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Sinister: fall on your face in those bad shoes...
by Amy Skelton 18 Mar '02

18 Mar '02

Hello Sinister, Hope everyone is keeping well. Thanks to everyone that responded to my La Tomatina post and apologies to those I havent e-mailed in a while - you know who you are. Fernando - of course you should keep fancying going along - you know it makes sense! I made sure I left the house early this morning before the post came. Im getting a bit scared to open it in case I see another mug shot of myself. Once in a while is o.k. but in two U.K, publications in a week - frightening! The first was a spot the ball style competition from the netball games at Frank Morton. This was in a Chemical Engineering journal and thankfully only a few people can work out which one I am saving me from mass embarrassment. Not so lucky with the second one - its a full frontal (easy there kids) of me in a hard hat grinning like a loon whilst bricklaying last summer. That was for the Waterway Recovery Group canal camps brochure. For those of you that dont know WRG is a voluntary group that helps restore canals and its loads of fun (grief Im starting to plug, but it is great and more people should get involved). My only regret is that I cant drive a JCB excavator for them until Im 25 - only a few years to go then! If I want to avoid getting those funny pockets under my eyes when I smile then I need to try and put on a false face, but hey nobody likes a faker. Maybe thats the comedy piccy that I should put on the Sinister web-site. While I'm sitting at the computer I keep finding more cuts on my feet, all from my department ball on Saturday. Being extremely drunk and wearing heels and a P.J. Harvey style dress - a dangerous combination on any day of the year. Back to the design project then... ...Amy _________________________________________________________________ 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: hello i'm tim o tei the annoying irish man
by Jonathan Skinner 18 Mar '02

18 Mar '02

dear all i hope this finds you all in fine fettle-tis saint paddys weekend and i am here recovering from the delights of green guinness. For me the spring always starts this weekend-summer is in sight the teachers are all in good moods and the sun shines for at least some part of the day. At school it is even considered warm enough to go out to little cuba. For the sake of explanation little cuba is a socialist enclave in our facist regime of school outside where in the late spring/early summer and early autumn we sit through lunch time (And sometimes through class) where we all sit and talk and laugh and play with diablos(Whch is the best hippy invention ever.) This means that in but 8 weeks i will be able to settle into my normal summer regime of sitting in the peace park in town with friends or with a book or just a minidisc and a smile watching people or sat in OZ-CORK of fellini's whilst sipping an esspresso or a hot chocolate whist again people watching. but shpring has shprung and i am in a happy mood at least for a while. There is nothing better than getting of the bus and into the warm streets where people are nice and relaxed only to sit in your favourite park or cafe / coffee house and be relaxed yourself. Wellity wellity wellity only 3 weeks before i gander to paris on a fact finding mission with my brother who being the lucky bastard he is-is moving out there for the summer and maybe more with his cousin so we are going to sit in cafes and loook at apartments and perhaps going sightseeing (well no perhaps about it even though it is a bit of a cliche)-So if anyone is outhere fancy a meet up - we are there from the 18th-23rd april on ridiculously cheap ryanair tickets (? 25 return). so if anyone fancys a post post post post gig meet up perhaps in apark if sunny or in a cafe if not please email me off list. I am so flucking jealous of people going to see belle and sebastian agian-i think they should play dublin (or even better our local community centre ) where i give them my word that we will run background checks on all the audience to make sure there are no tossers like there were in the april of 99 (eek nearly 3 years-scary)-unfortunatly with exams and perhaps that ruddy thing called finances are keeping me from attending any of them even though i have the oppertunity of tickets to the toronto gig which fumes me greatly. I suppose i should really apoligise about my previous post-i did agree with *******carter but it doesn't mean i don't love any of you any less i just get pissed off sometimes with the year i am in etc but all will change in june i hope. Right i suppose i should really get back to *Studying* on this delightful bank holiday where it is raining and i have mild hangover ****Staralful***** ps-see you next weekend E from edinburgh at a certain partay in a certain city after a certain godspeed gig (That is if you still subscribe +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: slow graffiti
by R.Playforth＠sussex.ac.uk 18 Mar '02

