
>this is another post that may slightly more than touch
>on the subject of war.
>
>My views on this much discussed subject are simple. It
>seems to me that intentionally taking away the life of
>another human being is fundamentally wrong (certainly
>if they're unwilling, we can save euphanasia debates
>for a rainy day). Forget about hypocritical
>politicians, forget about oil, the simple fact is that
>people will die. By this, I mean all of the people
>that will die. Including those doing the killing in
>the first place.
>
>A lot of people took part in both protests, and
>"protests" today where I live. During breaktime at
>school a number of people from other schools showed
>up, presumably in an attempt to increase their numbers
>(I suspect this may have been a "protest" rather than
>a protest). This didn't please the staff at my school
>much, neither did the ensuing attempt by a fairly
>small number of people deciding not to attend lessons.
>I do feel that these gestures were more to get out of
>lessons than due to an actual opposition to war,
>although that is of course a generalisation, and I'm
>sure some of the people were very genuine.
>
>Three fire engines showed up shortly after this, after
>someone decided that setting the fire alarm off would
>be an excellent idea for a protest. I wasn't entirely
>convinced, and I have to think that a lesson on
>gas-liquid chromatography may have been more useful...
>
>Reading through what I've just written, I fear I may
>not actually have said much, so I apologise for that.
>But I do think its important for everyone to let
>people know how they feel. Just hopefully in a more
>appropriate way than setting fire alarms off (rumours
>also suggested that protestors set fire to BHS,
>although I think that may be from rather unreliable
>sources, and quite what anit-war protestors have
>against BHS I don't know. any ideas anyone?).
>
>Finally, on an entirely unrelated note, Ballboy are
>playing on John Peel tonight, and I do suggest that
>listening may be enjoyable (this isn't as unrelated to
>B&S as it may first appear, allow me to explain.
>Ballboy are fairly heavily influenced by hefner, and
>an early hefner single (or EP?) had someone from B&S
>(can't quite remember who) playing keyboards on the
>B-side. a tenuous link I agree).
>
>Thanks for reading this, its a nice feeling that I may
>have shared my views with some other people (even if
>no-one reads this, I'll think they have). Perhaps our
>representatives in london will have a sudden change of
>heart. We live in hope.
>
>The answer is blowing in the wind.
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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 +-+
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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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