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Sinister: postmen and parallel universities
by Alex Goffey 24 Feb '03

24 Feb '03

Hello hello, So my life as a lazy uni student on holidays has ended, and as of today, I've reverted back to just being a lazy uni student. Well, maybe I'm not actually *that* lazy, since I bothered to turn up to a 9am lecture on a Monday morning on the first day of classes. So that has to count for something. Nevertheless, it surely has to be slightly better than working in an office job..although, with my current brainless job in a supermarket and working on weekends to actually pay for things, a decent job wouldn't be too bad. I can see my three hour breaks being used for the sole purpose of procrastinatory activities - oh the temptation, good record stores are a 10 minute walk away! On the upside, I get to make videos this semester. And I'm also seeing The Breeders on Sunday. Yay! On the downside, no valentines present has yet arrived for me, despite mine reaching the Perth part of Australia in good time. Boo hiss. I am certain that the mailman conspires against me - once, a mixtape from Sweden took seven months to land in my mailbox. Seven months! Another time a mixtape was sent back to me because the address had washed off. I suspect those conspiring postmen spilt their beer on it...or I shouldn't have written the address in texta. I blame the posties. It's raining outside, and I think it's going to keep raining for the next few days. The best thing about rain is sitting on a train, by a window, either reading or sleeping or looking out, listening to records. Last semester, when I bought 'Tigermilk', it had permanent residence in my discman and hence, helped me survive the semester. I think I'll employ it again this year. Amazingly, today I didn't fall asleep on the train, but tomorrow might be a different story... Oh good, Australia is doing well in the cricket...hmmm well actually, how could we not??? xox Alex p.s. I would just like to declare that Astrid is great, and so are Christine and Elizabeth. Yay! ========================================= The best looking boys are taken The best looking girls are staying inside http://www.geocities.com/veruca_salt_97/ http://darlingalex.diaryland.com/ _________________________________________________________________ MSN Instant Messenger now available on Australian mobile phones. Go to http://ninemsn.com.au/mobilecentral/hotmail_messenger.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: The scars of Beckham healed (tho this e-mail is more about GIGGS)
by Kenneth P Y Chu 24 Feb '03