18 Mar '02

reading (and thinking) about belle and sebastian playing live suddenly reminded me of a puzzling incident from my childhood. back in the days before we got those shiny flat tables with metal legs, my school was equipped with proper slanty desks with inkwells and pencil grooves. and a decade's worth of graffiti. in my day the trend was towards decorating your desk with tippex flowers, but there were plenty of traditional scrawls and gouges in the soft wood. one prominent message on my desk read: 'THE WHO Live at the Hammersmith Odeon'. i thought i knew who had written it - a girl called amber in the year above with a taste for black eyeliner and retro rock music. but i was baffled by the actual meaning - i couldn't work out why anyone would state that a rock band lived at the hammersmith odeon. it was obviously some kind of symbolic assertion that i was too uncool to understand. almost involuntarily, i began to imagine the band living in a cinema, sleeping on the seats, setting up their drums in front of the screen, making cups of tea in the huge echoey space. i thought of it as a protest, an occupation, or perhaps they had nowhere else to live, having spent all their money on loose cars and fast women. it wasn't until about a year later that i noticed the correct syntax of the graffiti, that 'live' was an adjective, NOT a verb. this pretty much sums up what a gauche little idiot i was back then and, perhaps, how my imagination made up for it. this morning i wanted to cast lots of crush votes. just because it's raining, and it would make people feel good, and i don't like to think of them writing wonderful posts into a void. but i didn't. i would feel oddly unfaithful (though i don't seem to feel any compunction about flirting rampantly in #sinister, for some reason.) i'll just spread general 'amae' instead (while knowing full well that my definition of that word wasn't quite accurate, but what the hell, it's a foreign word and we can abuse it to our own ends if we like, pretentious melodramatic teens and post-teens that we are.) as i sit behind my slightly claustrophobic desk, on my slightly uncomfortable chair, bored out of my skull already at 9.45am, i am comforted to think of will porter in another library far far away, having unending non-specific sex in his lime green pants. i went to see a play on wednesday featuring a manic-depressive librarian and her love affair with the dewey decimal system. i was hooked straight away. during the course of the play she explained to a chaotic wannabe comedian that the dewey system was beautiful in its inclusiveness, that there was no conceivable subject that didn't find a home within its walls. and that it helped you to see connections everywhere. luv archel xxx ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.ndo.co.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords(a)bigfoot.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: b&s in washington, d&c
by BoyDoneWrongNYC＠aol.com 18 Mar '02

18 Mar '02

Hey hey. In a state of poorly thought out euphoria, I purchased two extra tickets to the D.C. show on May 15th. If anybody out there in Sinisterland is interested in these tix, please email me and they can soon be yours. Okay, that's all I got to say. Thank you. shea +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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, so many times, the wind blows through my eyes."
by ola szkudlapska 18 Mar '02

