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Sinister: tired of fighting for a lost cause
by Today I am hungover but cuddly as a bunny anyway 11 Feb '03

11 Feb '03

I want to thank Astrid for recommending Lost Cause, by Beck. I just spent a lot of time listening to it and playing diamond mine on shockwave.com. Its appropriately sad, so I can cry a lot inside, and keep the outside frozen. Ive never not been lonely. Only fooled myself into thinking I wasnt from time to time. Ive never not felt like an alien. Like what I see in the mirror must mutate the instant I turn away, into some grotesque shape that reflects what the inside feels like. External wounds to match the internal. I torture myself thinking of the possibility of someone pining for me the way I do for so many people. The idea of it breaks me down. Yet I keep thinking about it, while keeping my mouth shut. The day I took the walk alone in Iceland, I kept seeing broken glass everywhere at my feet. All I could think when I saw it was I could use that to slit my wrists. I meant more than I ever have in my life, and Im supposed to be so much better now. Granted this was low was caused by the enormous betrayal perpetrated by the person who calls herself my best friend. I find that the spells of feeling good last longer, but the downs are lower. I feel broken. Like theres some crippledness to me that I cant quite see, so it cant be repaired. I start to hate all the things I like, out of sheer repetition and mockery. Cant really like anything, it has to be a joke. Being genuine only opens up for more wounding. Another bruise. Hang the head a little lower. The urge to run away has come back. I dont need any of this. I dont need to secure my future. I just want to be given a new start. A real one. I want reincarnation. In the dream I move away without telling anyone, because I cant know anyone anymore. I fade out and reappear somewhere totally separate from what I was before. Then I just exist. Get some shitty job and live. Thats all I want really. That and love. Ive always wanted that. Im utterly crap at getting it though. I have no idea what Im doing. I always feel like Im mentally stumbling. Yet the confidence comes. When I dont expect it, it sneaks up on me. So I suppose I am getting better. Maybe I will never be a sunny person. More of a sunset and sunrise of a girl. Im sorry, theres nowhere else to empty my head. very much love, Kara www2.bc.edu/~brielman _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 helps eliminate e-mail viruses. Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: sunday bath can take a while
by Stefano [Steady-State] 10 Feb '03