24 Feb '03

Hi all, I saw a guy on a tube train with tourettes syndrome the other day and he kept swearing at people. Especially when he kept trying to read this other guy's newspaper, whenever the guy moved tourettes man would should "FUCK YOU" really loudly. And also harassing this girl who liked to sit on the tube train floor, who herself was quite odd indeed for that reason. Fuck. Chris Geddes is a man of taste. He demonstrated this fact when he provided the A for someone's Q at http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/qanda.html ------ <Jeremy Quist - California> Q: My roommate and I just bought a couple decks of your Belle and Sebastian playing cards. We want to play some card games with them and just wanted to know what some of the bands' favorite card games are. <Mick> A: Shithead. That's the name of the game, incidentally. <Chris> A: Late night poker. ------ Ahh, yes, a fellow late night poker enthusiast. The next question for Chris though, should be "Can you explain the dealer button to us?" Chris Geddes is a man of such good taste that I have decided to go and watch the band he is in this May, when they'll be playing! For those who haven't yet signed up to the B&S news email list(http://www.banchoryshop.net/belleandsebastian/list/list.asp) here are some bits that are mentioned on an e-mail from Katrina, and on the B&S Website News Section... >From: <shop(a)banchory.net> >To: <pykachu100(a)hotmail.com> >Subject: Belle & Sebastian support Concern & The Sunday Herald''s Appeal >for Africa >Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 12:11:45 -0000 > >Belle & Sebastian are to appear in a concert to highlight the current food >crisis in Africa. > >The band were invited to headline the benefit show at the Glasgow Royal >Concert Hall by the Sunday Herald and Concern who have been working >together to raise funds and highlight the issues surrounding poverty in >the developing world. > >Stuart Murdoch says "We''re really pleased to be able to help out with >this initiative. I''m confident that any money we raise will be used 100% >for the good. It''s maybe not a great time with everyone crapping >themselves over Iraq. In the case of Ethiopia, though, it''s a relatively >simple matter. There''s a lot people who are going to die of starvation >unless they get help. We are in the privileged position of being able to >do something about it, however small, so I''m really glad the Sunday >Herald and Concern asked us to help out." > >The Concern Concert for Africa featuring Belle and Sebastian, The >Delgados, hosted by Karen Dunbar and featuring other very special guests >will be on Saturday May 17th 2003. > >Tickets are be priced at £25.00 and £18.50 (restricted view) and are >available from 10am on Monday 24th February in person at the GRCH Box >Office on Sauchiehall Street, or by phoning the Box Office on 0141 353 >8000. Tickets are restricted to 4 tickets per caller only. There will be >a credit card fee of 50p per ticket, but no charge for cash or cheque >payments at the box office. > >For more information, please visit:- >http://www.concern.net and >http://www.sundayherald.com/ > A couple of summers ago B&S played at the Barrelands in Glasgow, it was really great. I hope this year it'll be even better! There was a massive sinister meetup last time round too... Maybe England vs Scotland sinisterfitba rematch is in order! Fucking A. Ken P.S.: Here is the above e-mail with paragraphing removed for Kieran Devaney's reading pleasure... ================================================= Hi all, I saw a guy on a tube train with tourettes syndrome the other day and he kept swearing at people. Especially when he kept trying to read this other guy's newspaper, whenever the guy moved tourettes man would should "FUCK YOU" really loudly. And also harassing this girl who liked to sit on the tube train floor, who herself was quite odd indeed for that reason. Fuck. Chris Geddes is a man of taste. He demonstrated this fact when he provided the A for someone's Q at http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/qanda.html------<Jeremy Quist - California> Q: My roommate and I just bought a couple decks of your Belle and Sebastian playing cards. We want to play some card games with them and just wanted to know what some of the bands' favorite card games are. <Mick> A: Shithead. That's the name of the game, incidentally. <Chris> A: Late night poker.------Ahh, yes, a fellow late night poker enthusiast. The next question for Chris though, should be "Can you explain the dealer button to us?"Chris Geddes is a man of such good taste that I have decided to go and watch the band he is in this May, when they'll be playing! For those who haven't yet signed up to the B&S news email list (http://www.banchoryshop.net/belleandsebastian/list/list.asp) here are some bits that are mentioned on an e-mail from Katrina, and on the B&S Website News Section...>From: <shop(a)banchory.net>>To: <pykachu100(a)hotmail.com>>Subject: Belle & Sebastian support Concern & The Sunday Herald''s Appeal for Africa Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 12:11:45 -0000 Belle & Sebastian are to appear in a concert to highlight the current food>crisis in Africa. The band were invited to headline the benefit show at the Glasgow Royal Concert Hall by the Sunday Herald and Concern who have been working together to raise funds and highlight the issues surrounding poverty in the developing world. Stuart Murdoch says "We''re really pleased to be able to help out with this initiative. I''m confident that any money we raise will be used 100% for the good. It''s maybe not a great time with everyone crapping themselves over Iraq. In the case of Ethiopia, though, it''s a relatively simple matter. There''s a lot people who are going to die of starvation unless they get help. We are in the privileged position of being able to do something about it, however small, so I''m really glad the Sunday Herald and Concern asked us to help out." The Concern Concert for Africa featuring Belle and Sebastian, The Delgados, hosted by Karen Dunbar and featuring other very special guests will be on Saturday May 17th 2003. Tickets are be priced at £25.00 and £18.50 (restricted view) and are available from 10am on Monday 24th February in person at the GRCH Box Office on Sauchiehall Street, or by phoning the Box Office on 0141 353 8000. Tickets are restricted to 4 tickets per caller only. There will be a credit card fee of 50p per ticket, but no charge for cash or cheque payments at the box office. For more information, please visit:- http://www.concern.net and http://www.sundayherald.com/ A couple of summers ago B&S played at the Barrelands in Glasgow, it was really great. I hope this year it'll be even better! There was a massive sinister meetup last time round too... Maybe England vs Scotland sinisterfitba rematch is in order! Ken _________________________________________________________________ Worried what your kids see online? Protect them better with MSN 8 http://join.msn.com/?page=features/parental&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=186&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: The Walk
by P F 24 Feb '03

