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Sinister: The SSSS...
by Jay Eckard 29 Nov '02

29 Nov '02

Evenin' there, Sinifolks. As I sit here digesting my few meagre scraps of turkey -- there were issues, shall we say, in my getting to the family dinner -- I ruminate. I think to myself, how can I squeeze the most enjoyment of the season? For it is now the Christmas season, officially, as all of us in retail shake our heads and mutter curses to the backs of the slack-jawed customers of the world. I've had ideas, of course. But putting a party hat on Murphy the Wonder Cat and sharing a bottle of champagne with him ended, as they say, in sadness. Murphy, it seems, is a mean drunk. I have the clawmarks to prove it. My other idea has been greeted with at best laxidasical laconicity. Llew all but sneered. Jayward was unmoved. Therefore I bring it to you. Yep. I think there should be a Sinister Southern Seasonal Soiree. Our own little picnic indeed.* I'm more than willing to be the picnic mummy (would that be Maw in these parts?). Anyone who is interested can contact me. So can anyone interested in mocking me. I crave attention. I'd suggest the little burg of Chapel Hill in NC because a) I live there b) Aruni lives close by c) It seems to be the most central point from Georgia to DC and d) Ms Llaura Llew would probably be peeved if I pimped out her household without asking first. So yeah, the point: Festivity: yea or nay? *And oh yeah, babies: There will be sexuality cups. (www.joannou.net/petullant/2002_11.html) -- "The Posby falls into a Trance In which it does a little Dance." Edward Gorey _________________________________________________________________ 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: I'm feeling so blue, cos I'm head over heels in love with you
by Joanne Hill 28 Nov '02

28 Nov '02

I've not had any Sinister posts all day so I thought I'd write one myself. This evening I went with my two new friends from Sussex uni to the Silver Dollar, its a really nice little bar near uni. It looks a complete dive from the outside and we never thought we'd go there cos it looks so dodge and is next door to a hotel that looks like it hires out rooms by the hour...but a month ago, we were told to go on a Wednesday because its bluegrass night and is very good, so we went along and have been there every week since, me and Carrie, she is nice, we get along well in one of those recently-met-but-I-think-we-might-end-up-really-good-mates kind of ways. I'm glad because it means we never run out of things to say, which is often a problem with people you don't know and don't really want to know either. We've started to recognise and sing along to a few of the songs on bluegrass night. Tom thinks that is really sad and laughed at us. Tonight he came along too, because we decided he needed a night out. I had thought it would be a good idea, but he put a dampner on things, because he started to laugh at me for liking pork, sun dried tomato, basil and parmesan sausages from Sainburys, and I got in a mood, he's always criticising something. And he just sat there, not talking, and my plan to get him to snap out of whatever is his problem didn't work. Tom is difficult sometimes, a lot of the time, and it can affect others. He enjoys his depressiveness. I also think he is being stupid at the moment because he wants to go home to England at Xmas and not come back, and I think thats a big mistake, just giving up this chance of living somewhere new for a year. Theres only five months left anyway, and Toronto is cooler than anywere I've been to in Britain. So I sat in silence ignoring Tom and watched the guitarist who looked like his heart wasn't in it tonight. He only sang one song and he sounded as bored/tired/unhappy as he looked. But the crowd didn't mind. They had a new girl bassist to look at, and some weird bloke dancing, he looked like he was on speed cos he kept rubbing and scratching his head as he was bopping along. Joanne _________________________________________________________________ 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: finding new ways of doing better than my worst
by rrrrobyn 26 Nov '02

