Ey Sinister,
How are you all doing? Good I hope.
School is treating me good right now, we ARE doing
geomentry which I suck at, but what the hell! I get to
spend nine weeks on doing an essay about Swedihs
literature history during the 20th century (well you
had to do about something in Swedish history during the
20th century, so I only came up with the
literature-thingy). We're going to record in a studio
soon for my aesthetics class (which quite obviously is
music). I wish I could take arts too though. Ah.
Today someone said I looked like I lost weight. I like
to believe that, even though I ate so much chocolate
today that I deserve to burn in hell or something.
I mean, the second stock of chocolate I bought today
was because I got an instantcrush on a boy walking home
from the bus and then I had to go in the very small
shop and he was picking out sweets so I bought some
chocolate. Oh well. I might as well eat it. Hehe.
A shout out to my people: Francisco, Miss Alex, Ken Chu
(just to get popular with him, haha).
I keep having nightmares where my mother walks out on
me, or gets angry with me. I'm only 16, I shouldn't
have those dreams. Hmmm. But I also dreamt I was
wearing white leggings with red cherries on them so
maybe I should just ignore them.
On friday I'm going skiing for the day in a place
called Romme, with my school. Hurrah! it's always so
much fun.
Watch out in the slope for me. I will fall into a lot
of people, as usual.
Take care,
love n pancaces
Astrid x
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So I was thinking, you know, about this and that, and I decided that I don't
know much about anything. I've always wanted to know about the stars and the
planets and the shape of the universe. I knew a man once who was a proper
genius and he could tell you the weight of Saturn and the names of the
phases of the moon. I wish I could do that. If you were to go for a walk
with me under a deep blue star speckled sky, and if I were feeling in an
especially romantic mood, we might have a conversation that went like this:
Me: Oh look, up in the sky, it's Orion, can you see?
You: You mean where those three stars are in a row?
Me: Yes, that's right, those are his belt. Over there's the Plough: the one
that looks like a saucepan.
You: Oh, yes I see. It's not much like a plough is it?
Me: No. "The saucepan" would be much better, but I don't suppose the Greeks
had those when they named them. They were all eating roast boar, I imagine,
and didn't care much for boiled potatoes.
You: What's that one up there? It looks like a teapot.
Me: Erm, I don't know. That one down there, though, is Orion's dog, erm,
Dennis.
You: (dubiously) Oh. What's that funny squareish one over there? It looks a
bit like a plastic bag.
Me: I don't know.
You: It's really big, though.
Me: Yes, well, erm.. Oh look! Over there! A hegehog!
I'd end up being exposed, as usual, for the know-nothing sausage-brain I
really am. The same could be said on the subject of books. I love books. I
love their pages and their smell. I like to run my fingers down their
spines. I like the way letters and words form faces and patterns, ripples on
a sand dune, cracks in a cellar wall. But I wouldn't say I know much about
books. I don't read enough. I spent last Wednesday night laughing about the
same joke on the same page, without turning over. An attitude like that will
get me nowhere.
Don't ask me about music, either. My cd collection almost reaches the roof
and is in danger of toppling and burying me, but I couldn't tell you who
they sound like, or who plays the drums on this one or that. At a pub quiz
you may as well send me off to the bar when it's the music round.
Now my record player, I understand that. A needle and a spinning groove.
Take it all apart and put it back together with superglue. I can cope with
that, but it's not much use to anyone else.
So what got me thinking about all these things was a conversation I had in a
pub in Nottingham with a Dirty Vicar who had earlier been DJing some truly
uncompromising sounds. He'd been drinking a bit and his dog-collar had
slipped a little, but seemed all together to be quite a top fella and far
more with it than I was. He asked me about Sinister. "Oh look!" I said,
"Over there! A hedgehog! A hog in a hedge!". But it didn't fool him and he
asked me again. I had to confess I didn't know much. I mean, I met the
Pinefox once, but I couldn't understand what he said. I'm no expert on
anything. I told him about this and that, about that and this, but i
couldn't tell him much and think i probably made a lot of it up. I felt a
bit of a fraud. But then, it occurred to me this morning that no one is an
expert on these things. It's not just me. And there's nothing to really be
an expert on. I mean, all you need to know is right there in your inbox,
isn't it?