24 Feb '03

The cold of the morning. The streets of Clive Bell and John Sutherland. The Daily Mirror placards. NO WAR, over a soldier hunkered in the desert. It doesn't make quite as much sense as it could. Still I admire their courage: more than did the many others who carefully, disdainfully rip the newspaper's name from the placards, and carry them thus adjusted. Chanting is a lost art. 20 years ago we would cry "Maggie Maggie Maggie: Out Out Out" - and so on. I tried that today, if only as a scarcely-earned comment on the poverty of the contemporary chant. I didn't get beyond the first line. The best chanters I heard were singers, or rappers, of a kind, parallel to Green Park. They had rhythmic and melodic invention, and seemed to invent their sometimes obscene numbers on the spot. Elsewhere, a pair of girls would start shouting '1-2-3-4: we don't want your fucking war' only under the cover of one of the general waves of noise that would sweep up and down the lines for nearly no reason. Elsewhere again, a lass singing 'Blair the Bomber: can we stop him? Yes, we can', over and over again, aparently oblivious to the rest of the world's refusal to join in. All of this is a deficit. The noise you could make on a protest used to be a major part of its meaning, a royal road to solidarity. That goes for singing too. There was little of either today, on any grand scale. The whistle has taken over, feeling like a shred of club country culture descended to the political streets. Compensation for the sonic deficit: the visual surplus. Certain banners pre-formed: I spent most of the day with a generic bloodstained 'NO'. But so many, so many had coined and made their own. MAKE TEA NOT WAR PEAS NOT WAR WAR <--> TERRORISM, a vicious circle LIBRARIANS SAY SSHHHH, STOP THE WAR NICE BUSH / NASTY BUSH I LIKE MY BUSH BETTER THIS WAR IS UNJUSTIFIED, IMMORAL, FUTILE AND ILL- CONSIDERED (actually I forget the last adjective) I'LL FIGHT CRIME, BUT I WON'T FIGHT IRAQ (carried by... Batman) WAR: NEVER. PEACE: CLEVER. POETRY: FOREVER On screen they look poor enough things. I have forgotten better ones. But to walk back down the line, away from Hyde Park, towards the lights of the Ritz, and see thousands and thousands more still coming past you in the opposite direction, their textual idiosyncrasies as good as infinite, their spirits still high after 3 or 4 hours' walking, their diversity natural, their unity real, their rolling extent phenomenal -- this was among the great political sensations of my life. The overspill and spread of the approach to Hyde Park. The pretty girls in long coats and woolly hats. Speakers, several thousand people away: on screens like Sting or Rod. Relatively anonymous organizers: generalities: 'we're here because we want Tony Blair to listen to us... you should be proud of yourselves: we're proud of you'. Ramblers, people who seemed to trail into irrelevances when handed the microphone. And more familiar faces and voices. Harold Pinter: the anarchists around me pricked up their ears; something felt historic about this intervention. His sentences were barked and sharp and frequently overstated: 'The United States is a monster which has got out of control'. His 'poem' is a mere off-the-chest rant. His one word for Tony Blair, perhaps a joke on 'education', was 'Resign, resign, resign'. Still, he'd known how to catch a moment's drama. Bianca Jagger didn't; Mick Jagger would have been better. But Ken Livingstone: this was another of those episodes not to be forgotten. All these years of compromise and accommodation and, allegedly, cynicism; all the years of back-biting and briefing against him. But he spoke the best on the day, and it came from as near the heart as I need. He spoke like a real politician, a man who's trained for years in speaking to crowds. He pushed buttons to make whistles blow. He spoke as Mayor of London, 'proud to welcome the biggest demonstration to be held in Britain in 2,000 years'. (Really?) He said the cops had told him the march was a million strong, which meant you could double it. And he spoke at times like the Livingstone of old, like it was 1985 - a trick of the light and air, but also many truths in there. Standard wisdoms of the left, about Western hypocrisy over its past relations with Iraq; memories of Tony Benn taking that stand many years ago; outright ad hominem hostility to Bush. You or I could knock out this stuff. Hearing the Mayor of London do it was something else. A lunatic rushed on to complain about congestion charges. Ken paused a moment, then remarked that it was nice to be able to walk through London for once. __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! 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Sinister: RETREAD w/ added omissions
by Kieran Devaney 23 Feb '03