26 Nov '02

oh, sinister... le sigh. there are shelves and shelves and shelves of books on technology in the library. biotechnology. computer technology. history of technology. it's like having a category for, like, life - everything eventually just falls into it. well, it all will one day. mwah ha. ha. anyway, several of these books are now staring their spines at me from across the room, stacked up in the way daunting things tend to be. earlier i felt that i'd accomplished something today simply by finding these books and bringing them home, but then realized that i'd actually have to *read* these books. both an exciting and sigh-inducing prospect. my roommates are watching that ya-ya sisterhood movie (fuck the whole title, yo, knives, etc.). i am having nothing to do with that. i used to enjoy a good schlock-fest, but now, and i fully blame school for this, when i watch bad hollywood romantic-drama-comedies (dramadies, i've heard them called, but this reminds me of dromedaries. and then i've got, like, pictures of sandra bullock and hugh grant on a small camel in my head (in my head!) and that just ain't right. (and seriously, i'm both relieved and horrified that some genius finally put those two together in a movie. the queen and king of romantic comedy! you'll excuse me while i leave the theatre during the trailer.)) right, so when i watch such movies now, well, it's awful. i didn't even enjoy 'sweet home alabama' a while back - it was tortuous (yet i stayed? robyn shakes her head). this all calls into question my ability to enjoy any mainstream hollywood schlock! it used to be my out! my sunday matinee unwinding, my brain-numbing 90 minute vacation from life. yet now it only serves to take me further in! when i only want out of my brain for a while. related to all this is that i saw 'punch drunk love' last week. and the people ('critics') who are calling this film a romantic comedy clearly have no understanding of definitions of terms. we all *know* what 'romantic comedy' means (see bullock/grant ref above), and, while clearly playing on this term, 'punch drunk love' is not a 'romantic comendy', not even in the most self-reflexive of senses. in fact, i love it for its lack of self-reflexiveness, how it actually goes beyond 'subverting expectations' to making the viewer (okay, me) nervous and overwhelmed b/c there are no expectations to subvert even though i really wanted them, were i to have them, to be subverted. subvert! please! but noooo, i just sat there with my eyes wide and my heart kickin' it, saying 'what?! how?!' it freaked me out. but, yes, of course, in a good way. freaky freaky movie. if i were to make movies they would probably be like that. horror movies that no one realizes are horror movies until after they're over. it's, like, the horrodramady. get ready 21st century - a new kind of horror has hit the block and it's got hilarious miscommunication and heart-felt kissing in it! er. also, i made some really good applesauce the other day (the secret is: cloves). i think it calmed me down. and also alleviated the food-wasting guilt that was coming on every time i opened the fridge to see those neglected apples i'd bought oh so long ago. aw, crap, you didn't really need to know about the applesauce, did you? i got my student loan though, so i'm going out this week to stock my empty cupboards. but i'm sure i'll buy apples again, thinking that they're cheap and good for you, and then this cycle of guilt will replay itself. ah ha, but not if i make applesauce right away! i *can* solve my own problems, after all... i'm so glad sinister exists. and i'm not just saying that b/c there's a christmas present in it for me. :) i'm saying that b/c maybe i'm thinking too much. about thinking. about things. y'think? hrm and nrr and other sounds. robyn ===== I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything. ~Steven Wright ~~~ Robyn Fadden rfadden(a)yahoo.com Montreal, QC __________________________________________________ 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: Deadline for Christmas Exchange
by Madeleine McNeil 25 Nov '02

25 Nov '02

My doves, I am here in my elfin capacity to remind you all that today is the last day for signing up for the Sinister Christmas Gift Exchange. You can do this by sending your name your postal address the number of people you want to send gifts to any special preference you have, for example, if you only want to send within your country. Note: Please stop asking to be matched with rich people. Any rich people on the list have already been found and captured by the Llew and myself. Send these details to lleweth(a)hotmail.com. We're going to have to be rather strict with the deadline, I'm afraid. I have already pulled my hair into a tight chignon and put on my secretary glasses, just to suit the mood of strict but innuendo laden administrative type. We aim to have all the matching done by Wednesday, as then Llew is off to chase more boys and dip them in vats of melted Dairy Milk and I shall return to doing whatever I normally do. I'll be the one procrastinating and chain smoking in the corner, then. Many thanks to Dappers for her post about the poetry parrot (and her kind words about my underwear). REMEMBER, IF YOU WANT TO SIGN UP TO THE GIFT EXCHANGE YOU MUST DO IT TODAY OR MISS OUT FOREVER (or until we do it all again next year). Love Madeleine _________________________________________________________________ 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: if you wanna have your cake and eat it, too, and if you wanna have other people watch you while you eat it, go ahead.
by dagnyrae 24 Nov '02

