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Sinister: Construedle.
by Ruth Allan 12 Jun '02

12 Jun '02

yo sinister, my boyfriend just said 'I bet you are posting to sinister about how bored you are with requests for people to mail you' Well at least I'm not talking about going to the bathroom which would be marginally more entertaining. I do like the new album surprisingly but hated the film with a loathing that was quite out of character even to myself. I am pleased Mr Jason Cochrane of Canadia has come out of his shell. I think he is actually a fine figure of a man about the page: misconstrued not misog--istic. And books can be superb. I just dont find comedy that funny very often. Proving a. that I am serious b. that I am seriously dull c. not getting it or preferably too clever. this is obviously no help. Does anyone know anything about the reindeer section? Does it feature members of b and s as rumoured? x _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.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: recessing in sydney !!!
by poOoOo * 12 Jun '02

12 Jun '02

In search of a cheap and fun night out on a Friday!?! Recess is going strong every week at the Teachers Club spinning the best of new and old indie sounds plus doses of soul, lounge, retro and electro. Theres free pool and $2.70 schooners all night too!! Everything gets under way at 8pm and we usually finish around 12.30ish. Oh, its free entry as well!! And giveaways too! Spinning music from Stereolab, Go-Betweens, Sea and Cake, Lali Puna, Chicks On Speed, Puffy, Belle and Sebastian, Pavement, Adult, OMD, Mates Of State, Pastels, Smiths, Hummingbirds, Cinerama, Blur, Ides Of Space, Weezer, Call and Response, Teenage Fanclub, Holiday, Saint Etienne, Ukiyo-E, Francoise Hardy, Moldy Peaches, My Bloody Valentine, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Pattern, White Stripes, Dressy Bessy, Pulp, Breeders, Momus, Broadcast, Aislers Set, Hideki Kaji, Kinks, Cornelius, Count Five, You Am I, Chords, Replacements, Youth Group, Guided By Voices, Komeda, Club 8, Pet Shop Boys, Apples In Stereo, Prop, Blonde Redhead, Papas Fritas, Delgados, Walkmen, Built To Spill, Folk Implosion, Magnestic Fields, Mouse On Mars, Stereo Total, Can Teachers Club, 33 Mary St (between Albion & Reservoir and parallel to Elizabeth), Surry Hills. Us at Popfrenzy http://hop.across.to/popfrenzy _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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: Heat. And not the good kind, either
by Jay Eckard 12 Jun '02

12 Jun '02

You know, it's 2 o'clock in the morning here and still 85 degrees. By 10 am, it'll be 95+ and 90+% humidity. That's damn hot. And it's going to be like this through till October. I'm not quite sure what that is metric. But the heat is oppressive: it's like a force down on you as soon as you walk outside. It's not like you can enjoy being outside, you soak through whatever you're wearing and keel over from heat stroke. The humidity is so bad that as you walk outside, your glasses fog over. Pools are no fun because they're warmer than blood. It's the South for you, not the polite world of Truman Capote or Harper Lee, but the harsh reality of William Faulkner. Sorry, but after two and a half decades, the heat's getting to me. Decent B&S content: Nobody in Belle and Sebastian ever seems to mention the heat, do they? I thought about this today while a fat woman decided between ordering biscuits and cornbread. The closest I could think was one or two lines in I Know Where the Summer Goes, but it wasn't really suffering from heat. But I haven't heard Storytelling yet. Any thoughts? Jay -- "Knowing? That's easy. Everyone does that ad nasueum. I just sort of hope." Dr. Who _________________________________________________________________ Join the worlds largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.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: the Garden State
by Kristi H 12 Jun '02