23 Feb '03

(i *****H8***** that crazy transmogrification of inverted commas - i've heard it happens to men a lot but, well, that was my first time. honest. here's how it should have looked folx) Afterwards we stood outside, sorting things out, weighing them up etc, it was late, the music on the system had been fun, I think Id enjoyed it more than the others or in a different way perhaps. Typically I couldnt concentrate on the conversation, instead turning my thoughts to the late night mobile greasy spoon cart parked just outside, a scrap of a queue bustling round it drunkenly food nobody needed, that theyd regret whenever. We had torn posters down from the walls, Ive done it myself, things saved, and they never check your bag here, in or out. And the plight of the man with such unsociable hours, out in the muggy heat of his portable kitchen, out in the dead cold of the early hours began to bother me, that he could only catch the tail end of peoples fun, all those snatches of conversations, ours included, must be a world apart to him, a world he might make a living out of, but isnt a part of. I wondered how you could romanticise this, if it was possible, Roddy Doyle came close, but then I suppose his books always do. I thought a picture might suffice, but I didnt have my camera with me, perhaps next time. I glance back to hear someone ask me a question; I nod in reply, a yes. Then we part ways, half this and half that. I walk home very slowly and in near complete silence with K and M, who are staying over, K is in a bad mood, but thankfully not with me. When I wake up the next morning theyve both left and gone without a trace. Jay organised the Sinister Valentines Exchange and though I am unaware of what inner machinations were taking place, it all went swimmingly from my end, despite the long address. A big thank you to Jay for all that. Recently Ive taken to (no matter how I phrase this its going to sound weird, however liberally I employ scare quotes, so Im just going to go for it) borrowing peoples disks that get left in computer rooms around the university its becoming a habit, and not a very pleasant one at that. It started quite innocently, as these things so often do, with my accidentally shoving a disk which had been left in the drive of the computer I was working into my bag on a couple of weeks ago. Arriving at home to find the rogue floppy I, out of pure curiosity and I suppose the hazy notion that I might be able to discover the identity of the owner and return the disk to them, put it into my computer here and had a look. Now you might be expecting me to have found some almighty revelation or piece of blackmail-worthy salaciousness. But no. What I did find was a CV, an application form to work on the tills at Morrisons (and you wouldnt believe the questions you have to answer to land one of those oh so desirable positions, they want to know your shoe size and everything!) and a couple of charts and tables for, I presume, some Chemistry experiment which meant nothing to me really. The overly intrusive questions from the people at Morrisons aside you might be thinking there was nothing of interest there at all except you wouldnt because, well, you arent stupid (thats not my official line on Sinister by the way, just for the purposes of this), and Ive already told you that it *was* of interest. Quite why is more difficult to tally without seeming creepy or, worse still, sinister (ahem). But I suppose it stems from ideas about public and private, about how the way people write differs from how they communicate verbally, how people want themselves to be perceived, what exam grades and former employments tell us about a person, what an essay tells us about a person, and so on, Im really not doing it justice here, I suppose I have to include the illicit thrill of intrusion, of being a voyeur too, that does it. And in this chemistry students list of menial jobs versus really quite impressive exam grades (including an A* at art for GCSE) versus her predictably MOR list of interests (the novels of Terry Pratchett and swimming) was a kind of insight that you cant really get anywhere else, anonymous and incomplete, more the bland negative table space than actual pieces, just a glimpse or a snatch of overheard conversation a bit like the people swishing past my friend and I at the train station that I found fascinating and he found dull. The next morning I put the disk back more or less where found it, hopefully she hadnt gone back for it before that Ive put all of them back so far, its only fair, they might be in need of the information, or just not inclined to retype it all, or it might be their only disk, or whatever. But since then I have found a clutch of disks left lying around all over the place (youd be surprised how many people are so neglectful), and have read all sorts of bits and pieces, a girls geography essay containing the most unenthusiastic call to arms to save the planet that Ive ever come across, a Muse discography copied from some fansite, various graphs and charts which, with no frame of reference, I have no hope of decoding. Sometimes without names, or even indications of personalities a set of unmarked, unannotated graphs lumped together with a photo of Angkor Wat at sunset. I think I want people to surprise me, but then Im glad when they dont, or when they only do a bit, in a non-threatening way. I cant help it I was shocked when I heard Eminem swear, so used was I to hearing the cut versions on the radio that when I downloaded that Kid 606 song where he speeds up the vocal on Purple Pills it honestly threw me ditto when I heard the uncut versions of those much loved singles also on the download. God bless the interweb. I was thinking, perhaps in an attempt to reign-in this vaguely worrying use of my time I might invest in some cheap disks and then leave them lying around with, I dont know, something elaborate but ridiculous, theatrical but non-threatening on them and stick an email address on too and see if I get any replies. Disk art. Something like that. Im going to give this a rest now before I start sounding like the guy from Teeth n Smiles who went around with a severed finger in his pocket in order to seem interesting. Bloody medical students. Today was, I think, the best day of the year so far. Weatherwise that is. I went out for a long walk, taking routes I dont normally bother with. It was nice. I wont bore you with the details, except one. The route that I chose took me through some of the more well to do areas of Sheffield, replete with big gaunt houses set away from the pavement, big, lush gardens and so forth. So there I was wandering through there thinking how pleasant it all was, not a soul about or anything, not even cars, when across the road I spot a boy, who cant have been older than fifteen I dont think, perhaps not quite as young as he looked (but whoever is in this day and age? Oh ho ho ho!) given that he was sporting what I can only describe as the most massivest mohican haircut I have ever seen. Even two superlatives dont do its biggest-ness justice. Huge it was. And dyed every conceivable colour except, perhaps, yellow. He was attired in classic punxor chic (er, whatever that is) I wanted to take a photo, but I thought it might seem entirely rude, and as he passed I noticed that he had Crass who I quite like, written in tipp-ex on the back of his studded leather jacket, along with a slew of other bands Im not so familiar with. I thought briefly about shouting Fight war, not wars! after him, but that passed quickly enough. What does it mean to rebel like that anymore? To be different. Duffle coats dont even mark you out as an indiekid anymore do they? Everyones got one. How out of place did that kid seem amongst the Sunday afternoon birdsong and posh houses? How out of place indeed. Perhaps that wasnt what he wanted anyway. I bet he doesnt even like Avril Lavigne. In other news, how homo-erotic is Moby-Dick? They left that bit out of The Pagemaster didnt they? Im still reeling. Also Ive been reading John Cage and am planning on writing my next post with the aid of the I Ching. Well, again I'd like to write more on this one too, but I'm sure you wouldn't and plus they've kicked off with Van Morrison next door or across the way, loud enough so I can't tell, so I'm off to do something else. And there are disk drives that need checking. Mind Out, - Kieran _________________________________________________________________ Overloaded with spam? With MSN 8, you can filter it out http://join.msn.com/?page=features/junkmail&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=32&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: a frisson of vicarious transgression
by Kieran Devaney 23 Feb '03