24 Nov '02

some things first: * there is a girl at the paper named scarlett herring.i find great joy in this. * someone asked about love, and what it is. mentioned high fidelity and bagged on bon jovi. i'd like to think love is a mix of what we are and what we'd like to be, what we like and what we are like. i like bright eyes. many people find bright eyes similar to the bleating of goats or other similar animals. and if i admit i like hanson as well. well. all hell might break loose. maybe this is why i have such trouble with you lot of boys and love. my unsolicited: if you stop liking someone because of his or her tastes, there's probably some other undefined reason. it wasn't meant to be. you might be shallow, but i don't think less of you for it. every rose has its thorn. * most important of these small notations: i heard from my friend bron today. some of you know her, i think. she is home. and i am happy about that. *** lately i have found myself listening to a lot of the exact same music i listened to at this time last year, though then it was for the first time, and now it is like revisiting. or trying to recapture. something like that. at any rate, i've drug out the superchunk again, and am waiting for superchunky days of snow and late century dreams, followed with i love my car and a little dose of now it's overhead. strange, the things i attach to music. i was so happy then. this time, i am still happy. i think. in a different way, to be sure, and perhaps not a better one. but who am i to rate the quality of happiness? isn't happiness just happiness all the time? does it come in different kinds and colors? should i think of it like little jolly ranchers, individually wrapped but all in the same candy dish? when the peach-flavored run out, the other flavors will do almost as well. *** my purse got stolen last night. i went to a coffee shop at home (for i was home for the weekend), and i put my glorious blue suede plus fur collar coat on a chair behind me and my bag on the seat of the chair. i was talking to this craggy older guy named mark. turns out he was to be the first person i've met yet who has the same disease as i. he held his hand out next to mine and we compared the crippling, smiling and laughing and knowing that life was just as good for us as anyone else. and i saw a kid sitting in the chair with my coat. when he got up i looked for my bag, and it was gone. generally, i'd expect myself to fall to more pieces than i did. police were called. mark and another coffee shop patron, a wonderful suburban-father-type, jumped up and ran outside to, i assume, hunt down the thief john wayne-style, retrieve my bag and save the poor little lady. turns out the thief's friend was the man sitting with my coat, and, after a bit of me saying, "i want my bag back NOW, fucker," the thief came back and returned my bag with everything in it except my cigarettes. o to have lost my nat sherman mints! the funny thing was, sitting on the corner of the street in a mini-skirt and fur, digging through old grocery receipts and check stubs, taking out my credit cards and compact and tubes of lipstick, license and magic marker and lighter from korea and mobile, i thought suddenly that everything i was at that moment was in that bag. and that everything i ever really was would be in that bag, five rectangles of plastic and a phone, all those receipts for food and cigarettes and whatever bank statements i had in there. a pen. a bunch of makeup. keys. in there: a girl, with an affinity for writing in red ink and a shitload of debt. if i lost everything last night, i would have. i would have turned over my identity, my money, my connection to everyone, my way around town and home. all those numbers and keys -- we are all that. strip us of it, and what we are then is just another naked person, without a name or number, some sort of something. without my bag i would just be a girl in a mini-skirt and unfortunate fur, holding out her hand to compare crippling with the next nameless man next to her. thank goodness i got it back. what would i do if i lost myself? where would i be? cue the pixies: thank fuck this thanksgiving if you know where you are, and who, and are happy. *rae __________________________________________________ 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: sad eyed lady of the lowlands
by andrew thorpe 24 Nov '02

