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Sinister: these colors you see were picked in advance by some careful hand with an absolute concept of beauty.
by dagnyrae 09 Dec '02

09 Dec '02

notes: *eileen wrote the kind of post that made me join and come back. thanks for that. this post will pale in comparison. further commentary: they say that when you lose a part of yourself -- a limb, perhaps, or a fingertip -- you still feel it, even though it's no longer there. i think we feel this way about all parts of ourselves, physical or emotional; the funny thing about it, though, is that all we have from day one until the very end is what we were born with, what was always there. most emotions, or emotional attachments are not like that -- we create them ourselves. and when we lose one, we feel the pain of loss quite purely; we know it isn't there, and we doubt whether it ever really was. we don't feel like we still have that missing part; it is just gone. perhaps we can only truly lose those parts of ourselves that were always there, those fingers and toes and inclinations with which we were born. we cannot make additional limbs or fingers, though some days we might like to, and have them feel real and right. we can only adapt in what ways we know how and know, when some emotional attachment is severed, that that raw, freshly unadorned place in us is like an outlet on a wall, waiting for a new plug to be inserted, a new use. we all have those little holes to be filled when born, and, at that time, we have, too, a specific mold for which plugs must fit. we cannot force keys or forks or those little lite-brite pegs into our outlets without getting shocked. when we lose what we create, we must be comforted knowing that we can always create more with what we have, and have coming. *ian said he hoped that one day, people would still be twee. or something like that. i'd imagine if someone were to walk around my town carrying a teddy bear, of any size, he would be five, or considered 'odd.' i embrace oddities. i try to celebrate mine. and while sometimes overwhelming tweeness annoys me, i am that, i suppose, and i hope that everyone everywhere will someday retain that capacity to hold a teddy bear in public, which is just as good as saying i hope everyone will be able to remember what it was like to see the world colored by something more than things like war or images of what we are supposed to be in order to be deemed heroic and right. *music, in any form, should be the proper center of everything. if it comes from conversation or radios or mtv or a list, to dance and to sing without form is to be happy for a moment. i sing when i write, and i imagine that sometimes i sing always, even when sleeping or brushing my teeth or kissing some stranger in the basement of a house at a party. *elizabeth should buy light blue knee socks. i myself am wearing some right now, even though the cold outside warrants full stockings, and i wonder that i never managed to enjoy these when i was small. well. smaller. *** a thrift store in town closed this weekend, and i didn't know until today, when i went there to buy a dress, and found the windows covered with wide sheets of white paper. later, i heard the salvation army had bought the building, fired all the workers and sold the clothes and sundry goods inside at 75 percent off over the weekend. now i imagine fifteen or twenty people at home, fired and looking for new jobs two weeks before christmas thanks to, of all things, the salvation army. perhaps they can get jobs ringing those bells beside red buckets, raising money to help the needy through the charitable efforts of....oh. the salvation army. it's on days like these, with news like this, that i wonder about people and our inherent senses of right and wrong, animosity and goodwill. business versus pleasure. science versus romance. or something like that. *** for two years i was enamoured with a certain boy who i could find throughout the week at a certain coffee shop in town. he poured my tea and i flashed toothy smiles and i thought all would be well if i waited it out long enough. and one day not so very long ago, he and i sat on his porch, enclosed by a screen, on a couch with a bottle of wine and a pack of camel lights. he lit my cigarettes and i soothed his ego, and, in the end, he took my hand and led me inside without saying much. three days later, he said he hadn't meant it. he was drunk, of course, and i, like i generally do, read into things. gave meanings where there were none. i tried to get over it. in traditional girl fashion, i and my best friend got together over smokes and drinks and dissected, found all the asshole qualities with singleton glee and damned fuckwits worldwide. a few nights ago, at a party i chose not to attend, she and the boy kissed. and kissed. and kissed more. there is a date. that, apparently, will not be a "date," per se, just a jumping off dinner for discussion of friendship betwixt said parties. she won't care, they said of me. she'll understand. she loves us. she'll be ok. and so here i am, forty-eight hours later, wondering why it's ok to shit on someone you say you love in your own attempts at happiness. why, because that person loves you, you can assume that all will be forgiven out of love and the mutual human goal of attaining such happinesses. i'm not ok. i don't understand. and i feel as though i should. but now, through an act i did not create, nor would have chosen, i have lost something -- not necessarily a complete part, but a fraction of what i thought was a whole, honest, unconditional belief. i thought people meant the things they said. and the things for which they stood. perhaps, because i do mean the things i say, because i have the integrity of a non-falsified belief system, i am the minority after all. even the salvation army embraces hypocrisy these days. *rae __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? 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Sinister: A life in an hourglass....
by Joan of Dark 08 Dec '02