23 Feb '03

Afterwards we stood outside, sorting things out, weighing them up etc, it was late, the music on the system had been fun, I think I^Òd enjoyed it more than the others ^Ö or in a different way perhaps. Typically I couldn^Òt concentrate on the conversation, instead turning my thoughts to the late night mobile greasy spoon cart parked just outside, a scrap of a queue bustling round it drunkenly ^Ö food nobody needed, that they^Òd regret whenever. We had torn posters down from the walls, I^Òve done it myself, things saved, and they never check your bag here, in or out. And the plight of the man with such unsociable hours, out in the muggy heat of his portable kitchen, out in the dead cold of the early hours began to bother me, that he could only catch the tail end of people^Òs fun, all those snatches of conversations, ours included, must be a world apart to him, a world he might make a living out of, but isn^Òt a part of. I wondered how you could romanticise this, if it was possible, Roddy Doyle came close, but then I suppose his books always do. I thought a picture might suffice, but I didn^Òt have my camera with me, perhaps next time. I glance back to hear someone ask me a question; I nod in reply, a yes. Then we part ways, half this and half that. I walk home very slowly and in near complete silence with K and M, who are staying over, K is in a bad mood, but thankfully not with me. When I wake up the next morning they^Òve both left and gone without a trace. Jay organised the Sinister Valentines Exchange and though I am unaware of what inner machinations were taking place, it all went swimmingly from my end, despite the long address. A big thank you to Jay for all that. Recently I^Òve taken to (no matter how I phrase this it^Òs going to sound weird, however liberally I employ scare quotes, so I^Òm just going to go for it) ^Ñborrowing^Ò people^Òs disks that get left in computer rooms around the university ^Ö it^Òs becoming a habit, and not a very pleasant one at that. It started quite innocently, as these things so often do, with my accidentally shoving a disk which had been left in the drive of the computer I was working into my bag on a couple of weeks ago. Arriving at home to find the rogue floppy I, out of pure curiosity and I suppose the hazy notion that I might be able to discover the identity of the owner and return the disk to them, put it into my computer here and had a look. Now you might be expecting me to have found some almighty revelation or piece of blackmail-worthy salaciousness. But no. What I did find was a CV, an application form to work on the tills at Morrison^Òs (and you wouldn^Òt believe the questions you have to answer to land one of those oh so desirable positions, they want to know your shoe size and everything!) and a couple of charts and tables for, I presume, some Chemistry experiment which meant nothing to me really. The overly intrusive questions from the people at Morrison^Òs aside you might be thinking there was nothing of interest there at all ^Ö except you wouldn^Òt because, well, you aren^Òt stupid (that^Òs not my official line on Sinister by the way, just for the purposes of this), and I^Òve already told you that it *was* of interest. Quite why is more difficult to tally without seeming creepy or, worse still, sinister (ahem). But I suppose it stems from ideas about public and private, about how the way people write differs from how they communicate verbally, how people want themselves to be perceived, what exam grades and former employments tell us about a person, what an essay tells us about a person, and so on, I^Òm really not doing it justice here, I suppose I have to include the illicit thrill of intrusion, of being a voyeur too, that does it. And in this chemistry student^Òs list of menial jobs versus really quite impressive exam grades (including an A* at art for GCSE) versus her predictably MOR list of interests (the novels of Terry Pratchett and swimming) was a kind of insight that you can^Òt really get anywhere else, anonymous and incomplete, more the bland negative table space than actual pieces, just a glimpse or a snatch of overheard conversation ^Ö a bit like the people swishing past my friend and I at the train station that I found fascinating and he found dull. The next morning I put the disk back more or less where found it, hopefully she hadn^Òt