24 Nov '02

Paint takes an awfully long time to dry, and isnt that fun to watch, so while it does I thought Id take this opportunity to write to you. How are you this autumn morning? I am in good spirits. I woke up this morning and leaped from my bed, to my surprise, with an eagerness I havent felt for a long while and at a shockingly early time. 10 oclock may not sound like a time that would prompt phases such as the early bird catches the worm! from passers by with little else to do but quote useless axioms, but for me, on a Saturday morning it is quite unbelievable that Id be in any state other then slumber. For the past couple of months Ive been finding it very hard to sleep, even more so then usual. Recently the only way Ive manage to break down the barrier of my endless consciousness is to turn to a rather vulgar stereotype. However according to this computer it was 11:02 when I started writing. Normally Im still twisted inside my sweat soaked bed sheets - not up, out of bed, fully dressed, with caffeine pumping through my veins half way through an essay. Ok, thats not entirely true my essay only measures three paragraphs, but three great paragraphs! Sentence after sentence that have an almost poetic beauty, a fine, superb introduction, the reader is instantly hooked, their attention is fixed, you want to find out more. No! You need to find out more (which is quite an amazing feat as the essay is comparing the work of the Italian Expressionist Painter and Sculptor Amedeo Modigliani (who according to microsoft word doesnt exist, seeing as how his name is now adored with a red squiggly line) (1884-1920) and Louis Corinth, who so far I know little of, apart from that hes painted a very nice postcard which has been stuck to my bedroom wall for many years, although I hope by the time I reach the end of the essay that will have changed). Yet still it is only an introduction. It seems that there is only 626 words inside of me that can say about Modigliani and Corinth, that I have already exhausted all possibly avenues of interest within three paragraphs, that I have run out of ideas, out of ink. I hate writing, and yes Im aware of the irony saying that through a letter! I suppose I just hate art history, or contextual studies as my college prefers to call it, dont ask me why. True, it does have its advantages, I once impressed a girl by telling her about the effect Ancient Greek sculpture has had on modern society, that the reason we all strive, some more actively and successfully then others, to this one shape, to this one ideal can be traced directly back to Ancient Greek sculpture. But I dont think it really impressed her all that much, and its far more possible that my art history lecturer was talking a load bollocks and consequently I was to her, and she knew it. But even though I have only managed a few paragraphs I suppose its better then being at collage, where each and every day seems to be a plaster cast of the one before. Or at least it always feels like it in the morning. I arrive in to collage at half eight, stroll through corridors, past the library and down to the cafeteria, where I purchase a disgustingly tasting and priced coffee for half an hour until I climb the cold stone staircase to the studio, where I wait to be patronised and bored till five oclock, the only variety seem to be in which book I pick up from my bedroom floor to gulp down with my coffee. Unfortunately over the past two months there was been an unpleasant addition to this harmless routine. Each morning my bitter coffee is interrupted by the banal chatter of a history student. The girl in question is a greasy Goth that as kind friend pointed out, most likely has a crush on me. But I suspect the only reason she comes up to my table in the morning, interrupting me from my cup of coffee and book, is that she thinks Im cool whatever that is. I think she like the fact that Ive read Russian literature, that Im an art student, that I have long hair (well long for a boy) wear clothes which differ from the almost regulation Reebok and Nike outfits of the collage, listen to bands which she has never heard of, can often appear be having vicious arguments about Marxism, globalisation, and other things which she recognises the words of yet knows little about, and even for my almost constant sarcasm. Maybe its because I cant take a compliment, or that I at least dont know how to react to one, but she really annoys me, especially when I start to think about it. She ambushed me again on Friday, while I was having my lunch, she talked a lot, I didnt, like most of the conversations Im unfortunate enough to have with her, and then she fixed me with a quizzical stare and asked me if I was gay. I havent laughed so long and hard in a very long time. She couldnt see what was so funny though. From what I remember, I dont think I actually answered her, but I think she got my message. Thinking about it