I've just come off the phone after booking a ticket for the B+S/Delgados gig
in May. The man I spoke to was quite scary, but the hold music they played
helped to calm me down. I guess I'll see lots of you there, including, with
a bit of luck, Paulo, who is my new favourite sinister person ever. I'm also
hoping to hop over to Edinburgh for a bit, killing two birds with the same
jet engine, so to speak, so i'll prolly see some of you edinburgh types too,
with a bit of luck.
auf wiedersehn
r o b i n x
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So I attended my 1st Winchester Club On Friday and had a braw time. So
thanks to Juce and ally & co, ya done a fine job!
Glasgow is apparently the safest city in the UKto live in. . . Well, after 5
murders at the weekend I'm not so sure. In fact what's your alibi Matt from
Mobile?! (He just looks the type to me ;)
All that and the water tower here in Drumchapel was all lit up on Thursday
in psychedelic colours. (Great move, I mean bugger Crptosuridium, we will
give ya something nice to look at as yer ill. Something to ponder as yer
arse resembles a well chewed orange.
And the fitba, well. . .
cheers
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Outside Virgin Records in Sheffield City Centre seems to be the kids new
meeting place. Shooed from the steps of the City Hall by the police they
gather there now in loose bunches, all hugs and skateboards and hooded tops
they clamour and languish - a big middle finger to the uninterested
shoppers. Often Ive thought about taking their picture and taking it back
home to Birmingham to show to the sk8er kids there who hang around the town
hall steps. I think everywhere has them; hordes of the disenfranchised all
stuck swearing at the dismal March skies. Often Ive thought about taking
their picture, as I say, but never more so than on Monday I was walking
past Virgin Records, a troupe of them there draped variously over one of the
benches, grinning, one of them, more a postcard punk type than nu-metaller,
replete with tartan trousers and a Mohawk (Im seeing more and more of those
at the moment), pulled up the sleeve of his tatty leather jacket. My eyes,
and the eyes of his friends were immediately drawn to the five or six inch
or so long cuts running horizontally across his arms, he kept grinning,
seemed proud even eyes agog, the girl sitting right next to him on the
bench looked horrified, the scarred arm directly in front of her she turned
her gaze up to him but didnt say anything. What on Earth could you say to
that anyway? A bit later I walked past them again on the way back from
wherever it is I had been going (I cant rightly recall myself) and they
were laughing away in mock combat, as though nothing out of the ordinary had
happened at all.
This post, by the way, is dedicated to people who are on the list but have
never posted, or those who post once after theyve just gotten out of the
nursery something along the lines of Hi Im Keith from Stourbridge, Ive
just been given a voice, am very nervous, well bye! Oh p.s. I love Belle and
Sebastian! and are never heard from again, and to those who post once every
six months or so saying something like I only post every six months so
Ill see you again in six months. This post is for all of you. I dont mean
to sound disdainful here at all, though I can see how it could be
interpreted like that, but thats not my intention at all.
Im going to tell you a bit about my day yesterday then, it was quiet for a
Saturday, you know how it is sometimes. I went out with the intention of
changing my train tickets for next Wednesday to the following Friday
instead. The station was pretty empty by the time I arrived, and everyone
inside mysteriously dry which contrasted pleasantly with my dripping wet
you might say that everyone else took umbrellas out with them, or had hoods,
I cant help it if my hood doesnt fit properly. Im starting to like
Sheffield station more and more, part of the reason I went out was to mooch
about there for a bit and sort of try to take in the ebb and flow of people
its nice to think that theyve got somewhere to get to, perhaps even
somewhere important, perhaps even somewhere crucial. The trip wasnt a
success though, the station was mostly empty, perhaps the rain had kept
people in, reigned them in you might say, but luckily that meant I didnt
have to queue. Unluckily I couldnt change the tickets, apparently you have
to do that seven days in advance of travelling I protested weakly saying
that it is seven days Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday, putting up a finger for each day, but the ticket lady was
having none of it. I might still stay until Friday though, all the cool kids
are fleecing British Rail nowadays arent they? Theres a poster about it
and everything. Apparently when Richard Ashcroft left The Verve, or
disbanded them or whatever it was he took to jumping fares on trains for a
time because he couldnt feel grounded anywhere I read that somewhere.