12 Jun '02

"h" (Historian) wrote: "I hated the song about Jersey. I hate New Jersey. I lived there in America's armpit for quite a while, and loathed every moment of it." Hmmmm....what's so bad about "the garden state"? I live in Jersey and when I first moved here, I hated it too, especially because I moved here from Seattle, a very beautiful city. However, it's kind of grown on me. I love the fact that it's so culturally diverse; in the town where I live there is a kosher Chinese restaurant, an Ethiopian restaurant, a Thai restaurant, a kosher pizzeria, and even a kosher Dunkin donuts. I also like the fact that I can drive or take the train into to Manhattan in less than an hour. Last weekend, I bought the 'Storytelling' CD. At first, I didn't like it, but after a few listens, I think it's starting to grow on me. I also bought the new Mary Timony CD, 'The Golden Dove', which I think is the best thing she's put out since her days in Helium. Mark Linkous from Sparklehorse actually helped produce it, so it has a distinctively different sound from her last solo album, 'Mountains' which, in my opinion, wasn't produced well at all. Kristi _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Beating Topic To Death
by Jill Henkels 12 Jun '02

12 Jun '02

i've found myself in a somber mood perhaps brought on by my broken cable box. i am left only to put my brain into motion; love seems to be the general topic to ponder this tuesday evening: love is hard to accept: it seems rather unlikely to be a win-win situation. in the end, at minimum one soul will be left bruised; at least four bruised souls are left in my past, including my own. i must refuse such situations again. i do not believe myself to be uncommon enough to find the feeling that doesn't eventually become lacking. i shall, instead, rely upon the love received from and given to my books and music (sebastian & belle, of course). it is safe; they do not leave or react to the love: they only accept. it's a very self-reliant love; kind of like masturbation for the heart. no one gets hurt. interaction with other people brings only conversation about such love and accidental and fumbling physical bumping into's brought on by necessity and/or alcohol. if people are meant to walk in pairs, then it seems reasonable to assume that each individual equals a half. i think that, perhaps, i represent slightly less than a half. i must find someone slightly more than their fair share in order to feel comfortable as one. such people are rare. without this exceptional human being, both sides are left feeling incomplete, searching for that missing piece. they soon realize that the puzzle pieces are slightly misfitted. i once fell in love with another less than half: disastrous repercussions. brought on by the realization that the other only represented half, both sides were only made less than they already were. a boy recently, when asked for his reaction toward me, responded that he found me "damn cute. i'm still deciding if that's good or not." if history repeats itself, and it always does, it is not, for i shall soon steal his smile. time to go wash my toes in the fountain, jillianne _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.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: haikus revealed // week twentytwo // two thousand and two
by ee fumblings 11 Jun '02

11 Jun '02

Please remember this one as an example of how not to do it. Instead, read one of ken's, he'll enlighten you if you ask him nicely. Who´s going on the Moldy peaches concert in Göteborg this tuesday. I'm up the next two weekends to look myself. Thank you for your time. N. I don't want to see Will Young castrate Heard It Through The Grapevine. Jesus. Ozzy was great, but even he didn't know what he was doing there. The Times lavished praise all over it, as did most of the broadsheets, natch. Storytelling has a good tune and Sarah is a lovely singer. Forget Spice Girls, I'd say that's real Girl Power, but that's so anyway. Keep the briars out, they say. You cannot live and keep free of briars. I don't have all that much spending cash so I got to watch my budget. Le Tigre however are the furthest thing from shite. they are rock. solid. This, for some reason, launched me into a chasm of gloom and self doubt. Ha! I have one now. No problem. To think I was worried about it. They all took turns to play just about everything each. It kinda worked. Is it just me or is anyone else dusting down their guillotine? ps, I think that was a haiku. Please include it EE. go on. pps, that was also a haiku. how weird is that? This is too. The children lose count of the giraffes as we steam on past the tall trees. I'll have to smuggle it into the office in my lunchbox, I think. Isobel the best of luck in whatever she does, blah blah wibble. I'll let you all know about it. Feel free to send more answers in, though. I want to plant art around the city without warning anyone. I haven't listened to all of it yet. And I haven't seen the film. Subject: Sinister: The tacos are good. That's what's really important. I heard about it from the list, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised. It's just one of the greatest feelings in the world. Or it should have been. Or how long it will take to get one? I had more to say, honestly. Pulp, Mercury Rev, and promo videos from Seafood and Clinic. I'm glad that he's not presenting the World Cup. Oh wait, that's Bob Wilson. I wonder if the answers to the Booty hunt will be revealed soon. MISCELLANEOUS Yay I'm moving into my new place this Sunday.. But I also get the feeling that the song is about giving up. If she can't show up for work (IE: the US tour) then fire her big ass. If the answer is b, then ignore the former, and move to the news. I can't say I know if that's working out, as she's been out of contact. I'm glad I'm not the only one disappointed by Bel's departure. Field Mice were engaged in a pitched battle with Felt for my attention. So i'll come off it. to tell you all the truth i don't know what love is. I may indeed be older, but I'm certainly not a clever swine. Subject: Sinister: i just remembered what made me think of all this. I want to know what kind of stories it tell to inspire songs like those. Hello! I was the girl reading the book right in front of you in line. I think the band have changed a lot recently, in very subtle ways. But it's another kind of love, a more simple and easier kind. I'll see some of you soon, some of you later and some of you never. // ee // +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: dreams
by idleberry 11 Jun '02