again, Im tempted to say yes. Im glad I didnt give her a proper answer, that I remained ambiguous. I can see why she might think such a thing; I suppose to certain people I could appear to have an effeminate manner. Im not a lad, and I hope I never become one. I like music, I like poetry, I like art! I can some times come across as condescending - as bitchy. I have long hair, which my college buddy jokes that it makes me look like a girl, and she knows (a mistake on my part, forgetting to think before I open my mouth) Ive just come out of a long relationship that I refuse to talk about, and is complicated, which she will no doubt hear as complicated. I find it offensive though that someones sexuality, someones identity can be determined from a minor list of superficial details. But the reason I dont mind her thinking Im gay, is not because she might now leave me alone (although I cant deny it is an advantage, but I hope I would never do something so vulgar on purpose) or that I am secretly - it is because Im not gay, it is because Im straight. If she believes Im something Im not, if she thinks this, if she knows this then she doesnt know me. She will then, and presumably the rest of the college in a few days time, only know a lie, like or hate a lie, but not me. I will merely turn into a figment of her imagination. Goodness, this is becoming very self-indulgent and absurd. Maybe its the Bob Dylan Im listening to, but I doubt it. Dont you think Just Like A Women, and Sad Eyed Lady OF The Lowlands are just simply beautiful songs? Although I must admit that at 11.20 mins Sad Eyed Lady does get a bit a repetitive, but it is still wonderful. Listening to songs like that makes me want to be able to play the guitar even more, its like this tremendous itch I want to, no, need to scratch but cant. Ive been listening to Blonde on Blonde quite a lot recently; I even slipped a quick sketch of the record sleeve into one of my sketchbooks. Id gambled on the top honcho of the department having good taste, like stereotypical art lovers should, and hed be less harsh to one of his own kind, but if he did recognise it (as my parents both did) he didnt show it (as he didnt make fun of me for it as my parents both did). It was part of a last ditch attempt to bulk up my portfolio for Assessment, if any scrap of paper with the slightest scrawl on it came within my eyesight I stuck it in. Assessment was last week, it last all week long everyone is interviewed, our work is reviewed, were marked, and if it isnt all there, or if it isnt good enough youre out. My interview was at 1.00 p.m. on Friday, it was late in the week as we were in alphabetical order, for the first time in my life Id been truly thankful my surname is Thorpe. All week Ive been working my balls off, trying to get everything done, trying to get it good enough. But Id been working for the past 3 months, since college started, trying to do this, and I knew I couldnt turn everything around in a week, but I kept on trying to. By 1.00 I hadnt finished everything. I had the interview; Im not sure how it went though. I hadnt had time to arrange any of my work in any sort of order, but it seem that must of my drawing and painting work was at the top of my portfolio (there are four sections drawing + painting, ideas, 3D, and another which is sort of like textiles but isnt). They were very complimentary of my drawing and painting, especially my life studies. But I never know who to take compliments, from anyone, I never know who to respond, and I never know how sincere they are being, as they never seem to be sincere at all. I noticed though they, my lecturers, said less the further we got through my portfolio, I hoped it didnt mean anything. They then started to ask me questions, about my work, which is quite easy to comment on (there is only one way to comment on it after all), and well art in general. I have lots of ideas, lots of opinions, but when I speak, especially in situations like this I suddenly have no opinions, and certainly no conviction. Once I got started, it was ok. I was standing up, they were all sitting down, which was quite weird, Im sure all the other students had a chair. I considered sitting on the floor but I thought it wouldnt make the right impression. The only real problem came when Id got have way though my answer and realised Id only heard half the question. I was talking about contemporary artists at one point, only to realise that both artist I had started to talk about were dead. Anyway I got through, everyone got through. Sometimes I wonder why I worry so. Well I reckon the paint will be dry by now. Cheerio _________________________________________________________________ Protect your PC - get McAfee.com VirusScan Online http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: unlike my brother who is freudian i am a jungian so there is no blaming mother today
by Jonathan Skinner 23 Nov '02