18 Mar '02

..ooh the wind was quite strong yesterday. in his usual playful mood, too - either pushing me from behind, making me walk with twice my usual speed, or messing up my hair. i don't really like having my hair messed up, but ah well, let the child play; so many people hid from him indoors, he was bound to get bored. the title quote is by a lovely band called Misty Dixon by the way :) dear Sinister, this post will mainly be about walking. walking and Waking Up (*hint*hint* only two more words and.. ;) it was at the end of february i think. i left my winter hibernation behind and started to view things differently(!) the sun has had something to do with it, i'm sure - it has the power to make all things seem worthwhile somehow. i'm being silly perhaps. however, all my low low moods seem to accumulate in the autumn and disappear in spring. not completely, but they seem quite overwhelmed by the unusual brightness and hide deep in my mind. they go to sleep perhaps. /smile/ one moment lingers in my mind. going up the escalator, leaving the dark tube station, hello sunshine! it was warm and lovely, i had 'sleep the clock around' on my walkman, and somehow it was the most appropriate song. i felt i could 'make things happen', as miss zoziepop so nicely put in one of her mails. yay! "there's a lot to be done while your head is still young, lalala" "why aren't you learning at all then?? you'll fail all your exams &THEN you'll have a lot to do!" "oh, but some things (like irc ;) are just so much more funnn.." did i mention that everywhere is full of tulips all of a sudden? it's practically impossible to go out and *not* encounter at least one vendor selling the gorgeous flowers. mmm how lovely :) one late afternoon i was coming back home, passing the horror office block in which my father spends numerous hours working for his stupid boss (who looks like a ball with limbs. gah.) normally the building is navy-blue, sometimes even black, and looking very sombre - but that day it was silvery grey. for a moment it stopped being an unfriendly eyesore, mainly because one could hardly tell it apart from the sky, but still.. i saw 'vanilla sky' on saturday. the film is quite pish, (or maybe it's the fact that i, hmm, let's say 'strongly dislike' tom cruise), but mmm the soundtrack. *says 'mmm' again music obsessives shouldn't go to see movies together, that's the conclusion i arrived at. what happens is that at the end of the film you don't ask the other person if he/she liked it, you go 'hey, was that last song by sigur rós??', and your eyes twinkle with excitement. i was quite sure, but wanted to be HYPERsure, so i made my mate stay to the very end, the actors' names gliding through the screen, crew members, sponsors, i could hardly sit still! but there it was at last, 'njosnavelin' (or 'the nothing song', but 'njosnavelin' just looks so much better ;-) a sigur rós song i had heard just once before wrapped me tightly in that wonderful state i sometimes get when coming back from a good gig. everything seems somewhat irrelevant then; i'm walking home, passing buildings and people, but they can't enter my tiny piece of (un)reality, there's just space for me and the echo of music (oh, and sometimes a stupid grin that gets stuck to my face and won't come off that easily. mm, really stupid.) music can get one drunk better than a good drink, sometimes. oh, and tom cruise saying 'Looper' is quite hilarious too. /laughs/ this got too long, and i have to go! take care everyone (+viva rachels!), olalala ps. apologies to everyone whom i haven't e-mailed (despite saying i would, tut tut). i'm sorry for being awful. psps. special hugs to 2 happy people in the netherlands and secret hugs to a certain person, for whom morning starts way past noon. /smile/ -- Określ Swoje potrzeby - my znajdziemy ofertę za Ciebie! [ http://oferty.onet.pl ] +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: seven hundred and seventy seven times lovelier than anything that I've ever seen
by Will Porter 18 Mar '02

