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Sinister: The time has come
by LilGrape25＠aol.com 04 Feb '02

04 Feb '02

And again I rise from lurking pits, has anyone missed me? most probably not. I spend a lot of time at school lurking as well, wandering around with not enough time to do anything really, so I just wander to make myself look busy. From the computer lab to the bathroom to the cafeteria to the deans office, sometimes just wandering around in circles, humming music to myself or, before my headphones broke, listening to music. I should get new headphones. Sometimes I really appreciate being alone, it is, most often, by choice..there are people I could sit with and talk to and pretend to be interested in, but I don't want to. On good days I have long enough chunks of time that I can go and paint. Alone too, but happy. Today, though, I am truely lonely. But still, I don't want to talk to anyone, I do not want to speak. Don't you ever feel like you are sad, and theres nothing that we can do about it, so you might as well find content in your sadness? Its definately one of those days. I'm not going to be happy, but thats okay. I think I'll go see if ! there are any more brownies in the cafeteria. Another question to pose: what exactly is "list abuse"? Yes, I know the technical definiton, but why must we all make up something about belle and sebastian for every post, when everyone knows that it is not really the belle and sebastian related content that makes the list so worthwhile. List abuse is writing someone a personal message, trying to find a roomate or a ride to such and such town or other place..but not necisarily talking about things that don't relate to belle and sebastian, don't you agree? love, Rachel Grapenut +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Nice Day For a Sulk
by Kate Keenan 04 Feb '02

04 Feb '02

Hi Sinister, I just got all inspired by James Gilmer's terrific post and I want to add my two philosophical cents worth on happiness/sadness and zen things: I think James is so right when he says that "we aren't our pain. We aren't our sadness or our shyness or even our happiness." And also, "But you don't realize you can take the glasses off. That you're not your loneliness and you're not your sadness or any of that." But I've struggled a lot with the fact that I may know that my mood is self-imposed but I still can't seem to fucking get rid of it at times. I thought it was a lack of willpower on my part. Or lack of true desire to get rid of it. So that added guilt to powerlessness to the original mood and just made matters worse. I read a book about a type of Zen practice called Shambhala. Now, I'm loathe to try to be an expert on it to 1500 strangers but from what I gather, it's a secular type of Buddism. Anyway, I don't know much about zen at all but from what I learned about Shambhala it's not about detatchment so much (or "sitting on a mountain and staring at your belly button" which I never really understood about zen practice, myself.) but about totally being here in the world, not above or outside of the world at all. The part about it that I agree with the most is its suggestion that moods are moods. You will get them. They are like the weather. When you meditate you will think about your grocery list or have a bitchy thought. Even if you understand that you needn't be unhappy, you will get depressed and caught up in silly things from time to time. Once you think you are beyond impure thoughts and feelings, you're in big trouble. That's delusion. You can't beat yourself up over your moods. That's just more nasty energy. You have to have a light touch and a sense of humour about the whole thing. You've got to love yourself (sorry for the corniness) and love that you're such a loser. Be there in your failure to be a perfect person. Stick with yourself. Don't try to disown yourself like a friend you're ashamed of being seen with by the cool kids. Don't repress your moods but don't let them carry you away either. Ride them out like a tree in a storm. (think Tree Lullaby, if you were hoping for some content in this post) They can touch you and shake you - in fact it's BEST if they touch you. You're living in this world after all. You might as well experience it fully. Take everything as an opportunity to feel things more deeply. Be curious. This is not to say mope and wallow. Don't hang onto a mood or use it to thwack in other people's faces. Don't hide out in a mood or let it define you. But admit that you're feeling it. Don't be ashamed to feel it. As soon as you get the strength to open up within a mood, the strength to break free of it will naturally follow. Anyway, that's what Shambhala suggests and I've never read a philosophy that suited me more. One more thing: When my dad died, a friend of mine gave me a piece of paper with a story on it he'd written about a King whose son goes away to fight and never ever returns. The King is distraught and nothing will console him. The people try everything they can think of but nothing will lift the King's sorrow. One day an old man turns up and gives him a ring engraved with four words. He tells the King that these four words have the power to make sad people happy and happy people sad. That was the end of the story. Then my friend gave me a box. Inside was a ring engraved with the words "This too shall pass". The ring catched my attention in little silver flashes in my saddest and happiest moments. It's a good reminder and a good wake up call. Love, Kate +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Shit could have been still savourier
by Kenneth P Y Chu 04 Feb '02