10 Feb '03

Indeed it can, my dear sinister. Provided the water is hot enough, which restrict the scheduling time to the hours when the heater is on (or, otherwise, would require that little bit of extra effort in the effort to turning the boiler on, which can be too much. Well, yes, I am a lazy gett) and the bubble foam is thick enough as well, which would, on the other hand, imply the presence of some foamy soap in any of the bathroom cupboard (stealing from the flatmate is inherently allowed). Given those conditions, which are no more than a obvious bunch of banality, all that remains is to splash into the water. Now the point is how a long a while is allowed to be? Indeed the length of the while is still rather undefined. Of course if you mind it and nobody´s life would be in a serious danger if the while is a little bit too long or short, except one would decide not to get out of the place and in the same time haven´t found someone else bring him food and stuff. Although recording things in terms of length weight and any other dimension is not really a matter of poetry, this seems to be the mood I´ve been on through the past week end. But It´s Ok, I´m lazy enough to allowed a set of incomplete pieces of information into my archive. One of the still missing ones is how really long the while can be consider. But that I can wait for the answer for a little while indeed. Though I think It can be catalogued as `quite a long while´. Living on my own has definitely boosted my tendency of spending the rather vicious habit of spending a terrible amount of time (read a while) in the Sunday bath ritual, eventually extending it to a series of day during the so-called working days. My Previous flat mate found most of my habits pretty strange, nor that I hadn´t thought the same of his own, but for some unclear reason, which I might understand but I don´t, the thing he considered on top of strangeness was the fact that I like spend some time submerged in foam and hot water. OK. OK. That time should have been a little why, an . If it really is, well, I don´t really mind. Indeed it could even be a kind of compliment. You rude flat mate! But apparently what screwed he up was the fact I could wake up as early as six in the morning to let the water flow to the get warm right to the right point (I, of course, like circularity), and take the control of the "magic room" before any of the troop of people sharing the flat would have been reached by the idea of invading the space. Not the outer space. Not yet al least. Well, I would admit that on Sunday morning no one would wake up at six, but you never know. Some one can. I can admit it can be a bit bizarre, but it is all connected to waking up a bit early in the morning, isn´t it? Well, lets´ say that you can have your first pint earlier then. Very good!! Did he said I was girlish? I don´t mind though.... This placing-everything-at-the-right-place impulse which has taken control of me in the last few days has also moved me to made load of stuff around the house and eventually ending up doing some cleaning that the place indeed deserved. This reminded me some kind of things animals do moved by some hidden instinct which ethnologist called parental care, or something like that. Especially this might be connected with some behaviour the birds exhibit when they build up their nest and that is preceding in time the `advent´ of chicks or whatever they progeny will be. Now given I don´t think there is any advent of progeny which will bright up my existence in the near future, at least, but some evidence suggest it can´t be a likely case in a future too near. But apart from that, I´m diverging (I think I am divergent, actually), the nest restoring has involved cleaning the curtains, which ahs discovered their mother-pearl secret colour (I win a bet with the neighbour which thought t! hey were dark gull grey), cleaning the kitchen cupboard, even cleaning the kitchen glasses (the fact that I am concentrating on the kitchen is no good sign, I might be I am actually planing for a winter long sleep ich I can see the garden I´ve been cutting the grass and where I´ve being hoeing close to the cypress path and the neighbour fence yes, the same of the curtains). Well, but the most was I even cleaned the shed. Now, given that a man in the shed is a song it shouldn´t have been on five leaf left, I do agree, (btw way did they put it also in time of no reply? Well it is time of no reply after all) that was quite impressive after all. At that I remembered something that I have seen in one of the usual documentary thing on the TV, that penguins are one of the few animals in which is the male exemplar that looks forward the chicks and even broods the eggs. Not that that there is anything weird and I found it really democratic. I think i can remember that the penguin in question looked also quite proud of sitting over the eggs and the nest and wasn´t chatting too loudly with a nearby mate. I think that look mist of worries and apprehension was actually about were his beloved halved might have finished when fishing jumpy fish in the not so warm water of the southern hemisphere. Moreover I feel sympathetic, an awful load sympathetic, to this goofy and smart birds that can´t fly in the air but only in the water. They look very kind to each other, I think that´s why in children books the waiters are often depicted as penguins. Alright, for the black and white suite that mother nature has given to them but aren´! t they luvely? Just a certain point I felt SO sympathetic to the them that I really feared something might have transformed me into one of them. I was sure it wasn´t the case, and that not I wasn´t another G. Samsa, when I get back into my bedroom and I didn´t find some enormous eggs over the duvets and looking at the mirror I didn´t looked like being dressed in a smart black and white dress at all. This had the advantage I shouldn´t care my flat mate coming back and hurting me with some kind of vegetable, I would have need to pay particular care to apples [and oranges], or eventually even throwing some trouts i e had trown some smoked salmon but that can be for another time. Smoked salmon prompted a half-a-kind-of-an-idea.... Curiosity and suspiciousness. Take care, Yours Stefano PS: my degree of consciousness about `sharing a whole lot of thinks´ to the not such agile things as penguin, remember me that my agility is almost as good as my English, and is even worst than my geography, sorry for having added an additional state to the Us and declassed the Uk to state number 52... I think tony should be worried which one the 51st might be.... PSII: thank you very mush to anyone who had post me off list about joining the rally on Saturday, and you still think you might be interested to come, just drop me a line... we can all walk packed like a penguin colony... they are lovely and harmless.... Again, take care stefano ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I'll be careful when I drive 'cause I want to see her once before I die. ONQ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* http://www.unedrmybed.org under my bed recordings a no-fi no-profit entity +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: 72% twee apparently
by hannah brown 10 Feb '03