18 Mar '02

So the following is a distillation of some ideas that I've been fumbling with for a while, and even mentioning in some (other, smaller) forums, so if they sound familiar, I apologize. Chapter the first in which Will talks about underpants: So the other day, I was dressed dully, as being a librarian is wont to make one do: blue-gray pants, blue and white shirt, gray tie, gray socks, brown shoes and belt. Underneath, however, I was equipped with lime green, polka dotted underpants. As I was giggling to myself about the sillyness of my underpants, it struck me: What better expressor of the flamboyances we keep tucked just below the surface? Underpants: the hidden canvas, the scroll tucked neatly around our goodies whose verse might *just* tell a secret ("But I like you"? "I'd rather be wearing bright green dots"? "I didn't expect to get quite this naked with anyone tonight"?) to someone we want to tell (or otherwise enlighten) badly enough to shed those clumsy outer pants. I like that. Chapter two in which Will talks about kisses (in accordance with Sinister post code 374.68y paragraph 3, which requires that I talk about little else): 1. Inasmuch as 'you' consists exclusively of you, and 'I' consists utterly of me (or is it I?), then 'us' (we?) is really just a kind of aggregate of you and I. Chemically speaking, a mixture and not a compound. 2. Kissing, it has been said by someone whose identity I have forgotten if I ever knew, is the process of getting two people so close to one another that they cannot see the flaws. I can't help but see these two as related concepts: is kissing simply the anatomical juxtaposition or two orbicularis oris muscles in a state of contraction, or is it something else? Perhaps a sometimes-casual, sometimes-feverish attempt to cram simultaneously as much of 'you' into 'I' and 'I' into 'you' as possible, bringing the elements so close together as to blur their borders? Can proximity, generating heat and burning out impurities like some kind of Bessemer process, result in a more permanent fusing, an alloy of youandI as distinct from a heap of you stirred up with a pile of I? I always seem to have more questions than answers. In conclusion, Will's Infinite (or at least extended) Sex Hypothesis (now, this one has already been scoffed at by a couple of you who knew me when I was in Texas, including but not limited to the lovely and talented ree. However, I refuse to let it go, so I put it forth to the lot of you for further mockery. Anyway, it might be more of an ideology than a hypothesis): Ahem. The following is based upon the assumption that we are all in agreement about 3 fundamental things: 1. the notion that sex ends with the male orgasm is false (see lesbian sex for more details) 2. the notion that sex ends with anybody's orgasm is false or at least not necessarily true (see those lucky multi-orgasmic bastards for more details). 3. 'Sex' is not strictly genital-genital contact between a man and a woman (christ, don't be so provincial). Anyway, so WIOALESH follows pretty reasonably (I think): Since there is no discernable endpoint of sex, it doesn't end at all. Or at least not all at once. Further, since sex is not a particular, explicit activity, but rather a hazily defined category of activity, once you have entered a state of sex with a partner, that state doesn't end (or at least it takes a great deal longer than we currently imagine), rather heretofore non-sexual activities (like balancing the checkbook--an activity that could use some sexing up) become sexual in their own right, and all of your intercourse becomes sexual. I always feel a bit silly saying that last part to people. umm okay bye will porter __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - live college hoops coverage http://sports.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: scream while you're still heard
by Bron 18 Mar '02

18 Mar '02

and all the gravity fell to my feet shooting stars travelled intertwiningly through their white hairs and the woods of the misunderstood grew thicker fuller greener and filled their mouths with honey the asymetrical and the asexual and the aliens of yore gleamed in sheer unquenched desire at the very whim of caressing my id and all the honey fell to my feet a slow glance to the side ---yeah it was the rushing river that clouded the path of muck ---yeah it was the charming elf-angel who wished me luck. tears absorbed into a naive "haha" kiss me i'm lost ***Sometimes you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right*** ---Jerry. http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: its where we live
by ian 17 Mar '02