04 Feb '02

Hello, De-lurk time, actaully, does not posting for a week count as lurking? Well well, I see that my temporary halt in posting had resulted in the average seriousness of a sinister post being rocketed ten-folds - with posts about life! and love! and decisions! and things! and goodness me, B&S contents that aren't made up! It's time to get to work, I think. However, I took great solace in Gordon's last post, because he talked about shit on rail tracks - that's more like it. Another thing that was nice to read was that Mr Jeremy Tweedle has now a new home! And speaking of Mr Tweedle himself... Whereever I go, I always seem to hear debates about whether "David Bowie" is pronunced "David Bowl-wee" or "David B-ow-wee", and I have figured it out the other day that it is indeed the latter. For no-one without a last name such as "Bowel-wee" would be able to come up with the scatological contents that seem to fill up the abdomen of the song "Space Oddity"... "and I'm floating in the most peculiar way, and the 'star' looks very different today. For heeeere am I floating round my tin can, far above the 'moon' planet earth is blue and there's nothing i can do" ... this poetic monologue from the eyes of a floater are quite disturbingly some of the most beautiful words ever written. It is almost as good as that song by the Cranberries about breaking aromatic wind called "linger". Mark C mentioned farting in his last post, and also stated that I was being simultaneously modest and arrogant, in parallel. Does that make me an oxymoron? Or just oxy? hmm, yes. And speaking of morons, has anyone else already worked out Belle and Sebastian's plans for their UK gig in Edinburgh? It doesn't take a fool to work out that at the Edinburgh gig they are going to play the following songs. - It could have been a brilliant career - Mayfly - Photo Jenny - Family Tree - We rule the school - A century of fakers* - Don't leave the light on baby* - The state I'm in* - String Bean Jean* - I could be dreaming+ WHAT DRUGS ARE YOU ON KEN? Some of you may ask, but when Stuart sings the lyrics to these songs come April 1st at the gig, you too would start giggling like a fool. -> talked about poo -> made up fake b&s contents -> avoided any kind of useful information/rational thoughts My work here is done. Fools and Red Bulls Ken * stupid + moron _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: you never did like the way the world stretched out
by lindsey baker 04 Feb '02

04 Feb '02

hello sinister. this past week, i got snowed in and discovered why my college radio station is such, and why it isn't so bad after all. i wanted to know if classes were cancelled, and turning on old krnu, i happened upon the middle of 'i love my car.' i don't think i was ever more proud of my university. the song was apparently preceeded by radiohead and followed by superchunk, and has earned itself the heady position of alarm clock radio setting. so this morning i woke up to now it's overhead, and fell out of bed, again with happiness. i have spent part of the afternoon looking at various internet homes of various bands i like (hmmm...i feel geeky about that) and spent [art of that time perusing through various band diary entries. tour diaries, to be specific, because of late i have become increasingly obsessed with what, exactly, a band does on tour. i think i am both grateful for my stationary life and jealous of a mobile one. maybe i just miss him. the fortune in my fortune cookie tonight said my love of life would carry me through any circumstance, and for once, i think it might be true. i have wondered what it would be like to keep a real, i suppose, non-tour diary many times in my life, and have often tried to do the deed but to no avail. i remember in elementary school i had a pick diary with ballet shoes on the cover. and i filled the pastel pages with my dreams, mostly of boys (hmmm..still doing that) and whatnot. in fifth grade, i taped the valentine i got from my first boyfriend to the inside of the back cover, so i wouldn't lose it. and i kept the book underneath my mattress, as i knew girls were supposed to hide diaries in such appropriate places. but i never finished a diary, and i think maybe it is because i grow bored with the process of writing down what i do every day. odd, because i can read other people's daily activities and thoughts on those activites and compare and contrast them with my own life, thus living vicariously to some extent. and in a way, sinister is a bit like a diary for me, each post an entry to a hidden book. but then it gets discovered by mummy, and everybody reads it. maybe i have an anne frank complex. does that exist? you go through the motions of every day, and hope they're interesting to someone. because they probably are only minimally interesting to yourself. sunday, february 3, 2002. got home this morning at 3 a.m. after a newspaper party. had an illegal bottle of vodka in my possession, and discovered that i had actually drunk all of the missing amount and that the remaining amount was in a bottle too large to fit in any of my kitchen cabinets. not thinking my roomie would be too happy to discover illegal booze in our abode, i stashed the bottle on the top shelf of my closet and decided i would break it out again on one or both of the following occasions: mandee and kirsten hit nebraska and the homecoming of the boy. brushed my teeth and went to bed. woke up at 9:45 a.m. to now it's overhead. turned off the radio and got up at 1 p.m. showered and completed the arduous, hour-long process of Getting Ready. went to the bank. paid credit card bill one day late. got dropped off at the newspaper as my own car was in an accident yesterday and is now not so drivable. have been here ever since, reading tour diaries and saying goodbye to my now it's overhead addiction and hello to my superchunk addiction. not so cool. or interesting. it's the added bits of diaries that are interesting (or maybe just the almost sleazy bits). it's the stuff in between, i think, that makes the writing down of events worth the while. the saying that today wasn't boring because in between the mundane stuff i realized again that i am not alone anymore. and that i never really was. i am connected to more people than i can count on both hands, and one in particular resides everywhere even when he isn't here. everything this week has reminded me of something else, someone else, and i like it that way. i like it that when i wake up to a certain song i think of a day or an event or a smell or a sound, and the moments of each day become weighted with meaning. the bottle of vodka will always be a party or a person or two and the first bottle of booze ever to reside in my apartment. the boy will always be the superchunk will always be the radio will always be the snow day will always be the unexpected b&s will always be sinister. i like that. maybe i don't need to roam around after all. love and tour vans, your lindseylou _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: it's a barnum and bailey world
by Kirsten Kenyon 04 Feb '02