gone back for it before that ^Ö I^Òve put all of them back so far, it^Òs only fair, they might be in need of the information, or just not inclined to retype it all, or it might be their only disk, or whatever. But since then I have found a clutch of disks left lying around all over the place (you^Òd be surprised how many people are so neglectful), and have read all sorts of bits and pieces, a girl^Òs geography essay containing the most unenthusiastic call to arms to save the planet that I^Òve ever come across, a Muse discography copied from some fansite, various graphs and charts which, with no frame of reference, I have no hope of decoding. Sometimes without names, or even indications of personalities ^Ö a set of unmarked, unannotated graphs lumped together with a photo of Angkor Wat at sunset. I think I want people to surprise me, but then I^Òm glad when they don^Òt, or when they only do a bit, in a non-threatening way. I can^Òt help it ^Ö I was shocked when I heard Eminem swear, so used was I to hearing the cut versions on the radio that when I downloaded that Kid 606 song where he speeds up the vocal on ^ÑPurple Pills^Ò it honestly threw me ^Ö ditto when I heard the uncut versions of those much loved singles also on the download. God bless the interweb. I was thinking, perhaps in an attempt to reign-in this vaguely worrying use of my time I might invest in some cheap disks and then leave them lying around ^Ö with, I don^Òt know, something elaborate but ridiculous, theatrical but non-threatening on them ^Ö and stick an email address on too and see if I get any replies. Disk art. Something like that. I^Òm going to give this a rest now before I start sounding like the guy from ^ÑTeeth n Smiles^Ò who went around with a severed finger in his pocket in order to seem ^Ñinteresting^Ò. Bloody medical students. Today was, I think, the best day of the year so far. Weatherwise that is. I went out for a long walk, taking routes I don^Òt normally bother with. It was nice. I wont bore you with the details, except one. The route that I chose took me through some of the more well to do areas of Sheffield, replete with big gaunt houses set away from the pavement, big, lush gardens and so forth. So there I was wandering through there thinking how pleasant it all was, not a soul about or anything, not even cars, when across the road I spot a boy, who can^Òt have been older than fifteen I don^Òt think, perhaps not quite as young as he looked (but whoever is in this day and age? Oh ho ho ho!) given that he was sporting what I can only describe as the most massivest mohican haircut I have ever seen. Even two superlatives don^Òt do it^Òs biggest-ness justice. Huge it was. And dyed every conceivable colour except, perhaps, yellow. He was attired in classic punxor chic (er, whatever that is) ^Ö I wanted to take a photo, but I thought it might seem entirely rude, and as he passed I noticed that he had ^ÑCrass^Ò who I quite like, written in tipp-ex on the back of his studded leather jacket, along with a slew of other band^Òs I^Òm not so familiar with. I thought briefly about shouting ^ÓFight war, not wars!^Ô after him, but that passed quickly enough. What does it mean to rebel like that anymore? To be different. Duffle coats don^Òt even mark you out as an indiekid anymore do they? Everyone^Òs got one. How out of place did that kid seem amongst the Sunday afternoon birdsong and posh houses? How out of place indeed. Perhaps that wasn^Òt what he wanted anyway. I bet he doesn^Òt even like Avril Lavigne. In other news, how homo-erotic is ^ÑMoby-Dick^Ò? They left that bit out of ^ÑThe Pagemaster^Ò didn^Òt they? I^Òm still reeling. Also I^Òve been reading John Cage and am planning on writing my next post with the aid of the I Ching. Well, again I'd like to write more on this one too, but I'm sure you wouldn't and plus they've kicked off with Van Morrison next door or across the way, loud enough so I can't tell, so I'm off to do something else. And there are disk drives that need checking. Et bien, - Kieran _________________________________________________________________ Surf together with new Shared Browsing http://join.msn.com/?page=features/browse&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=74&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: belle and sebastian on the radio... tonight!
by trish delish 23 Feb '03