10 Feb '03

It's true, i did the test and those were the results, i suppose the other 28% would account for my interest in electronic music (gasp!) and my habit of swearing at the TV. I haven't posted for a while, believe me i've tried but whenever i read it back to myself i just have to delete it. I don't care today, i'm just gonna be dull. Boy oh boy have i been exposed to some brilliant stuff lately. I bought "oh inverted world" by The Shins afew months ago and it truely is wonderful, it's got slight flavours of The Beach Boys about it. By that i mean it doesn't really sound like them it just has the odd similar harmony, If you haven't all already got it BUY IT IT IS GOOD. I went to see LOTRTT at Christmas and was tickled by Shmeegel, who bares a striking resembelence to an angry Laura Beal from Eastenders (to anyone scratching their heads, this is a cockney soap in which the whole of England is made up of one pub, one club a Leicester, a Manchester and a lot of faaaaaamily fudes) I think that Ink polariod day was fab, i might contribute to that one day. Where is Mr Brennan???? I think it is time he posted again Er, well that was fun, i really have to dash or i will have my ass considerably whipped ahhhh can't think of any witty endings, love and chips hannah b hmm that post really was shit _________________________________________________________________ Express yourself with cool emoticons http://messenger.msn.co.uk +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Ceasing Terror People
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.org 10 Feb '03

10 Feb '03

Dear sinister, First day back at work and already I doss... will this song ever make the B&S KARAOKE DVD? Hope so.. Ken Ceasing Terror People -------------------------------- We lay on the Baghdad Hissing just for practice Could we please be objective? Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us A hand over my mouth A hand over their veto Well, if I remain oppressive and you just want to cuddle Then we should be ok, and we won't get in a muddle Cause we're ceasing terror people At least that's what we say we are doing So how are you feeling? I don't think you can be dealing all those weapons we had very well You took Bin Laden for a dirty Cold War, that's ok But when it's over You are looking at the fellow freak through the eyes of a megalo (maniac) <Piano break> You're kissing their oil Your military action And you can't understand why all the other boys are going for the New, tall, weapon inspectors I'll admit it is a bitch, kid But if they don't see the armory then it is apparent that You're going to have to change Or you're going to have to go alone You'd be better off At least you'll know who you're nuking. We lay on the Baghdad Hissing just for practice Could we please be objective? Cause the other boys are queuing up behind us A hand over my mouth A hand over their veto Well, if I remain oppressive and you just want to cuddle Then we should be ok, and we won't get in a muddle Cause we're ceasing terror people At least that's what we say we are doing Ceasing Terror People At least that's what we say we are doing Ceasing Terror People At least that's what we say we are doing (... by Blair & Sebushtian) ********************************************************************** This email and any files transmitted in it are confidential and intended solely for the person or entity to whom they are addressed. If you have received this email in error please notify the UCLH Mail Administrator at mail.administrator(a)uclh.org. This footnote confirms that the email and attachments contained no viruses when they left UCLH. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Game Boy done Pong again
by Kenneth P Y Chu 09 Feb '03

09 Feb '03

hello all, Greetings! Hope all is well with you all. I'm just back from a lovely holiday in Hong Kong, which was fun but it's so nice to be home, where my bed is comfy (girls, take note) and where my B&S CDs are, mmm IYFS non-stop playing bliss. While in Hong Kong I had the pleasure of meeting two of HK Sinister Massiv' Richard and Paul, both of whom were Stella Artoises (that's as in two Stellar Fellas, rather than wife beaters), I reckon HK Sinisters should go bowling - it's only 8 dollars per game in Shenzhen you know... London dudes, another bowling weekender anyone? --- Big Stu reported... >>And I foolishly agreed to a competition to see who could wear the best >>costume. I don't normally dress like that, promise. For starters, my legs >>are too long so the stockings kept falling down.<< Those competitions are never a good idea, I once too agreed to enter one of those, and didn't I put the word "tit" back into "competition"? Though with that said, Big Stu, I dare you to interview Stuart M wearing those stockings....... love and red bulls, Ken (dreaming of the release date of the B&S KARAOKE DVD) -------------------------------------------------------- P.S.: Is Sarah Thurmond from New York City, USA also a member of this Parish? Well done to Stuart and Sarah - I wonder if you had to be the namesakes of B&S members in order to win that reporters competiton - I was hoping that someone called Gail or Gayle would win so that we will have a "Gail Reporter" but no such luck. _________________________________________________________________ It's fast, it's easy and it's free. Get MSN Messenger today! http://messenger.msn.co.uk +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Reporters Knocked Back/Be Their Valentine
by David Moore 09 Feb '03