Its a pity his music isnt up to much really, because thats a nice thought
hard to imagine Ashcroft as a sort of nu-Kerouac though, isnt it? A new
psuedo-intellectual horizon with each actual one. Or maybe not so hard,
there are certain similarities arent there? I think so. Itd be good if
Richard did an album based on the life of Kerouac I think he could call it
Big Slur. Ha ha ha. Ive been unfair to them both as well, havent I? Well
never mind because theres more on the way up to the station there was yet
another anti-war protest sort of doggedly taking place, if you can unite
everyone under your banner even given the persistent rain then it might give
even more impetus and solidarity to your protest, but it seemed the
Sheffield coalition couldnt quite manage that. There were a few soggy
hardcorists sticking at it, standing right next to the Big Issue seller with
his dreary monotone voice, perhaps he deserves a bit more sympathy himself,
not in a we should be looking after our own way, nothing as crass as that
but given the proliferation of all this gushing support for the anti war
movement, perhaps its time for the proper left (imagine those scare
quotes much, much bigger, Im not sure how to change the font size mid-flow
at the moment) to take a step back and wonder quite what its motives are
now. Ive almost forgotten myself. Are those brave souls who help up their
Daily Mirror placards in London a few weeks ago on the same side as the
people whove been on about Iraq and oil and whatever else for years now?
Thats not meant to be a loaded question, nor one which is derogatory to
either side really, but this is again maybe where binary breaks down. Only
10 types of people. Ha. I wanted to get a photo of those bedraggled
protesters because I thought they looked a bit removed from whatever the
popular face of this protest has become, so I went off up to Boots and
bought a film, but by the time I got back they had dissipated, leaving the
Big Issue seller more or less on his own again, lethargically intoning the
same laconic phrases over and over and over, like the locked groove at the
end of Metal Machine Music. Its probably something of a cliché in certain
circles, but wouldnt it be great to have that played at your funeral, side
four of MMM? Imagine everyone filing out the church as that same loop
churned on and on, the faint play of the sun through stained-glass windows
yet further fragmented through black lace. Thatd be lovely. Thinking a bit
more about John Cage too, I wanted to share this poem with you, its called
Opening the Cage:
14 variations on 14 words
I have nothing to say and I am saying it and that is poetry.
John Cage
I have to say poetry and is that nothing and am I saying it
I am and I have poetry to say and is that nothing saying it
I am nothing and I have poetry to say and that is saying it
I that am saying poetry have nothing and it is I and to say
And I say that I am to have poetry and saying it is nothing
I am poetry and nothing and saying it is to say that I have
To have nothing is poetry and I am saying that and I say it
Poetry is saying I have nothing and I am to say that and it
Saying nothing I am poetry and I have to say that and it is
It is and I am and I have poetry saying say that to nothing
It is saying poetry to nothing and I say I have and am that
Poetry is saying I have it and I am nothing and to say that
And that nothing is poetry I am saying and I have to say it
Saying poetry is nothing and to that I say I am and have it
Its very apt I think. It makes me wonder though, stuff like that and maybe
John Barth as well my old English teacher said more than once that he
preferred poems that sounded great when spoken aloud, full of bombast I
suppose he was referring specifically to Tennysons The Revenge and WH
Audens As I Walked Out One Evening as I recall. But which is more
satisfying, laughing at the lit-crit jokes and digs in John Barth or your
voice cracking, plein demotion, as you soar through a reading of Lines
Written above Tintern Abbey? And what of Barths love for Don Quixote
The Odyssey et al, not to mention that the most straight-down-the-line
bits of his are easily among his best, and what of Cages love for the
didacticism of Thoreau? As Cage himself puts it Which is more musical,
the sound of a truck passing a music school or the sound of a truck passing
a factory?