23 Nov '02

SO dear sinister how is every little thing? i have been until today in remarkably good form. A girl i went to school with died today of cystic fibrosos so now the whole deal of the removal takes place tomorrow and the funeral on monday etc etc The removal is always the strangest thing in the whole thing partly because i never know what to say. The whole deal of it is the coffin is laid out and the family sat on the front row and you go up and talk to them a normal one being- "sorry for your troubles" i never know what to say and i normally chicken out of saying anything and just silently shake hands. it mostly means go in talk to the family then stand talking to friends and in this case teachers then the rosary beads come out then the hearse will come and go to the church out in the country-a town land named Ovens of all things Irish society is so weird partly because in many ways it is normal and progressive like everywhere else but then you have they little traditions that have come from a different era. The suburb that i live in is semi rural. I live 10 minutes from Cork city but also 10 minutes from open country side with old church ruins and lakes and everything. So half of the people in my school were from the country so i have become more aware of partly because i had to if the different ways. The removal is a must, you have to go to it-it is considered bad form if you don't.Hell it is still tradition for all the shops to shut the doors and turn the lights off when a hearse goes by. I suppose i like it being slightly different and perhaps backward than other people-it gives us a bit of a difference. I suppose the past really does influence the present. You can't drive anywhere without reminders of the past. Old ruined cottages abbandoned since the famine , bars in the country where traditional music is played with or without tourists , ruins of monastries and catherdrals next to crannógs and fulachtai fias (from the stone age) or old battle grounds- you can't actully get away from it. i suppose it is oddly comforting to know at least that the place you live has been good enough for people for millenia and probably will be for ever. That is what i notice most when ever i am in the states. Driving though and with farms everywhere and no ruins from previous eras and towns all planned in grids and everything , it unsettles me slightly and i really don't know why i am writing any of this. Anyway so another thing i wanted to digress on. Love. does the maxim from high fidelity ring true " it is what you like , not what you are like" is compatibility say within music a must for a relationship- obviously i could never go out with a girl that likes bon jovi or what ever but do you think that it really matters what music you like or films or whether you are interested in art or photography. is full compatibility needed or could that get boring? i suppose i should really come out and say it. i won't say fallen for but a girl has come into my circle of friends and she is nice and is quite good looking and i sort of got a thing for her. But then we started chatting about music and stuff and it turns out that *gasp* horror of horrors that she does indeed like bon jovi. Long story short when i heard this is almost immedietly stopped liking her. What the hell is wrong with me? i got on fairly well with her and then suddenly i stopped liking her and started noticing other faults. which i won't list cos then i will probably seem more shallow than i actully am. It was like dominos or what ever one thing then they all collapsed. So has anyone else gone through the same thing? i hope to god at least someone else has. Um i suppose i should bring in that i am perhaps belately getting into apples in stereo and the mainstream part of me is listening and really really enjoying ben folds mostly because of the show i went to of his last month in dublin anyway i must go and do , ahh who am i kidding i have run out of things to say godspeed jonathan (oh yeah i think the ravonettes from denmark deserve and honourery mention and yes i am aware that i have spelled it wrong and various other things as well but i cannpt be bothered looking at the dictionary) +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: right or wrong
by Mr Nicholas Litzow 23 Nov '02