09 Feb '03

Hi All, I felt better about not having got my own act together in sufficient time to submit an application for one of the Reporter jobs when I saw the quality of the ones rejected: Peter's one here http://www.banchory.net/belleandsebastian/reporters.html had me spluttering tea all over my computer screen at work yesterday afternoon. Good thing for Big Stu that Isobel's left the band now, that'll save him any embarrassment over that old asthmatic gerbil stuff. Over on the other side, in the death throes of the Bowlie Board, people are trying to sort out the lyrics to this song: If You Find Yourself Caught In Love If you find yourself caught in love Say a prayer to the Man above Thank Him for everything you know You should thank Him for every breath you blow. If you find yourself caught in love Say a prayer to the Man above Thank him for every day you pass You should thank Him for saving your sorry ass. If you're single, but looking out You must raise your prayer to a shout Another partner must be found Someone to take your life beyond Another TV I Love 1999 Another box of rosé wine If you find yourself caught in love Say a prayer to the Man above If you don't listen to the voices Then, my friend, you'll soon run out of choices What a pity it would be Oh you talk of freedom don't you see The only freedom that you'll ever really know Is written in books from long ago Give up your word to Him but don't you? things will change I'm not saying overnight but Something has to change You're too good looking not to live If you find yourself out of love Shed a tear for the one you love Tell your boss that you've gone away Down your tools for a holiday but, If you're going off to war Then I wish you well, but don't be sore If I cheer the other team Cos killing people's not my scene And please would you give the inhabitants a say before you blow the town away Oh I like to watch them? be? I like to marvel at the Random beauty of a simple village girl Why should she be the one who's killed? If you find yourself caught in love.... Any help in resolving the ?'s would be appreciated, thanks. This afternoon I participated in an argument as to whether this gig would be oversubscribed or not: A Valentine's Day special featuring Camera Obscura & The Ladybug Transistor, Friday 14th February, Hyndland Church Hall, Novar Drive, Hyndland (just off Hyndland Road along from Clarence Drive), Glasgow. (Scene of their first ever gig, according to the big man. I never realised until today that the Bowlie Festival was only their second, wow!) Only a fiver to get in, doors @ 8.30 p.m. What do you reckon, will the Hall be packed? Love, David Moore Chelmsford, UK +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Lost in TV. Or just ON Tv. Uh.
by a.s.t.r.i.d＠nme.com 08 Feb '03

08 Feb '03

Hello all you twees out there! I'm on tv right now. Well, ok, the video I'm IN is on MTV at the moment. There's me.... there's me... Yes, it was six hours in a legendary punkcafé/concert place of dancing like mad. Fuck we were tired. I still get tired thinking about it. Phew. Today, I've had a great day. Because it's not Snow-everywhere-and-fucking-freezing, but enough-snow-so-you-can-walk-properly-now-and-nice-temperature-in-air. I'm going to meet my friend Emelie soon, and we're gonna rent a video, make some really delicious food and talk about boys and music. And watch the movie of course. I am hoping for the cheesy teeenmovie with Mandy Moore. She's coloured her hair brown. She's got a tatoo of a butterfly. She's got a fringe. OH MY GOD SHE'S SUCH A REBEL!!! Or not. But it'd be fun to watch, the slogan for the film is "She walks her own way, does he dare to follow!". It's even weirdly put, I thought they'd put a "?" at the end. But no, keep it cheery and nice, yes why don't you. ! I like Beck's song Lost Cause. Beck rocks. I'm gonna give you a link to a NEW PHOTO OF ME. IN MY EXCITING AND REBELLIOUS SIDEPARTING. Because I have brown hair, I must be a rebel, because that's what I've learnt for the commercial for Mandy Moore's film. That must be the truth. TV is the best sometimes. Like when you're home alone, late at night, and you're eating crisps and getting it all over the place. When you're ABOUT to go to sleep, but then you see "Coming up next, TV3 documentary: THE CHIPPENDALES". Yes, I did watch. And was it a documentary about their emotional true selves? Fuck no. It was a fucking SHOW recorded in London. Man it was freaky. Someone has misinformed those not even young men that women's three biggest turnons are: 1) Men in scary, apricotcoloured thongs in spandex 2) Men who rub themselves violently in a, shall we say least, frightening way with weird stuff like small towels or something, or dryhumping their supposed-to-be army beds. 3) Men who call themselves The Chippendales and strip for them. YUK. It was funny though, their choreography of all: One man comes in, in a white uniform, as the one Richard Gere has on in an officer and a gentleman, and ltos of women scream, to the tones of that crappy theme song. Then another guy in the same suit comes in. Astrid thinks: Wow, gay love. That's at least a bit controversial instead of just bizarre "sexy" dancing. Third man enters stage, smiling. Astrid thinks: WOW. Fourth man enters stage. smiling of course. Astrid thinks: Hmmm. Now it's getting crowded. Fifth and sixth man enters. They all start takin of their clothes. Astrid thinks: Eeeeeeew, not AGAIN!!! and hides behind the crispbag. TV is the source of all knowledge. Hehe. I have to go now, but bye bye. The link to my pic is: www.angelfire.com/ego/astrid/newpic.html I have to warn you though, I look a bit dopey. Ah, screw it. "I'm the baby, gotta love me." Astrid x --------------------------------------------------- Who would you rather be - Ted Danson or Kevin Costner? Fab: Who the fuck is Ted Dancer? Ted Danson. Fab: Oh, Danson. Nick: I think Ted Danson wears a toupee. ______________________________________________________________ For up-to-the-minute music news, reviews and specials visit http://www.nme.com Get free e-mail (anyname(a)nme.com) now at http://www.nmemail.com The sender of this e-mail is NOT an employee or associate of NME, nme.com or any other IPC magazine. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Get me out of FLA
by Christine Irene 08 Feb '03