Today was another lovely day though, its so nice to be able to get up late
and still feel like youve done a whole days worth of stuff. Talk of spring
being in the air was a bit deflated after yesterdays downpour, but it was
back in style today and with a blustery vengeance. Though as I write this
there are a few streaks of rain forming against my window. Alas. Better now
than earlier on though I suppose. I went for another long, aimless walk,
Ive worked out the routes that all but ensure I wont meet anyone I know
its better that way. Todays one took me down to the park and along the
river I wondered vaguely if its the same river that Jarvis Cocker talks
about in that song offve We Love Life I forget the name now (is it
Wickerman?), the long one in the middle of the record anyway I expect it
isnt the same river, but you never know do you? Im sure Ive been past
that particular river, the one in the song, just down the road from The
Leadmill, which he mentions in the song as well, but I dont know if thats
the same one I walked beside today. Its good to be able to place these
things, you know? I remember a few years back when I bought Plones For
Beginner Piano (from what I gather Plone have taken something of a
permanent hiatus from making music, a bit like Pulp you might say, which is
a real shame I think) and put it on my walkman on the bus home the first
tune on the record is called On My Bus and Plone are from Birmingham you
see, just like I am. So there I was, on a bus, listening to a tune called
On My Bus and who knows, it might even have been written about the very
same bus route that I was on. It seemed like an appropriate soundtrack,
though perhaps I only thought that because of the context, probably a bit of
both. I like the idea of laptoptronica being a sort of new folk music, I
forget whose idea it is, probably a lot of peoples, its a good idea, and
Plone are, or were, a bit like that. Maybe its hard to imagine them as the
musical accompaniment to the industrial heartlands of Birmingham, to rows of
houses with doors that step right out onto the pavement, but they seem
entirely appropriate as a reaction to those pre-fab units that seem to
spring up in about five minutes, their flimsiness and brute ugliness. Its
such a shame that no one bothers building those lovely factories anymore,
the sort that would have Kieran Devaney and sons or whoever the owner was,
incorporated somewhere into the brickwork who wouldnt want their name
enshrined like that? So many of those buildings are sitting unused, which is
a shame. Unsafe I suppose though. Attention to that kind of detail is
important though I think. Plone understand that, but they also know that
sometimes its ok if the details get overlooked in the great grand gush of
pop music.
- Kieran
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Well, it takes a lot to get me out of lurkdom these days, but this sure
caught my eye... Just my luck that one of my favourite bands is playing in
San Fran the week before I'm flying out there, still you can't have
everything!
I'll be in Santa Cruz from 11th till 15th then San Fran till 21st, so if any
North Cal sinistrines could let me know where's good to stay or go of an
evening or even want to meet up for a beer then drop me a mail (OFF LIST of
course!)
Cheers
Sketcher
>From: Ian Connelly <ian(a)pry.com>
>Reply-To: Ian Connelly <ian(a)pry.com>
>To: <sinister(a)missprint.org>
>Subject: Sinister: aislers, san francisco spring is summeriffic
>Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2003 12:36:23 -0800 (PST)
>
>anyone else on the list going to see the aislers set in san francisco
>tonight? probably a long shot, but who knows. but there'll be a group of
>us downing beer and bourbon at the edinburgh castle around the corner
>before the doors open. there was a great write-up of the aislers in the
>local paper this week featuring a quote from stevie jackson calling them
>'one of the best bands in america.'