11 Jun '02

hello sinisterians! today I passed my theory test. I'm one step away from buying myself a car to drive to more picnics. yesterday I bought a thesaurus. When I was little, I used to pronouce it as "thees- ee-a-saurus". I did til I was 15 actually. I've been experiencing glimpses of inspiration recently. I experience it on buses, or trains, or when i go for walks, and then i go to places like work and it gets killed off. But then it jumps up again. And I like that. I just wish it would hang about for longer. I see things, and sometimes I promise to write about them in my notebook, and sometimes I make a memo to myself in my head to write to sinister about them. But then work attacks the imagination. Work is a scam, you know. Its designed to keep us under control by those who want to kill our passions, and to make us make money for them. Thats why its so hard to be a professional creator of things. Only a few, a lucky select few, ever break out of the 9-5ing. I think. wonder about the people I see sometimes, on the train to work. Do you suppose that the middle aged men, in middle management, who prepare endless streams of reports for their collegues to read, that seem to be about the most mindless o things, ever really wanted to be there? I doubt it. What happens to your dreams? And if your dreams die, what replaces them? And how do people cope with dead dreams? I'm lucky. I've acheived a lot of my childhood ambitions. I never wanted much. It just looked fascinating when I was little. My checklist of ambitions: to work in a shoe shop: I used to get a pair of new shoes, and I loved it. I'd take it home in the box, and sell it to my teddy bears, intregued by the illustraton on the label on the front, or the 13G size. The idea that there was a magical room, in the Clarks shoe shop in East Kilbride just filled with boxes was a hidden cave of childhood desires. All those boxes! Think of the toys you could devise from them! you could easily build a fortress from them! And the shoes! all mint condition, all wrapped up in tissue paper, all new, without a single crack or crease in the patent black smoothness. They used to have a big image of the magic roundabout on the wall in that shoe shop too. My mum and dad always sat us away from it, behind an island of shoes, so I wouldn't get distracted. And the wonderful little shoe fitters- I loved that. I always wanted the cool white band that they pulled over the top to be pulled tighter. And when you got bigger, they took you to the machine. You'd put your foot in to this square shaped hole, and then the assistant would use a control, and then the sides would come inwards, and it would scroll across this lit up screen, to tell you your shoe size. tto work in a cafe: When I went to norway, as a kid, I used to play a lot on my own. My dad built me this wonderful play hut. It was amazing. It had a door, and two windows, and a balcony with little steps, and was made from wood, and painted red, with white around the edges of the roof and the door. Its still standing there. It got too hot to play for long periods of time in there, but I made it my own. I used a bright plastic blue crate for a table, and I found this old rocking chair my uncle made . And I found bits of embroidered cloth for table linen. I'd line my mums toys up. My favourite, was this tiny little panda she had. It must have had metal inside under the lining of fur- like the toys you see in childhood musuems or on the Antiques Roadshow from the 1950's, but it was cool. It had moving limbs like a proper teddy bear, and a ragged red ribbon round its neck with a plastic medalion, that once had gold coloured paint on it with some maker perhaps or manufacturer on it, but only a few tiny spots of paint were left. And when you moved its tail from side to side, the head wiggled. I even had a little rug, one like those rag rugs you get from shops like Ikea. Although, when it was wet, and I had my wellington boots on, I used to trail bits of long grass all over the inside of my hut anyway. On nice days, I used to set up a table outside. It would be made from floats used by fisherman that had been discarded and washed up on the rock beach. There were three I needed: two cylinder ones, and a wide, flat, circular one. And I would place the circular one ontop of one of the cylinder ones, for a tale, and the other cylinder one acted as a stool. Then I'd cut out a paper plate from a sheet of lined A4paper. and I'd use my mums old doll china tea set. Dandalion leaves made a salad. As it was summer, I'd go and pick buttercups. When the buttercups have been pollenated, or whatever it is that they do, then the middle of them becomes swollen, and green. And if you pick of the petals, you're left with this little green sphere. They made great peas. My gran had made a knitted bottle cosy, for a glass bottle. It was brown and red, and it had a little face on it, with a pom-pom hat over the neck. I used to take off the hat and put wild flowers in it. Then, I'd invite my mum to eat at my cafe, where