08 Dec '02

When in your ears, forgotten, you find the sand of the noon and on the corners of your eyes, dried salts, but not of the sea, then you know. Every summer, anywhere I might set sails for, its always here that I cast anchor On the lost continent of my childhood years, the mythical Atlantis of memories. The shattered skies of teenage yearn for the faded images of my reflected self, the way they reflect through the broken mirror of memories. Here, the sight gets perched, looking for the girl with the short trousers and the knees that were covered with scratches, between the leafage of time and in the deserted alleyways where she was forgotten. What am I looking for, I wonder, and what nails me down? What magnet directs the north pole of my feelings? When melodies resound husky, as if from within your tired, troubled mind, songs forgotten or that never existed, songs that you want to convince yourself that you remember, so as to not let yourself admit that you are so utterly alone When the hazy, weary notes harmonize with the whispering of the leaves in the summer breeze and the sounds, following the rhythm of your breathing, are discerned with difficulty ; the practiced ear of memory gathers echoes from the partings all through the years. A memory that flutters clumsily in the air, a moist nostalgia of return or repetition, and a feeling of absence that burns on the isle of indefinable desire. Then, when Virgo was the constellation of innocence. Then, when names were real and words held the true weight of their meaning. Even miracles were real then, because I needed them to be. Because I believed in miracles. Then. . . On the clear nights of August I would press my hands on my ears so hard, to hear the flow of the Milky Way that was spilled on the heavens, while in reality I was only listening to the flow of my blood streaming in the veins of my arms. Such were the miracles that I believed in then. Yes. That the world was as wide as a stride of my childish legs, created to suit my size. That it was given to me as a present and I was challenged to win it or lose it. But now the pain inside me gets unbearable because I was told in loud shouts never to believe in these things any more, as they are the most vulgar of lies. And I feel deadly cold inside because I knew it all along but as always, I was too scared to admit it. Even to myself . . . Now the sun lustfully strokes my limbs but does not manage to warm the unbearable cold in my heart. Light changes angle and refracts, flooding my eyes, and a scent of mint and dried soil fills my lungs . . . Then I know . . . . . .That the season is coming to an end, and with it, the crumbs of the illusory dreams, which I kept feeding my emaciated soul with. I wake up one morning and I find out not that theres nothing left to me, but rather that I did not leave anything to myself. That, like maybugs, I held my dreams tightly laced around their necks with strings too short, tied around my wrist. Left them hum insanely from anticipation and the false hope that they could drift me along, to fly with them. And in the end, one by one they were left to moulder in their shackles. Some of them managed to break free and fly away. As far as possible. From my crooked, arthritic fingers that strangle everything. The season is coming to an end and all that is left to us is the tan lines that carve our bodies trying to retain a memory, a faint scent of pine trees and sea-ravaged rocks, for as long as they can through the winter. But summer people are different than the ones of winter. They wear swimsuits, pretend to be Adam and Eve; they are immersed in the illusion of physical bliss. In winter, wrapped in their coats, buried in their worries, they try to forget, their eyes avoid meeting. Then you know that this is the end of a season. Its colour you cannot discern, neither its scent or taste. Only thing I am left with is a string through which the beads of my mistakes are pulled. A colourful ornament to wear around my neck. But my truths are kept elsewhere. And maybe all the things that I really loved where the ones that I let slip away from me, unable to bear their weight. My thoughts, weary, cannot even stand to reproduce themselves and fall senseless on the floor. I forget them there. Cast music on my open wounds. Sing to my festered scars to heal them... joanna _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: As I crawl out of my cocoon
by I am Tortuga 08 Dec '02