>
>http://www.sfweekly.com/issues/2003-03-05/music.html/1/index.html
>
>i'm sitting here today 'working from home,' which is a marvellous idea and
>which everyone who's compelled to work should do once a week. you can do
>it with your shoes off. you can do it with your own pot of
>industrial-strength coffee. you can do it with henry's dress playing at an
>indiscreet volume. you can do it whilst two manic housecats fighting for
>dominance use you as an obstacle in their steeplechase. i'm dishevelled
>and a bit hungover from band practice and dj-ing last night - it was my
>friend's last night dj-ing at Radio over in oakland, and he let me on the
>tables for a dizzying hour or so. most of what i played was crap, but
>'eighties fan' sounded incredible at high volume in the crowded bar.
>
>ah, i've had enough 'work' for the morning. off into the sunshine of the
>castro in search of lunch.
>
>ian
>
>
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As it is the season of final papers and such, I imagine this e-mail will
contain political science-style citations, though I can't say for certain.
I. Chicago, Illinois.
Stine (C. Irene 7.3.03) says, "this year i think a group of friends and I
are going to go to this place called Gaelic Park. Apparently all of the
hip Irish Chicagoans go there."
Well, as neither Irish nor Chicagoan, but rather of Irish descent and from
the general Chicago area, I couldn't say for certain whether that's true.
What I can say for certain is that I'll be In Chicago! on the 17th March,
as that is the day my plane from Minnesota lands at the airport for spring
break. This should be an exciting event for me; I've only ever seen the
river turned green on television, and also I'll be going to see the Streets
live and in person that very day. I'm sure other adventures will make
themselves known to me in future, but for now the part about being in
Chicago again after, um, a month, is the part that I like the best about
this.
II. How to Be Popular.
I seem to have joined the blog webring which idleberry (R.^Sec 24.2.03) is
in the business of maintaining. Although my blog is not yet the most
popular site on the inter-web, I think that should probably happen in a
week or two.
III. Recent Weather Occurrences.
Many mentions of snow have occurred in passing lately (C. Irene 7.3.03;
rrrrobyn 7.3.03). Unfortunately, I cannot yet add to that number, as
lately I've been jealous of the snow others have gotten whilst here all we
get is cold weather and everyone, myself included, getting sick from it.
However! we're supposed to get a bunch more snow tonight, which makes up
for it a little. I'll have to spend all my Saturday inside, though, asking
trivia questions to people and awarding them points if they answer
correctly. That's the sort of thing I do with my weekends. Only usually I
have to answer them myself. This generally doesn't have anything to do
with the weather, although sometimes there are questions about clouds.
IV. The Aislers Set.
I don't get to see them play live due to the miracle of birth, and the fact
that it occurred seven months too late for me to be 21 on time to get in.
But I finally got the copy of the new album I ordered like three weeks ago,
and I like it quite a bit. It reminds me in parts of the movie
"Breathless" for some reason, and anything that makes me think of the
French New Wave must be good. I think I'll listen to it again now.
In conclusion, the football season I'm playing on the Nintendo right now
isn't going as well as it was at first. But I should write a paper anyway.
In like a lion, out like a lamb,
-kevin
Sources Cited*
Irene, Christine. "Hello, My name is Nora Barnacle." Sinister, 7th March
2003.
Retro^Sec. "picnics, anthems, and blog rings." Sinister, 24th February
2003.
rrrrobyn. "you know me, i take nothing seriously." Sinister, 7th March
2003.
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Hi everyone. I haven't posted in awhile. I figured
you were all missing me desperately. :o)
THIS ISN"T ART FOR ARTS SAKE, THIS IS ART FOR FUCKS
SAKE!
I love that quote. Gavin Friday said that back in the
day when he was an angry youth from the northside of
Dublin. I must say that I have gotten very into the
Virgin Prunes of late though.
Speaking of Ireland (for a change :o), i found a
lovely web site the other day. it is a gaelic
translation page. It gives various menus; ie: saying,
greetings, colours, etc. Then there are audio files
of this man saying everything, so as to get the
pronunciation right. It also has a list of places
where you can get information on places in your area
to take courses in gaelic. I am so tempted to enroll,
i am also horrified. there just seems to be no sense
of phonetics there. it scares me. I should be more
like Dirty vicar, he is always taking classes on how
to speak extremely intimidating languages.