23 Nov '02

i just don't know if i'm right or if i'm wrong, but as i sit here in the early momements of morning, still half-drunk on cheap wine, head spinning, i have an intense desire to know the answer to that question. I leave for san francisco (for 3 months) in a week. I desperately want to see all the beautiful people i know in my life before i leave. Tonight I was invited to a housewarming party through some uni people, who are all beautiful, but at the same time wanted to see my other friends, in particular one girl, who i have just started seeing. I organised to meet the latter later on in the evening. However, the uni party dragged on, people came late, people changed plans and I had no one there to go out with (to where i was to meet said very cute and very special (VCAVS) girl). Furthermore, most other friends pulled out. Was waiting for the movement out that i was promised but stagnated and didn't organise much. Meanwhile VCAVS girl sends message saying she is going home. I reply that I wish I could see her and get a vitriolic message in response. "No, I'm not going to pretend that I don't care about this stuff anymore. No reply please." At which point my world crumbles and uni party around me seems insignificant and small and lifeless. Subsequent messages (in the hope of getting voice, or better still, actual interpersonal contact) proved fruitless and, seemingly, more abraisive to said VCAVS girl. Oh sinister, i have noone to discuss this with so drunkenly i turn to you. I am at fault partly, sure, but no deserving of this surely? I have done this before, admittedly, but never thinking of consequence. It can be so hard to balance, and I just end up hurting the wrong people. I just don't know.. 'Never gonna fall in love again' as gary lightfoot says. Maybe music will soothe this feeling, this internal grinding and clenching. I might as well try. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Boolean boolean boolean
by Lucy Alder 22 Nov '02

22 Nov '02

So, I was concerned about the Poetry Parrot. Is that a crime? I know he's an annoying little fuckwit, but that doesn't mean I don't look out for him. And if he disappears for any considerable length of time, I get in touch with the Missing Parrots Bureau. As it turns out, Daplyn's email is up the swanny at the moment. Or, at least, her tappity light box doesn't seem to like dialling S-I-N-I-S-T-E-R. So, she asked me to forward that which she wrote. And here it is. --- Daplyn Elizabeth <Elizabeth.Daplyn(a)haringey.gov.uk> wrote: > Subject: Boolean boolean boolean > > > ATTENTION ADULTS > > Ooh! Ken was organised and organised some bowling: this was a good > thing. > And Rowan's is dead dead close to my house, hurrah. Unfortunately, I > failed > to feed people tea and cake, but just went to the pub and played rubbish > pool after being rubbish at bowling. Also, the Red Bull Dozers had > their > live debut in the form of Ken and Stefano performing a song close to our > hearts. > > MON AMOUR TOKYO > > Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I heard the vague whisper of a rumour > about > a certain fantastical fowl being sent my way. I do hope it wasn't true. > > But what's this? No sooner do I come back from lunch and get stuck > into > some nice satisfying shredding, standing gazing vaguely into space and > thinking fondly about the rainy train journey to Portsmouth I'll be > undertaking this evening, than there's an almighty crash at the > stationery > room window. I peek through the blinds to find an infuriated and wet, > but > still gaudy, parrot clinging just barely to the inadequate windowsill. > > "Ach, ye dozy hen, let us in then! Ah'm bluidy freezin' ma feathurs > off > oot here." I flip the latch and let the bedraggled bird in. > > "Aye, aboot time too. Ah tell ye whut, yr lady burrds are fancy doon > here, but they don't pay any attention to a puir auld gentleman parrot. > It's no' easy bein' green. And ah had a veeeery narrow escape frum that > nuttur Stout Robin. He kept wantin' me to visit his Dairy or somesuch. > Ah'm nae fool, ah stay weel aswa' frae coos. And that Miss Madeleine, > she'll catch her deeth sitting oot on the fire escape wi' a wee guitar, > the > great hussy. Nice knickers though." > > "But when did you develop such an awfully common Glaswegian twang, oh > Poetry Parrot my old friend? Have you been hanging around with those > squirrels again?" > > "Och, ah dud that to make me sim exotic when ah wis in Australia. > Besides, they're all convicts' weans there, they appreciate a guid jock > lad > awright. Especially the lassies. OHO THE LASSIES!" > > "Quiet!" I hiss, shoving him in a cupboard with lever arch files and > post-it notes in it. "I'll get fired if they find you here." > > To pacify the beastie, I quickly typed up and printed out a couple of > nice > brief verses to feed him with. > > ----- > Perfect (On the Western Seaboard of South Uist) > > I found a pigeon's skull on the machair, > All the bones pure white and dry, and chalky, > But perfect, > Without a crack or a flaw anywhere. > > At the back, rising out of the beak, > Were domes like bubbles of thin bone, > Almost transparent, where the brains had been > That fixed the tilt of the wings. > > Hugh MacDiarmid > ----- > > And to follow, more or less after the work of Hans Holbein (Elder and > Younger): > > ----- > Portraits of Tudor Statesmen > > Surviving is keeping your eyes open, > Controlling the twitchy apparatus > Of iris, white cornea, lash and lid. > > So, the literal painter set it down - > The sharp raptorial look; strained eyeball; > And mail, ruff, bands, beard, anything, to hide > The violently vulnerable neck. > > U. A. Fanthorpe > ----- > > With that for it to chew over, I'll tape that blinkin' parrot's beak > shut > with parcel tape and package it up to forward via sneaky use of the > office > postal service to: > > Gordon > A Very Small Swimming Pool > Somewhere in Scotland > (probably) > > Don't let the parrot drink too much, he gets lairy. You should take > him > to the next Winchester Club, though, which I believe is quite soon. Cue > advert from the AlL(uc)y unit. > > BABY PORTABLE ROCK > > Tara a bit. > > Love, > Liz :x > > > ************************************************************** > This e-mail is a personal communication from the above and is > not authorised by or sent on behalf of any other person or > Organisation. > > Haringey Council cannot guarantee that any files attached to > this e-mail are free from viruses or any other program code that > may be harmful to your computer system, and as such is not > liable for any damage that may be caused as a result. > ************************************************************** > ===== 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!? 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Sinister: My wandering days will soon be over!!!!!
by Javier Garcia 22 Nov '02