08 Dec '02

*blink* *look around* Quite a lot of you here. Once I get my bearings we shall have to become acquainted. *stretch* Oh, seems I have wings now. I'm not sure, but it may have something to do with that Chu fellow traipsing about and spilling red bull everywhere while I was trying to have a nap in the cocoon. Whatever happened, I shall have to find a good way to put these wings to use. My name is Kara and I like Lata Mangeshkar. See you all again very soon, Kara www2.bc.edu/~brielman _________________________________________________________________ STOP MORE 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: Am I wandering alone?
by sinkingpie 08 Dec '02

08 Dec '02

Music, on sinister? I'm sure someone said something along those lines, but I can't seem to find the post, hence no "" marks. So, music, and Storytelling. Seems to have been quite a lot of criticism of that considering this is generally a list of fans, and indeed criticism of the band's recentness (think I made that word up). Perhaps Storytelling didn't have the immediate catchy tunes from the If your feeling Sinister era, but perhaps that isn't such a bad thing. Some people evidently are not convinced by this style: "Here's my take on it: Storytelling was made for a movie, right? It's definitely not their best work, but it has some redeeming songs on it, right?....Anyway, what I'm getting at is that we should forgive them Storytelling..." I certainly enjoyed Storytelling, a nice mix of, well, everything really. From the opening instrumentals, to the out-of-context spoken word. The more lyrical offerings of "Wandering Alone" and "I don't want to play football" of course shouldn't be overlooked, but the trick with this album is that it is an album, not merely a collection of songs. Isobel's departure also should be mentioned perhaps. At first I certainly thought it was a bad thing, but if it gives Isobel more time for her solo projects, then I can see sense. The Gentle Waves sounded amazing when she was part of Belle and Sebastian, with more time, who knows what they can achieve. Anyway, I think I have stayed reasonably close to the guidlines suggested by ian's mirror, perhaps replies will happen, perhaps not. sinkingpie __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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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Re: Sinister: you have nothing to live up to, you have nothing to live down
by Holly 07 Dec '02

07 Dec '02

"then again.... maybe its time to say it..... i thought 'storytelling' sounded half-developed, like a band chucking out something for their fans, and saying 'will this do?'. i've been disappointed by their recent live performances. i think its sad that isobel left, (although at the time i thought it was good, because when you're on stage you really shouldn't have someone at the front, yawning throughout for all the audience to see, because if you can't even be excited about your own music, how can you expect other people to be?) err...where was i...oh yes... but now... i think its sad ....about isobel's departure... if struan was the brain of b&s, isobel seemed like the heart, at least to begin with, in those glory days and crazy crazy nights.." Here's my take on it: Storytelling was made for a movie, right? It's definitely not their best work, but it has some redeeming songs on it, right? Wandering Alone has the really nice violin interlude, does it not? And Scooby Driver, while short, is definitely worth a listen. Big John Shaft sounds quite a bit like regular 'ol B&S and even the title track is decent. Anyway, what I'm getting at is that we should forgive them Storytelling (which I readily admit, was a bit of a disappointment), and see what they go on to do. Afterall, I was a bit disappointed in Legal Man - I liked the song, but when I heard the whole CD, I sincerely hoped that it wasn't going to be their "new direction" - and it wasn't. I really enjoyed Fold Your Hands..., Jonathan David and I'm Waking Up to Us. As for Isobel leaving, before I decide whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, I want to hear their new alubm. For all I know, it could be full of songs just as wonderful as "Lazy Line Painter Jane" or "Century of Fakers". Then again, it could be full of "Beyond the Sunrise"s. (blech!) Furthermore, Isobel could always rejoin the band. Sure, it seeems like a long-shot since she's now busy getting a new release together (correct me if I'm wrong there), but you never know. She might decide that she likes working with the band better. And even if she doesn't rejoin, she can always do the occasional guest performance. Anyway, that's my two cents. -Holly -- __________________________________________________________ Sign-up for your own FREE Personalized E-mail at Mail.com http://www.mail.com/?sr=signup One click access to the Top Search Engines http://www.exactsearchbar.com/mailcom +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Today/Re:Hiding
by Dimitra Daisy 07 Dec '02