23 Feb '03

hello sinister kids Long time no chat and all that, but i just saw something on the good old interweb that i thought some of you might like to hear about.... the show performed by belle and sebastian at the benicassim festival last august is being broadcast tonight on an irish radio station called 2fm, sometime between ten and midnight. for those like myself who weren't lucky enough to be there for the actual gig, tonight's our lucky night, and you can listen over the internet if you go to http://www.2fm.ie or here http://www.2fm.ie/musiczone/fanning.html enjoy! trish delish +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 don't mind you coming here, and wasting all my time time
by Today I am feeling better 23 Feb '03

23 Feb '03

Liebe Sinister, Last night was pretty good. I went to a party and didn't get too drunk or do/say anything stupid. I also went to the museum of science and had a tasty dinner. So I guess all in all the day was a success. Before going to the party my roommate and I had "relaxation time." I put on some B&S and we had only one little light on. The raindrops on the window reflected a cirle of light from the streetlight on the path below. My roommate asked who was playing. Belle and Sebastian, I said. They're good, she said. And it was good. Prior to writing to you, I have just spent an ungodly amount of time on ebay. I love jade jewelry and there is a wealth of it on ebay. Plus most of it comes from Hong Kong which means the joy of getting mail from Hong Kong. So Sinister, I have met someone. I've been staying up until all hours of the morning talking to him. I thought I might see him this weekend, but his friend's father died. The sadness of that is compounded with my sadness that I won't be able to talk to him again until Monday night at the earliest. It's been since Thursday. My impatience gets the better of me, but I try not to let it get me down. Anyway, I am excited. I haven't been in so long. In reference to my German side, it comes out because I've had to do a lot of writing in German. Also I am desperate to get to Germany. I have relatives near Dusseldorf, which I believe was mentioned recently. I got excited again. and now, in the name of preserving the smut content of sinister: My German side feels fantastic, you try feeling it some time too. Boston?....Meet up?...oh, I thought not. love and raindrops, Kara www2.bc.edu/~brielman _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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: It's a Saturday night & I ain't got nobody
by Laura Llew 22 Feb '03

22 Feb '03

I just realized that the album I've been listening to non-stop for over a month has an opening track which is about a man who has rodents in his apartment but doesn't want to get rid of them because they keep him company while staying up late at night waiting for his someone to call (which they never do). Thus, if this post seems downtrodden just be thankful I'm not writing Hallmark greeting cards or - worse yet - answering sucide hotlines. I for one would like to thank Big Stu for the summary posts of the interviews as I quite enjoyed them. Heaven knows that if I had been chosen you would have gotten no details except for that I spent time with Struan while he was in the bath. Then if I was forced to divulge anymore it would only come out in a tuneless rendition of "Rubber Ducky" which is probably why I wasn't picked. Well, that and I didn't apply. I said I would only inundate you with boring posts weekly and here I am harassing y'all a second time this week. I promise it isn't because I'm bored or anything. The sheer productivity of my days would astound and amaze anyone. Why I have even been making homemade bread almost daily. Well, "homemade" meaning using a breadmaker but what did you expect - me to granulate the sugar? I still have to put the ingredients in IN ORDER and they have to be at room temperature and everything. It's enough for me to break out in a sweat just thinking about my hard labor. Of course, if I get any more domesticated I'll have to start crocheting scripture covers or something. I'm writing today because it's a TRADITION for me to write on February 22nd as it is Miss Ree's birthday - and today is her 25th one at that! I've been doing it for three years, except for last year I was TRAPPED at a dirty hippie farm in Massahoweveryouspellit. However, this year I continue with my wishes for Miss Ree. I usually list all of the reasons why she rocks but we know those already so that's old hat. Instead, this year I shall believe I'll send her birthday greetings by presenting her Trading Card which can be found at: http://www.joannou.net/petullant/ree.php Wheeee! Laura PS - Flannery's birthday is this coming up Friday but I promise this is the last birthday post for this year - sorry to flood you. For past memorees see: http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200102/msg00224.html http://www.missprint.org/sinister/mhonarc/200002/msg00337.html PPS - Good to see sexy Steve Kado AND every cute coffee boy's crush Eric Brasure posting again - whoot! PPPS - If you don't have a Sinister Trading Card, it can only mean that I don't love you. _________________________________________________________________ Help STOP SPAM with the new MSN 8 and get 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. 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: cigarettes in the rain
by goingoutofmymind＠comcast.net 22 Feb '03

22 Feb '03

Hello, anyways, I have only posted one other time, about a year and a half ago, and then I realised I didnt really have that much to say, and went back to lurking, and today, I still dont really have anything else to say but I thought I would perhaps stop the hiding and say hello to everyone again. Perhaps, since no one while remember me I had better introduce myself again..... Hi, my name is alan, and I am now 31 (please say it isnt so) and the last time I wrote I live in Dundee in Scotland, I now live in Washington DC in America, the last time I wrote I was engaged in a long distance romance with a cute lebenese american girl, well its now no longer a long distance thing, we got married in september; so in the last six months, I became a poor small town scottish boy living in the big bad america and a married man! being married is great, but the idea still freaks me out a little, how can I be married?? I can barely manage to dress myself in the morning and I regularly refer to Joanne and my girlfriend, which makes her laugh a little.... "but we got married....in a church" she cries So slowly but surely I am getting used to life in yankland; they drive on the wrong side of the road...can you believe that?? and I find the drivers and shop assistant rude for the most part (I dont what to offend any americans on the list) but I am sure there are exceptions. One of the best bits is that I can wander round museams all day and not have to pay a penny to get it! what a bargain, as I love museams; but on the downside I do miss my friends and my family; but we are going back for a holiday in june! We got a lot of snow last weekend almost 2 feet, so I had lots of snowy adventures, me and joanne had a snowball fight when we were suppose to be digging the car out, but she didnt want to build a snowman...and now its pissing with rain, which is melting the snow but there is a danger of flooding, but we live on the 3nd floor so our flat will be an refuge from the deluge, but I need more cigarettes so I guess I will have to put some boots and a jacket on an make my merry little way to the 7-11 to buy more, ironic really, I am willing to get soaked just for the pleasure of killing myself slowly. I keep promising myself that I will stop next week, but I always say that, I should really stop! I don't have a job yet, they havent seen fit to supply me with a work permit yet, so I spend my days, cleaning the house, doing the laundry; cooking dinner and baking cakes; I have become a proper little house wife, but I like cooking and baking, so its all fun for me, yesterday I made a great apple spice cake which tastes lovely with some birds custard I managed to find at a groumet food shop, sadly I cant find irn bru anywhere. so on that bombshell I will leave you and begin my trek for smokes, then I should really be thinking about dinner... hopefully I will manage to write again before next year, but if there is anyone on the list in this area, feel free to email me.. byeeeeeee Alan. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: funny horror faces-the story continues
by melanie laubach 22 Feb '03