17 Mar '02

(for details of birmingham picnics and other spraffle, see the bottom of this mail) ------------------------------------------------------------- the air is a curious mixture of vanilla and diesel. i am crouching in the base of a long-disused newspaper stand, trying, against the advice of toy stephen and madeleine mcneil, to avoid looking up. usually, i like to take time to regard the sky, or at least the distance of blue between one row of buildings and another that birmingham will allow one to see. not today. instead, i look at the small dog that sniffs around my feet.. 'toto, i don't think we're in the west midlands any more' 'no, ian, you're lost in an allegory of your own making, the narrative power of which is greatly tempered by the confusion of imagery and the lack of any definable underlying meaning.' oh... 'toto' the dog sighs. it clearly doesn't want to talk 'YES, ian' 'fuck off' the deep, sorrowful canine pupils regard me with disgust. ' my pleasure. i didn't ASK to be in this e-mail'. and toto is gone, leaving me with nothing to concentrate upon but the danger all around me. the pterodactyl regarding me from a nearby roof-top, the fleet of helicopters dropping undefinable items from the sky, the sleek grey missiles soaring only feet above the skyscrapers, threatening to crash around me at any moment. 'have you got any cigarettes?' now i'm hearing voices 'don't ignore me, ian... if you haven't got any cigarettes, at least bung me a fiver so i can get some. and get out of that newspaper stand. it smells' reluctantly, i pull myself to my feet and force myself to smile into the soft, masculine, sleek, pale, weathered, tanned, young-yet-chronologically-advanced face of my old friend. the sinister list looks at me curiously. 'you're in a mess' i smile ' i had a dream i was king of all the hipsters..' 'no, i'm not in the mood for that. let's find an off-licence and go somewhere better. and, for fuck's sake, get rid of those pterodactyls. they unnerve me' they look like bats, from down here... circling around the pinnacles of the sky scrapers. from time to time, they swoop towards us as we stumble up the centre of the road. cars swerve, attempting to hit us, and then away again as they collide head-on with the winged creatures. the skyline ahead of us is dominated by a row of mushroom clouds. soon, the sun will set, and the whole earth will glow like the fire that accompanied those clouds. 'fucking hell, ian.. you've been watching too many 'b' movies. i'm not meeting you inside your head again.' the list clicks its long, thin, pleasingly adrogynous fingers and our surroundings disappear. we are floating. we drift high above a city, yet even from this height we can hear the chattering, the moaning, the screams of ecstasy and fear that pour up from it. a column of numbers flys past my head, narrowly missing me. 'where are we?' 'collective mind of sinister. look, there's kirsten kenyon!' 'where?' i squint through the darkness. 'oh, sorry, i forgot' a wave of the sinister hand and an area of the glowing city below me is transformed. i can see flagstones, a woman playing a mandolin, ash from a cigarette and long, emerald sports car trundling towards a sunset. 'so that's what she looks like'.. 'no, that's the inside of her mind, at this precise moment. its got the edge on yours, you'll notice. not that that comes as any suprise to - we are interrupted by another flying column of numbers. my friend mutters 'sarah fucking clarke....' and doesn't offer to expand on this. 'what's that flashing?' it looks like lightning, from up here. but it can't be. lightning should come from above, where i presume the sky must be - although i can't see it. my friend smiles 'another heart has made the trade' 'pardon' 'somehow, a vital connection is made. you want to look closer?' the sinister list waves its hand again, and we float down towards the city below. to the north, a cloud hangs, delivering a flurry of snow. to the south, i can dimly perceive a thousand deckchairs, an arse in each one. to the east, the tide laps ceaselessly against a new england facade, running through the sea-front buildings, and into the row of bubble-houses behind. we float to the west, towards the desert, and the mountains, and i can hear somebody laughing. a short, deep chuckle. the voice sounds familiar. 'that's you..' the list smiles 'somebody amused you today'... the noise is gone, and is replaced by a bar of song, an intake of breath, a tapping, tapping of computer keys. 'you're playing a bar down there tonight. don't expect anyone to turn up. they've gone across town to see ken chu strip.' can't say i blame them. we touch down in a deserted plaza. a couple of pigeons peck disinterestedly at long-forgotten crumbs: 'hmm... they did leave, then.' i follow that slender-yet-pendulous arse across to an empty cafe, and park myself on the garden furniture outside. the sinister list vanishes into the building, and reappears with a bottle of tequila ('let's just say i know the owner'). he pours us a glass each, and a herd of gazelle sweep across the square. an old woman sits down by me. she offers me a malteser, but i don't accept. from an unseen window, somewhere, a burt bacharach song is playing. the last rays of sun fade from the sky, and we are left, in the darkness, watching the city manifest itself above us, in the darkness, some sort of parade is taking place. ghosts, glowing electric blue as they hovver above our heads. 'the souls of the departed. they'll be back. they always are. until then, there will be others. this part of town will fill up before you know it'. and, with that, a long black limousine pulls up, and a woman in a flamenco dress runs up a staircase to a wooden front door. a fluorescent light shines across the square, and a window opens to let out a burst of latin music. 'she seems like fun' 'oh, she WILL be' i sip my tequila. the flavour of the lime has started to ooze into the liquid, and the hot, sour taste warms my spirits as it has since the first sip... 'does this place ever stop changing?' 'never. the day it does is the day it dies. when the last person leaves, and there are no more encounters to be had. until then, it is always here, for those that want it' i think of the state my mind was in... i prefer it here, watching the elvis impersonators driving their tractors along the street, listening to the Stephen Hewitt Marching Band as it belts out hefner melodies, drinking tequila and knowing that, if i want to, i don't have to think at all, i can just enjoy this world as it unfolds around me. 'can i stay here for a while?' ' as long as you want.. i've got to be going, but you'll find company soon enough. have a good night. oh, and ian?....' '?' 'you got that cigarette money? its not for me, you understand. i have a mission of mercy to attend to. there's a broken-hearted girl in canada and she needs nicotine' 'no, sorry, no change' 'bastard' and my friend is gone. i pour myself another glass, enjoy the warm breeze against my skin and wonder what one has to do to get laid in this place.. ---------------------------------------------- so, from the Sinister City to birmingham. i reckon we'd better do this picnic before the end of march, if we're going to. if its left till april, i'll get all caught up in b&s gigs, and atps and the like. 30th march? sound good? if anybody has an opinion, feel free to share it with me. preferably one about the picnic, but any opinion will do. as long as it isn't 'you're a tosspot' or 'your e-mails are crap', cos i've heard those before. you've all entertained me lately. a couple of replies: madeleine talked about swimming, and the mental space it gives you. she's right. if anybody knows of a good way to avoid filling such space with crap, i'd be keen to hear it. personally, i find myself thinking all sorts of shite, whilst simultaneously trying to clear my head and 'just be'. amazing, how trying to clear your head creates so much clutter. rachel playforth was spot on, as ever, when she said: the japanese have a word 'amae' which describes that warm feeling of being accepted, included and understood by a group of peers. so rare, so amazing when it happens. sinister at its best moments can produce 'amae', i suspect." well, full amae to you, my dear. i'm afraid that quote is partly to blame for the e-mail above. you and yer bloody inspirational thoughts.. and, finally, david hewitt said 'earnest is the new irony' and i really hope that is true. no i do. i mean it. earnestly. au revoir, mon petite salle des bains, and as the buddha once said 'it aint what you do, its the way that you do it, that's what gets results' fuck knows what he meant by that. he was a funny blerk. xx ian ________________________ Tomorrow will bring happiness Or at least, another day Phil Ochs ________________________ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. 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Sinister: A film about you
by idleberry 17 Mar '02