I could easily spend 6 or 7 hours at this web site
though. that scares me about myself. :O)
DRESSED UP LIKE A CAR CRASH, YOUR WHEELS ARE TURNING
BUT YOU'RE UPSIDE DOWN
it snowed here this week. i was praying for so much
snow that i wouldn't have to work. we didn't get so
much snow that i didn't have to work. we did,
however, get enough to require a snow day for the
eldest of my charges. zoiks! it was great though.
we spent a couple of hours playing in the snow. i
hadn't done that in aaaaages. kevin from our beloved
sinister told me about a sledding excursion he and his
croanies went on a few weeks back. i'm so jealous.
sledding rules! :o)
A PESSIMIST IS ONE WHO FEELS BAD WHEN HE FEELS GOOD
FOR FEAR HE'LL FEEL WORSE WHEN HE FEELS BETTER
did you know that there used to be celery flavoured
jell-o? there was indeed. coffee flavoured too.
personally, i find this a disgusting thought, but who
am i?
I AM WHO I AM WHO I AM. WELL, WHO AM I?
i was supposed to start school this weekend. my
school decided to restructure the academic programme,
so that has been postponed. of course they had to do
this NOW, just as I was getting all excited about
starting classes again.
I AM NOT AN AARDVARK! I AM A FURRY BLUE MONSTER, AND
PROUD TO BE ONE!!
so st. patrick's day is approaching. it falls on a
monday this year, that doesn't really work for my
schedule. i usually have a big party for SPD. this
year i think a group of friends and I are going to go
to this place called Gaelic Park. Apparently all of
the hip Irish Chicagoans go there. We'll see about
that. I sort of have a feeling it is going to be a
crowd of people who have names such as "Mulcahy" or
"Fitzgerald" who hail from Indiana or some such place.
That's not what I want. I want real live Irish
people. I suppose I would settle for some Brits or
Scots, though I can't imagine they would want to hang
round Gaelic park on SPD. hmm? I wonder.
SHE BLINDED ME WITH SCIENCE
so the eldest of my charges has gotten bored with the
art projects that we have always done. the trouble
being, the ones a scoach more complicated are things
that i would have to do the majority of.
i found a solution. we have started doing science
experiments. i always call her Newton now, she
doesn't really get it. she is very into science
though. i think her parents are quite impressed that
i have been planning such sophisticated things though.
woo hoo!
onto somethings i have learned from my new favourite
web site:
Se�n is aimn dom.....this would be "My name is Sean"
this would be helpful were my name actually
Sean....Now I am just confused. Am I to lie whilst
introducing myself in Gaelic?
P�g mo th�in! .....kiss my ass! not very friendly,
but could serve to be very helful!
so to catch you up on things as they stand now...
today is D� hAoine.
it is an Geimhreadh
i have a d� dearth�irs
and a c�ig deirfi�irs
have a lovely weekend everyone.
Go n-ithe an cat th� is go n-ithe an diabhal an cat
~stine...erm, i mean sean. :o)
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hi,
Firstly, I guess I should appologise for not having posted in about a year
or so. I'm still here, still a B&S fan, and still an avid reader of the
comings & goings of Sinist*r. Annoyingly, it just seems that since I got
married, etc. etc., I just have a lot less time to spoend in front of the
computer posting long messages about my life. (sigh).
Anyway, my wife and I are flying over from Auckland to Melbourne for a few
days in early April. Part of the reason is to see The Lucksmiths' 10th
anniversary show, and also because we _really_ like Melbourne.
I'm want to do a full day "record store crawl" and was wanting some advice.
The ones I remember being good were Au-Go-Go, Gaslight, Polyester and
Heartland. I also seem to recall that there weas a shop somewhere near
Prahan which specialised in UK indie. I can't remember where it was, not its
name, but if anyone could help me, or suggest any other music-related places
of interst, I'd really appreciate it.
Thanks ...