22 Feb '03

hey there! thank you sooo much for being so very nice and writing back to me! ian and mark, thanks for explaining! well well well i did do well indeed..... when i entered the room, mr hooton (he's ever so sweet, looking a bit like star wars joda (yoda?)) with a peace sign earring in his right ear ; ) offered me a seat and told me i passed. i was REALLY surprised. i mean the vocabulary part was like a big fat quiz show including a lot of guessing. and he said 'oh, you did do well in the vocabulary part' - i could hardly keep my breath. i told them (a smart guy from the faculty was sitting by, too) that that's really a relief and that i thought i had failed miserably. and that i feel like fainting any minute. especially then, facing the oral part. we all had a laugh. then we got started and it was just a bit of small talk, he asked me about my studies and i told them a bit about yiddish in general and a seminar on descartes i took last term and about gender trouble and judith butler and, being asked about, my trips to london. and then i told them about a holiday spent in teignmouth, a small city by the sea in cornwall, near exeter. and that i was staying with an old (i reakky said) 'madam' (embarrassing, embarrassing) before i realised what i just said. then we all had to laugh very much and he told me that i'd better use the term 'lady'. i said it was a strange holiday, but not that strange as staying with a madam..... must have been less than ten minutes, he told me i'd passed and out i rushed. phoned people then, keeping on yelling. i was soooo exited. i made it. i passed! i will never have to worry about english grammar again! (i'm just kidding...) spending the rest of the day with HER made the day kind of perfect. we went outside and took pictures with her lomo camera, we got some helium balloons and had quite a lot of fun. well, we've been knowing each other since....november, we are getting on pretty pretty well. our friendship is growing stronger any day. if only there wasn't her boyfriend..... that's a problem. but she told me she finds me very charming and interesting and nice and funny and intelligent and whitty and good looking and attractive and sexy and whatsoever and that she's maybe going to fall madly in love with me. well, that's a perspective, i guess : ) yesterday she and me were moderating (is that the correct term? i mean we were the moderators...) an anti war concert in the predestrian precinct in düsseldorf's inner city. nearby the rhine. it was a kind of sucess, as many people were there and not only the 'usual suspects', but a lot of 'fresh young' people i've never ever seen before. but it was cold and i didn't like the music (nu metal, reggae, emo, hip hop and cossover bands....) in the evening we went to a party, a good friend of mine ('my' co singer and guitarist) was celebrating her birthday (30, my godness, she's thirty. unbelievable. i'm 22 by the way, not that these numbers do matter in any way). and then she told me about that dream she had: we were sitting on a couch and she was feeding me a praline(!) the praline was pink and had white stripes(!) and then we were kissing(!!!) and looking at each other. then she woke up. well, i didn't actually know what to reply. i also can hardly remember what i did reply in the end, i think i said sth like 'well, it's a shame you're always waking up at the most thrilling moment' ("but it all fades into morning when you open your eyes" : ) and then i told her that she's 'the woman of the evening' ('du bist die frau des abends') and that's she's extremely gorgeous. and then she kissed me on the cheek, her boyfriend watching us suspicously from across the room. he's very jealous. knowing that i go for girls he's always keeping an eye on us. and whenever we are meeting, he constanly asks her what we've done afterwards and how it was and he's forever calling her on her mobile when he knows that she's with me. but she has been turning it off, lately. : )))) i think with this kind of 'possession claims' he will kick himself out sooner or later. and: i'm patient. (got any tips for me by the way?) right then, i hope i didn't bore you, thanks for listening and being there : ) have a nice saturday! hugs, melanie +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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