17 Mar '02

hi all, I was browsing on the web, and came across this rather cool wee place, where you can make yur own mini digital films with soundtracks and stuff? so I thought I'd make one. Only I couldn't think of a plot, so I made one about sinister. Let me know what you think. http://www.dfilm.com/mm/mm_route.php?id=347745 As you can tell from the plot, I'm no (insert name of decent director here), and should perhaps be in the porn film industry, with my weakly veiled plots and direction. So stuff thats happened to me in the past, ooh, two weeks (as of March 1st) Lost my job (end of contract) after 6 months Split up with my boyfriend Started a new job Had a job interview Got back together with my boyfriend Boyfriend went to Cardiff for 2 months Got fired (well, it was only for a week and a half) So, its been a pretty hectic schedule, and I'm looking forward to another job interview on Wednesday, and a week off, trying to slowly chill out for a bit and maybe see my skin go from "eek! stress! lets break out into spots!" to "mmm...I'm chilled, baby, just smooth, yeah" Anyway, gonna head just now, and do some stuff before its too late. Love, idles xxxxx ===== http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/corduroysmoke and the world did get covered in a thick haze of corduroy smoke. And it felt good. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Sports - live college hoops coverage http://sports.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: Finally... the Jock has come back... to New York City!!!
by Jason Andreas 17 Mar '02

17 Mar '02

Umm, yeah, sorry. Wrestlemania is tonight, so I'm kinda preoccupied :) This is off-topic, I guess, but I'm just throwing that dang door open to my fellow listees. I'm going to New York next month (from the 15th to the 28th) and I was wondering if anyone can give me a rundown on good places to go in the city. I mean, of course, music-oriented places. Where is the New York equivalent of the 13th Note, King Tuts, Sleazy's, et al? If anyone can help me out, I'd appreciate it a great deal. Off-list replies, of course. Oh, and I'm hiring the basement of the 13th Note Cafe in Glasgow on July 5th to celebrate my 21st, so anyone who's in the neighbourhood is welcome to come along... - Jase xx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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