I served peas and salad and tea. She was aways a gracious customer, and paid very well in imaginary money. To go to university: I was seven, and I designed a pciture of a house. I remember it was a sunny sunday afternoon, and I sat in the channel of a beam of sunlight, with a new A4 refill pad. I sat drawing cafefully, a plan of a house. When I showed this to my dad, he sat on the sofa, and smiled, raising his eyebrows as he puffed his ever present pipe. He told me it was like an architects drawing. I asked what an architect was. He explained to me. Noticing my fathers impressed face, I wanted t become an architect. My dad said I'd have to go to university for seven years. After that, all my jobs that I wanted to do involved university at some point. The idea of being a scholar, of being someone, so clever and wise and surrounded by books, with leather bindings, and feeling somehow special.. it became part of the requirement for my jobs. I never became an architect, but I did go to university. car driving: I wanted to drive a car. I had two to cars when I was three. Two matchbox toy cars. They went everywhere with me. Them and my bean bag little ted. I had a brown porche, and a yellow ryder van. In the summer, I usedto wait for my dad to come home. And I would run to the end of the street. Some days, he'd let me climb in on his knee, and steer the car into the driveway. I used to wave at my friends, who were mostly older than I, standing there on thhe pavement dismounting their bikes to watch. On saturdays, I used to play at ice cream vans. We had this big White chrysler avenger estate, so it sort of looked like an ice cream van, from my eye. I'd make ice cream cones from more of that A4 lined paper, stuffed with cotton wool. Or if I'd run out of cotton wool, pink toilet paper. And then I'd scream out the open window, and allthe nieghbours kids would come running, and pretend to buy an ice cream from me. Sometimes, they didn't quite get it, and gave me real money. Which my dad would find in the ashtray. flying: I used to want to fly. I use to ask my mum, why jumping off a chair with a teatowel round my neck didn't make me fly. It worked for superman, afterall. I'd run up and down the livingroom, trying to build up speed to lift me off the ground. My mum explained I couldn't fly, and birds could, becuase birds have smaller bottoms than us. Well, I still can't fly properly, although I tried fr years. But I've flown in plenty of aeroplanes, so that has to count. chocolate: the whole point of growing up, is that you can do whatever you want to do. When I was about ten, the one thing I wanted to do in the whole world was take some chocolate ice cream sauce, and EAT it, just on its own, without having to wait for dessert. You used to be able to buy a sauce called "ice magic" in the UK. It was in a chocolate brown shaped plastic bottle, with a brown cap that was perhaps supposed to resemble a snow covered peak, dripping down the sides of the "mountain" shaped bottle. You would pour this stuff over your ice cream, and it would harden to a crisp, if you left it for a few minutes. You'd have to shake the bottle hard though beforehand, or it would come out watery and oily, like when you don't shake tomato ketchup before you squeeze it out, and you get this runny, watery stuff with a tint of red in it. Well, ice magic. I used to want to pour it and devour it by the tablespoonful. but i had to ait til dessert time at the weekends. My friend wanted to as well. squeeze it into a spoon, and let it harden and form the shape of the spoon. Sometimes, I'd mix the ice magic in with my ice cream, making it all thick and creamy, and sometimes, i'd let it harden, then crack it with my spoon and mix it in, so i'd get little bits of chocolate. Well, I've not see ice magic for years, but as an adult, I've certainly eaten as much chocolate as I can. And theres nobody to stop me. Only my stomach. thats all the ambitions i can recall having achieved as an adult. Some I'll never acheive. I'll never become a unicorn, despite all the times I tied paper cones to my head and sellotaped tassles made from paper and string to my bottom. I'll never be a horse either. Nor a magician who can change form, into a cat, or dog. I'll never be a guest presenter on jackanory. I hated the programme- it was far too educational for after school, but I wanted to be on it, telling people stories I made up. But there are still some dreams I might accomplish yet. Not telling you what, they are my special dreams. I had so much moreto say really, but I'm getting tired now. so I'll just try and remember to tell you some other time. Never going to dream of middle management. love idles xxxx ===== http://groups.yahoo.com/group/corduroysmoke/ starting playground gossip and passing notes __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! - Official partner of 2002 FIFA World Cup http://fifaworldcup.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: the most valuable poet on the M-I-C
by jason.cochrane＠HydroOne.com 11 Jun '02