22 Nov '02

Dear sinisters: it seems like I have something to tell you about. This is my second post, but my life has been completely empty these last months, so I have followed that rule that says: "shut up, unless you have something to say that is more beautiful than silence". But now my wondering days seem to be almost over....I FINALLY FOUND A JOB!!! I won't probably be that excited in a month, waking up early in the morning, with a lot of things to do...but dole makes me feel as a part of the furniture, d'you know what I mean? ;-) Well, the thing is that I will soon be doing interesting things, and will earn some money. And that's fine! Some weeks ago I read a many posts about the weather. I didn't write then because I hought it could be unpolite: weather was sunny and warm in Sevilla, instead of rainy and cold as in many of your places. But now I can see some clouds, and I feel a cold breeze coming through my window. Ok, 19 degrees is not cold, but we want to believe it is. I enjoy a lot these days at home, listening to bands like Bo Kaspers Orkester (try them, simply delicious) or Kent, that remind me of my time in Sweden (snif, snif...jag saknar Sverige!!!) I also wanted to tell you about Camera Obscura. What a nice band it is! I got the CD a month ago, and I really like it. Yesterday night I was watching TeleMadrid, and they were interviewing a girl and a bout. I fell in love with her eyes, and the sweetness of her voice. And he was a bit strange, he dressed a bit like Jarvis Cocker, and I thought he was speaking german. Well, he wasn't, but his accent was strong and I could hardly understand him. They were two members of Camera Obscura, and they played a couple of songs live afterwards. The sound was very good, I enjoyed a lot. But they were extremely quiet on stage. None of them moved at all, they seemed to have lost their souls. It was strange, warm music, cold people (apparently). But I liked them, and I think you all would. Well, now I have to leave you for a while. It's raining, and, as we say, "La lluvia en Sevilla / es una maravilla", so I don't want to miss it. Take care, be nice to everyone, enjoy every second of your time, and fill it with music. Of course, listen to at least a B&S song everyday. It's healthy!!! Regards, //Javier _________________________________________________________________ Charla con tus amigos en línea mediante MSN Messenger: http://messenger.microsoft.com/es +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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