08 Feb '03

Greetings Sinister. I am nesteled cozily in my Dad's house in Florida. It is very strange being here when He isn't. I guess the reality of him being gone is finally hitting me. Yesterday the memorial was held. There were a lot of people which, as these things go, made me feel a bit better. Knowing that a lot of people thought highly of him was comforting. Dunno what today will bring. I *must* go to this little shop off of siesta key...they have the best salt water taffy EVER. I suspect this is due to the access to real salt water. On another note....I began to read "Dubliners".....granted it's not Ulysses, but it is by Joyce. Weee! Tomorrow brings the flight home. I can't wait to go home. When I am there I can pretend that everything is the same. At least I begin my new coursework in a months time. Yay!!!! Soon I will be Paul McGuinness Junior....then I can bite people too! :o) Oh well, I really had no reason to post...well, even moreso than usual. I owe a few of you emails which I will get to soon, I promise. kisses and cookie crisp ~sandy stine __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: late developer
by Gordon 07 Feb '03

07 Feb '03

These aren't so much polaroids as conventional prints, hence the delay in my post to the list. These four didn't have too many advisory stickers on them although I'm convinced I need a nice shiny new digital camera... It's a double height modern space, clad in marble. Across the shiny expanse of floor are dotted slim, bronze sculptures and bonsai . Illumination is from a grid of chandeliers in the ceiling, although this is augmented by a pulsing blue from beyond all-glass revolving doors, where a motorcade has arrived under the porte-corchere, busy this evening with policemen, camera crews, diplomats and a scattering of foreign ministers. The Grande Hotel Esplanade, Berlin, 1999, is accommodating delegates to a G7 Economic Summit. With her back just half way off the shot is a woman, who may be Madeleine Allbright. I'm over there by the lifts. My taxi from the airport has arrived about an hour ago and I have been spending the intervening period in the company of several White Russians in 'Harry's New York Bar' just off this foyer. The lift doors are open, revealing an expensive mirror and veneer interior. I am being carried into it,on all fours, by two smartly liveried porters, up to my room. There are around 15 of us students, in a high-walled yard to the rear of buildings we've borrowed from some Belgian Nuns for the week. On the paving in front of us is a large flask of red wine, upon which has been marked the passing of time and volume. Discovering the latest time has involved some puzzled gazing at a wrist watch, and the lowest projector-pen line is somewhat wobbly, veering and fading off down round the bowl of the flask. We have been caught in poses that may derive from some ancient ritual catharsis. We are dressed in lightweight, disheveled summer clothes. Ceren flashes her palms towards the lens. Like her feet, calves, cheeks and forearms, they are liberally splattered with green emulsion paint. The rest of us are similarly decorated and behind us, debatably more conventional use of this and other pigments is evident on sheets of wood, cardboard and unravelling reams of blank newspaper. We are in the 'Dionysus' phase of our 'Apollo and Dionysus' workshop, hotting up for some wild abandon beyond the walls, past the big top we're staying in and up into the woods. It is still mid-afternoon. We are in a ravine, and the twighlight sky is but a ragged band above us. Strewn in arcs across this and glowing against the rock and branches below are coloured bulbs. To one side, a footpath winds between some hut-like buildings from which, if this were not a mere photograph, could be sniffed the rich scent and sizzle of grilling kebabs. To the other side a mountain stream foams, eddies, rushes and flows down towards the distant rooftops of the city of Teheran. We are sitting on carpeted cushions on a wooden platform partially cantilevered over the water and beside one of the huts. Chief architect, international avant-gardist and