11 Jun '02

Hello.. sinisters I'm looking for some book recommendations seeing as you are all such a literate bunch. I'm really into dark humor and satire but I'll pretty much read anything. The only thing I don't really read is super long books. I'm constantly out and about and I really can't be bothered lugging around some massive book. other than that I'm yours.... mail me off list of course... would want to bog down all these people with such trivial matters. ======= I would also like to state for the record that I don't like the Storytelling album. It's not the music.. the music is fine. It's the way companies take advantage of fans and put out absolute trash. I don't think anything artistic had to do with those snippets of dialogue going on the album. it's just filler.... to make the running time longer so that they could market it as a full album. Why a record company would do this is beyond me... considering that there are alternatives to actually paying for the album. See y'all on Audiogalaxy...while it lasts. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Silver Nitrate
by Caitlin Pigtails 11 Jun '02

11 Jun '02

Andrew Nicol said, in the dim and distant past: > if anyone in edinburgh has a couple of hours to spare, take a look at > "facing the light", an exhibition of david octavius hill and robert > adamson's calotypes, at the scottish national portrait gallery. the > pictures in the final section alone are worth the entrance fee, which > is exactly no pence. I've been to this exhibition a couple of times now. The first time (before I read this post), I was slightly disappointed. The second, slightly less so. For those of you who aren't interested in photography -- hey, what sort of list is this anyway? -- Hill and Adamson were extremely early photographers, and were certainly the first in Scotland. Mr Hill started in photography so that he could use portrait photographs as studies for paintings; Mr Adamson, much younger, seems to have just been Inspired. Over a couple of years, until Mr Adamson's death, they took several thousand photographs, mostly portraits. If you forget all of the above, they are not good photographers. Not at all. Calotyping -- which uses a negative made of thin paper -- was not ideal for portraiture, purely because of the time for which you had to stand still. On some of the photographs you can see men's arms propped up by sticks, to try and keep the picture sharp. It's only when you remember these limitations -- and that they were making photography up as they went along -- that their good photographs become incredible. Nearly all of their best pictures are the ones that aren't portraits. In the same gallery is a rather nice exhibition by a chap called Stephen Lawson. He takes long, thin pictures made over a time-lapse, from a few seconds to a whole year. Lovely pictures, like a photo taken of a whole day on Berie Beach, which (as scottish people will surely know) is near Cnip, Bhaltos, and is one of the nicest beaches in Scotland. Of course, you have to remember. He wouldn't have done it without Hill and Adamson, whatever I say about the quality of their pictures. You always have to have someone to think of something first. I've thought about taking photos in an Old Style. Sometimes, they have a wonderful effect which can't be equalled by modern film and shutters, never mind about digital thingys. The best I have come to so far was through scanning the picture, though, not through film and paper. I wan to take pictures of water that take several minutes, pictures of breaking waves that turn into an image of a cliff rising through ghostly mist. Anyway. Enough pictures. You can't write about photos for any length of time without needing illustrations. I had a discussion