07 Dec '02

Dear Sinister, On the day Ian walked towards us in the park bringing cheap fizzy wine, strawberries and a chocolate cake, cheap fizzy wine, strawberries and a chocolate cake seemed like all one could ask for, all one needs to be happy. And there are days when strawberries and chocolate and wine dont mean nothing. There are days when the world seems quite hopeless: days when everyone seems unkind or at least inconsiderate, days when you think the world is so full of bad or wrong things youll spend all your life fighting against them and youll have no energy left to smile. Days that make you think that whats written on a wall just up the street is true. Live for your salary, die for you country the wall reads and there are days when I feel thats more or less what a lot of people get in this life. And that it is a great shame. But there are other days, days like the one Ian walked towards us in the park, or like today. Today is as cold as days in Thessaloniki ever get (quite cold) and so windy its hard to walk up streets. You can occasionally hear windows breaking, things falling off back balconies, door slamming and shutters banging. On top of all this its sort of raining too and the pavements are wet and slippery and full of puddles. I think everyone hates this weather, but I dont, at least not today. Despite having a cold and not feeling great, today I find this weather exciting. Today the world seems like a place full of light, a place where things could go right (despite so many of them being going wrong all the time), a place full with meaningful smiles, colourful things, even niceness and love; a place where we could be happy. I wrapped up in as many clothes as I could find and I went to the little shop on the corner to buy eggs, chocolate and tissues that come in a box with photos of flowers (guess which bit I like the most, the tissues or the box). The bloke who keeps it was listening to the radio. The radio was playing Palm Of My Hand. Palm of my hand is a rather old Pale Fountains song, of course most of you dont know the band let alone the song, but here it was a radio hit if sorts in the eighties However it is a very nice (quite Belle and Sebastian-y, actually) trumpety pop song about being in love, I think. And its probably the only trumpety pop song my first memories of which go way back to my childhood, one of the very few songs people used to listen to when I was really little that I would like even if I first heard them now. All this makes it pretty special, and what with the weather being a exciting and the world seeming like a nice place today I felt like the universe was smiling to me. Walking down the street I walked past the aforementioned wall and I read the writing on it again, and I realised I dont agree with it less today I just think there really is a way to get from things like that and that trying wont wear you out too much... I felt theres an inherence balance in the world and we just need to discover it and work with it My mind didnt take me very seriously but the rest of me was celebrating And I have no idea what it is that makes some days quite hopeless and some others so bright. Whatever it is, it seems quite random. What I know though is that I want a world like the one I see today, can someone give it to me for Christmas? Thank you, I will very much appreciate that, Dimitra Daisy xx Ps This started out as a reply to Eileens post... Im not sure exactly what it has to do with it though. ~~~~ Meanwhile, the idea has left its home in the sky and it was travelling fast through the atmosphere of the planet... it landed on the bed, among us, the empty cups of tea and the Lucksmiths, Sodastream and Magnetic Fields records. http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk/ _________________________________________________________________ Tired of spam? Get advanced junk mail protection with MSN 8. 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: Faggy But Nice
by Lucy Alder 07 Dec '02