tutor B. sits by two young Iranian architects and the four of us postgrads from London. We have been well fed and conversation is flowing towards dusk as we take turns inhaling from an antique smoking contraption known to the British as a 'hubba bubba'. My mum and dad are in this one, smiling and relaxed, across the table. Although laid with a clean white cloth in a dining room elegantly fitted with early twentieth century carpentry, the food on the plates is modest: croque monsieurs, to be precise. Out of the window to our left is water of dazzling turquoise blue. The colour owes to the water's origin in glaciers high up between the peaks of the Bernese Oberland which, being out of shot, we'll have to imagine. Also missing from the print is the satisfying rumble of old brass machinery as the steamer churns its way east towards Brienz. The final missing item is my brother, who ought to be sitting next to me. However, he's 2 years older than my fourteen and has taken an independent turn today. His own itinerary has opened with a train ride westwards out of Interlaken towards Thun. For our part, a walk in the fresh, sunny alpine air beckons, along with another photo in which I'm sure to be seen with an ice cream. Gordon +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: reporters
by Genevieve Wesley 07 Feb '03

07 Feb '03

Big Stu appeared and seemed to know who won the reporter competition. Jeez they work fast at the B&S HQ, don't they? First, reporters wanted. Five minutes later they are overwhelmed and NOW they've all ready decided? Well, there is someone out there in particular that I hope won a place, so here's fingers crossed. I want to know who won! It seems like an awfully exciting position to have. I didn't even bother to apply because I thought it was only useful if you were already in Scotland, but if they're flying in people from all over I shall be kicking myself. Isn't that how it used to be in the old days...travel around with the band, hang out with them at the hotels and catch a glimpse of all that sordid life that will result in myth making and rumours our grandchildren will whisper about! They've put up some of the entries on the site (http://www.belleandsebastian.co.uk/home/) including a very funny one from Sister Disco. There's been a fascinating interview with Phil Spector running in the paper all week that he gave shortly before all his current troubles I guess. Apparently, he has a wristwatch that speaks the time, with "It's 4 o'clock!" going off and such. Anyways, there was such a lovely bit in the interview, it sounded like something you could make a hundred ink polaroids out of: "...mythic teen fables of desire and need and pain, the ecstasy of a goodnight kiss, the agony of being much too young to be married; innocent and knowing, neon-bright and dungeon-dark all at the same time; delirious, feverish - mad" So congratulations to whoever won, don't forget to Report Back to us as your new career takes off! xoxo Genevieve p.s. I liked Ian's Sordid Linlithgow Nightlife Ink Polaroid because it reminded me of the summer and too much time spent there waiting for the bus. My polaroids there aren't ALL sordid though. When I went into town with two little girls, each holding my hand, them wearing their flowered dresses and sun hats and smelling of sun lotion, everyone smiled at us and the bus driver would let us on for free. I think this young guy who worked at the shop thought I was a bad nanny though...I'd buy the girls ice cream at 11 in the morning. I remember all the swans around the loch, and sometimes a dog would bark at them and the Papa Swan would turn around and get all nasty by fattening his neck and shaking his tail (? not sure what it's called!). I remember a young girl (around 10) in a belly top scrutinizing me as I waited for the bus. "How old are YOU?" "Nineteen." "Hmm! You don't LOOK nineteen." And then she tried to get cigarettes from everyone. _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 with e-mail virus protection service: 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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