with someone recently, that if you can write about one thing well, then -- with a bit of practise and maybe a few reference books -- you can write about anything at least fairly well. That's still true, but it's hard to discuss a photograph if the other person can't see what you're talking about. Now that gives me an idea. I should write a story about a blind photographer. I want to write lots of stories, and lots of them are about photographers. And, for my next trick, several words selected randomly. See if you can work out what it means: Formalin pickpocket, autoclave put up mind-numbing squirearchy Duenaburg gradation. Schongauer pilotfish disappear give in trellis progesterone. I never realised my dictionary had so many German proper nouns in it. love xx caitlin (who must be having One Of Those Days) -- http://www.joannou.net/topofthestairs/ "When life gives us lemons, we just sit there and sulk about it, in the corner of the room, in a fetal position." - Matthew Henderson, on the Sinister mailing list. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Fu*k this Sh*tty Summer Wine
by Michael Ashbridge 11 Jun '02

11 Jun '02

I don't want to watch World Cup I don't understand the point of it all I don't want to watch football I don't understand the thrill of sitting in an armchair Screaming at the television Cursing other human beings Just because they're from a different place Sugar, I'd rather watch a different sort of game Sugar, where men don't kick what used to be a cow That's what I was going to say, but since I've just sat through the whole of the Ireland-Saudi Arabia match, screaming support and abuse, all oOOH! and aAAHHH! in harmony with the rest of my office, the point is rather moot. I *do* live here, though, and it would surely be a crime *not* to show a little emotion, no? And it *was* a crucial match. Am I convincing anyone with all these *emphatic* *excuses*? It is different, though, the world cup. For a start it's about the countries and the game, whereas the year-in, year-out nonsense is nothing but politics. And the WC (?) is finite; three weeks and that's it for four years. I can relate to that, even if it is sometimes just an excuse for legalised xenophobia and grunting tribalism. Still, that Saudi 'keeper. How much shit is *he* in when he goes home? I can hear that axe being sharpened even as I type... I think I'll have to rent Solondz's Storytelling after all. I read the reviews at the time and wasn't moved to make the effort of going to the one cinema in this little country (Northern Ireland) that was showing it. I did enjoy Happiness, but I knew I'd only be going to hear four minutes of a soundtrack I knew I'd buy the week it was released. Ho hum. I think I'm gaining a little perspective on this band after all. In previous years, when people criticised their work, I remained blind to any imperfections, utterly incapable of appreciating any opinion that conflicted with my own. And even though I was aware of that, it made no difference. But after a weekend's listening I can appreciate why people like Miss McNeil have difficulties. First or second time through I was thinking that it was an EP with delusions of grandeur, but it's a slow-burner, I believe. Some of the dialogue is a little unnecessary, but perhaps seeing the film will add a little extra context. And that I am now able to accept the criticisms, I can't decide whether it means that this is a partically flawed, pseudo-album, or that my taste is maturing. Nevertheless, and to paraphrase someone else, the Belles at their most mediocre would still tower over many of their peers. Enough waffle, I have a thesis to finish. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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