07 Dec '02

Darling Sinister, Hands up if youre travelling from London to Glasgow next weekend! /me counts Sally Moore, David Moore, Big Gay Mark, Sarah G-S, Nal and, if she squints, she thinks she might also be able to see Ken Chu and Paul Ginger Fox. Wow! And to celebrate, were having a great big party called THE WINCHESTER CLUB! Its at the Woodside Social Club from 9pm with entertainment provided by the lovely Baptiste, the just-as-lovely Homescience and your friends the not-all-that-lovely-but-they-do-their-best Winchester Club DJs. And, as Jimmy Cricket might say, theres more! If you arrive nice and early theres a free CD of festive choons just for you including offerings by Sinisterines past and present: The Pines, Chris Leonard, The Red Bulldozers and The Dudley Corporation! But it is a limited edition thing so do come early and don't miss out. Oh, go on, do! My favourite post this week was by Gordon. And thats not even parrot-bias. New kids on the sinister block can check out previous Parrot offerings by going to the Sinister home page and typing Poetry Parrot into the search box and hitting the return key. Look, Ill do it for you http://www.missprint.org/cgi-bin/anylistsearch.cgi?query=poetry+parrot&list… OK, before I scare you half to death by magically transforming into Sam Walton, Ill run off and do some work. Its what Im here for, after all. Juicy Lucy ===== The one, the only Glasgow Indie List! http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/glasgow-indie/ ************************************************** The Winchester Club http://www.geocities.com/the_winchester_club __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.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: I Wonder What The Working Title Of The New Album Is?
by David Moore 07 Dec '02

07 Dec '02

Hi All, I've been thinking of writing to you for quite a while, but I didn't have much to say. I still don't know whether that's changed - I'll let you decide. I don't think it's been mentioned here, or in that other place that the Dirty Vicar finds more exciting, but there has been a little Belle And Sebastian activity apart from them recording a new album, getting the Horn, etc. A bloke called Ben Vaughn released an album called Glasgow Time on Francis Macdonald's Shoeshine records www.shoeshine.co.uk and a bloke called Stevie Jackson contributed backing vocals & played bass & harmonica on it. It's OK. Francis M has put out his own album (as Nice Man) called Sauchiehall And Hope and a nice girl called Sarah Martin took the photographs on the cover. Its pretty nice. The Shoeshine empire's best recent release by far is of course Laura Cantrell's When the Roses Bloom Again (I think you have to look at http://www.shoeshine.co.uk/Roses%20page.htm for that one). WOW!. That was a bit on topic really, wasn't it? Ok then, lets get off: One of my favourite musicians is playing two shows in London soon (& now that he lives in Sweden that doesn't happen very often). Ant, formerly drummer with the former Hefner, will be at the Betsy Trotwood on the 19th of December. Jack Hayter will support, Darren Hayman will play records. I suspect John will lurk about too. Then on the afternoon of the 21st Ant plays RoTa, in the Notting Hill Arts Club, with some other dudes. You could listen to some of his stuff at www.antpop.com , but I recommend going in any case. There's a Ant song on a Swedish compilation called Hit Music Only, which also contains a Sodastream song that you can't get anywhere else. If that's of interest try http://home6.swipnet.se/~w-67927/index.html for more info. I hope I'll see some of you lovely people this evening, & more of you next weekend. Take care of yourselves, 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: The Perils of Being a High School Senior
by elizabeth trawick 07 Dec '02