Lawrence
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+-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+
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I am finding it very difficult to post again. Many times I have clicked the "compose" icon and stared blankly at my computer screen, unsure of what to say--weighing the experiences in my life, the random thoughts that have been dancing through my head as of late, and debating whether or not it applies to the e-mails that have been posted lately--and even more than that, more than relevance, is it interesting enough? I've lost my Sinister Confidence.
I can sympathize with Laurel Lemming for needing PG Tips. Many times in the past I have posted to the list begging for this and that(Like the time I posted to Sinister asking for money to fund a trip to the San Francisco pop fantasy; I'm still red-cheeked over that one).
Dirty Vicar sent me a New Year's present--a great mix tape and a book. This tape featured a song by the Chalets. Dude, where is an ALBUM I can buy? Along with the Chalets, there are the Hidden Cameras, who I've been told are of equal comparison to Belle and Sebastian. Anyone out there want to confirm these rumors?
Over the Christmas holidays, there was a bit of a Sinister picnic. A mini-mini picnic. Not even a picnic, because it was supposedly an IL* Fancy A Pint. But three Sinisters were there! Myself, The Boy Troussé, and Sarah Garrett-Sonner. Sarah and myself discussed highheels and handbags while Stevie T spoke with one Fr*nk K*gan about music critics and other stuff I don't really understand. It would have been even better if Sarah and I had progressed from regularly girly talk to even GIRLIER girly talk and clucked about menstruation, or men not understanding us, or...
The Pinefox posted about a walk through Stevenage; it was very well-written. I saw some pictures of this event. If featured the Pinefox's editor posed in front of various highways and roller-rinks. When I spoke with PF's editor about said photographs (we are in a relationship of the cahootish nature) he confessed he thought they were rather unflattering. Maybe they would have been better as ink polaroids?
I, too, have an editor. I don't call him "my editor" like the Pinefox does. I call him "bro." Right now he's editing a piece of mine about Foot and Mouth Disease--go RJG! Edit that bitch!
Okay, I've bubbled on enough.
Thinking of you and all of your pets,
Mandee May xx
"inconsolably okay"
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Stefano's post felt like written by me (well, maybe it was good writing, but
besides that...) (keep on reading, it will actually start to talk about
music and, eventually, belle and sebastian)
I'm allways obssesed with something. A few years ago it was french comics,
then operative sistems programming and now, yes, chess. I'm not actually a
"player", i play as bad as a 3 year old, but i'm not interested in that. I
love chess: the "clack!" from the clock, the look on the faces while opening
and the brainy part. I mean, i love chess but not to play it, just to think
it... Yes, i admit it, i'm a weird guy, but what can i say?..
I love reading about modern gaming and stuff, but playing it doesn't seem
like a great idea. Maybe it's beacause of what Stefano said, i don't like
the whole winner and loser thingy. I can't even stand to be the winner.
Seriously, i jsut can't... But i still love the game.
As a chess-lover geek, i asist to "important" games over here... And it's
kinda funny, because i'm not the chess-player protothype. Last game i showed
up to, i was wearing a "i don't have a boyfriend but if it boders you i
will", self-made t-shirt and a cd player...
During the opening i was listening to loveley belle and sebastian, of
course. The song was "fox in the snow" and it was perfect for the ocation:
It was a match between and old master and a really young player. I mean,
looking at that guy's face... poor kid. He seemed really scared and fragile
and you just felt the need to hug the guy and tell him not to be affraid...
Then, while he was winning (and forcing the other guy to moves on a new way
that i had never seen before), i played "electronic renaissance". And, of
course, the guy winned...
After the match i showed up and talked to the player a little bit. I was
listening to b&s thru my earphones, that were really loud and guy said "hey!
you were listening b&s while i was playin? that's so cool!"...
I don't know why the hell i'm writing this, i just love chess... It seems
like manny of us twees play the game... I thought that i was special
*sigh*...
Bleh, don't read this, i just have nothing better to do,
Greetz from the country in wich you drink mate instead of tea,
Silly Fran
PS: Just a question: What's the average price of a cd single in the UK?
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