07 Dec '02

Hi Sinisters. It's been a while, hasn't it? I was blowing up balloons at work today and one of them popped. Well, the whole balloon didn't pop. Just the bottom. I have a habit of closing in air between the opening and the actual balloon part... What a horrible thing! My teacher played some music the other day from Ireland or Scotland. I can't remember which because I've a horrible memory, but I remember looking to my friend Laura and the both of us saying "Oh, that sounds like Belle and Sebastian!". It did indeed sound like them. Nice and comfy-like. I enjoyed everything my teacher played that day. At the end of the class I told her that my friend and I were both reminded of Belle and Sebastian and that she ought ('you can't get an "ought" from an "is"', and I don't know why I put that there ;) to listen to them. I asked if she would like to borrow a cd. She replied yes. With a smile, no less! I've been trying to find a way to get her into Belle and Sebastian since I found out she's a Simon and Garfunkle fan. Hee. Well. Today I brought Dog On Wheels for her to listen to. I told her that my favourite song by them is String Bean Jean (oh goodness, there are so many reasons why!) and that she should especially pay attention to it. I was very frightened that I wouldn't have my cd back. She was leaving for New York this afternoon and she hadn't given it back to me by the end of the day. Oh, but she did give it back to me just in time! She found me in Computer App. She put the cd in my hand and told me "I liked it. All of it." with a big toothy grin. I couldn't help but smile and ask "Really?". I offered to let her borrow a full-length cd and she said she would love to (in her own words, hee). Oh, the joys... My trip to Glasgow is inching ever closer. I'm getting very excited right now. I can hardly stay put in my seat! I should be excited because I'm spending time with my boyfriend over there, but oh goodness... I'm more excited about Scotland! What an awful girlfriend I must be! Perhaps I can (and more than likely will!) meet a few of you out there. That would be terribly exciting! Ah, I must get going now. There is hair to be dealth with and clothes to be changed! And also a few Orlando Bloom pictures to be looked at (but that's just between you and me)... xoxo, Elizabeth p.s. I bought myself a pair of knee-high socks (someone posted about them once!) and I quite like them. They're only black. Perhaps I will take the plunge and get the baby blue pair I've been wanting so badly! _________________________________________________________________ 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: i'm waiting on the rain, i'm waiting for the frogs to fall, down on me
by Matthew Henderson 07 Dec '02

07 Dec '02

So it's almost Christmas time. One of my favourite times of the year. If not THE favourite. I'm sick again. Well, i've always been sick I suppose, but this is in the physical sense. I'm sick a lot out here. Especially the last month and a half or so. It's terrible. And it always pops up right around the time each of the essays for my courses are due. I was so excited about this Scottish History Essay. I was picking out the books with a childish glee, really. Just the thought of immersing myself for a few days in the early stewart kings of Scotland, learning the treachery brewing around James I, the unfortunate Black Douglas incident of James II, That bitch of a battle at Flodden for poor James IV. But the day I picked out my first few books, it hit me. I was dizzy and tired and couldn't concentrate. I was coughing so much I couldn't read the book properly. I couldn't take anything in. Today is the first day I haven't really been coughing since then. I know I'm getting better, but I'm constantly tired and have a killer headache. Why does this keep happening to me? I don't think Glasgow likes me. I really don't. It's a lovely town, it really is, but I don't take advantage of it by any means. I probably should, and I just might, if I wasn't sick all the damn time. Or broke because an ATM took my bank card, and I have to wait six weeks to get a new one. Or I'm just too lazy. Sure the people are great, and I meet lots of interesting people all the time (although I can never remember who they are). And NPL and especially the Winchester Club <cough>fridaythethirteenthpeople!<cough> are brilliant fun, but I never got ill back home. I think when I'm better, I'm going to go to woolworths and get myself some christmas decorations. It's a great time of year. Brings back lots of good memories. And I love the winter. I love the cold. I'll be going home for Christmas in a few weeks. I'll decide when I get back if I want to stay here. I probably will. I don't like giving up that easily. I haven't even been to Stirling or Falkirk or Edinburgh yet. Or Berwick or even Langside. I have to do that. Glasgow and I will have to come to some sort of understanding. I think we could be really good friends. I really do like the weather here. -Matt P.S. On a belle and sebastian note, does anyone know why "MS." House and Sarah Martin were thanked at the end of the Pavement documentary "Slow Century"? I have to admit, that's the real reason behind this long, rambling, and somewhat depressing e-mail. And I think my headache had something to do with it as well. _________________________________________________________________ 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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