04 Feb '02

to stay inside today would have been to sin. i've been told that "to sin" is "to miss the mark," and while i'm unsure as to the consequences that may befall the archer whose arrow is embedded in the brush, i decided not to take any chances. i rolled out of bed relatively early and was sitting on my footboard, enjoying the sunday morning public radio and cheerfully applying a layer of red lipstick, when the door creaked. "ohmygod, kirsten. you're completely stuck in the forties." i peered at my sister over the rims of my glasses. she was leaning against the doorframe, cradling our sweet little sophie in one hand (yes, she can be held in one hand) and adjusting her perfect blonde hair with the other. i didn't see how i could be "stuck" anywhere except where i was, and i told her so. she shook her head. "you were born in the eighties. you made it into the nineties, like everyone else. then you slid back into the sixties, and now...well, look at what you're wearing. what's next, a powdered wig?" i stuck out my tongue and threw a pillow. there really wasn't anything else to do. my sister laughed and disappeared, and soon my radio was drowned by the rentals. i sighed. oh well. i was supposed to go out today, anyway. i grabbed my hat and my handbag and a stack of books and took my seat behind the wheel. the sun glared at me, reflecting off the shiny steel cylinders of the brewery as i sped over the bridge. i donned my large, black sunglasses, a recent purchase from an overpriced vintage shop, and smiled. i must have looked like i was en route to some sort of james bond-themed superbowl party. i've been looking for a book. "egalia's daughters," written by a gerd brantenberg, first published in 1941. it's required reading for an anthropology course i'm taking, and the campus bookstore has been of no help whatsoever. i've called every bookshop in the greater milwaukee area, save a handful of dusty corner shops with names like "jezebel's oracle." i called all of the waukesha county libraries, too, and found nothing. so today, as a last resort, i parked outside milwaukee's central library and resolved to spend the afternoon reading in a quiet corner. if the book was there, i wouldn't be able to check it out because i'm no longer a resident of milwaukee county. central library is something of a marvel...a great, white, domed structure nestled amongst towering cathedrals and run-down hotels. i pushed on the heavy wooden door and stepped inside. the walls, the floor, the stairs, the ceiling, all constructed of a rich, caramel- swirled marble...i felt like i was standing in a bucket of ice cream. i mean, i wasn't cold, and my feet weren't sticking to the floor, but...bah. you know. so...egalia's daughters. it was there, of course. the card inside the front cover indicated that nobody has checked it out since it was shelved in 1984. i hugged the lonely book to my chest and found a vacant table near a window, and summoned all of my motivation to read the entire novel in the hour and thirteen minutes before the library closed. i had covered roughly seventy-two pages when i was disturbed by a loudly-whispered conversation several feet away. "fuckin hell! i haven't touched a rock in a week, and i've been off the smack for two days now!" "lies, man. if you'd been off the smack for two days, you wouldn't be sitting there grinning like a fuckin asshole." despite my best efforts, i glanced up from the explicit sex scene i'd been contentedly absorbing. two skinny men in dirty jackets were seated at the next table. one was hunched over on his elbows, spitting profanities at the other, who was balancing his chair on the rear two legs and staring at the wall. i must have been looking for longer than i'd intended, because i suddenly found that the one who'd been gazing at the wall was now looking me straight in the eyes. his mouth twisted into an ugly smirk, and he mouthed something at me and licked his thin lips. the other was still mouthing off. i scowled, then shuddered and gathered up my belongings, returned the book to the shelf, and marched towards the door, my heels clattering over the cold marble. only seventy-two pages. it looks like i'll be placing an order at amazon. it's six thirty on a sunday night, and i have an essay due tomorrow. before i go to bed, i must read the second half of "motiba's tattoos" and two chapters of my history textbook, then regurgitate the information into three to five pages, stapled together with my name in the upper right-hand corner. i haven't posted in awhile. this was boring. apologies. love kirsten Care2 make the world greener! 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. 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Sinister: The Ringing Hand
by Kieran Devaney 03 Feb '02

03 Feb '02

1) He is an American but has lost the accent after travelling and living in England for a few years. 2) He wants to present, and has passed numerous screen tests, both for Carlton (the ITV people) and MTV - only three more screen tests and he's 'on'. Presenting is what he really wants to do. What did he find most difficult during the screen tests? a) The way that you have to act as though you've known someone all your life when the cameras are rolling, when in fact you've only just met them. b) The earpiece. At first it was difficult to talk and be talked to at the same time, hard to differentiate between receiving an instruction and carrying out an instruction simultaneously. c) The way some people just freeze up when they have cameras on them was annoying - that doesn't happen to him. 3) He could never 'do Blue Peter' because it's all scripted - he could handle jumping out of planes and all the other traditional Blue Peter fare, but spontanaiety of speech is what he craves. 4) Thinking long term he'd really like to do a show where he gets to 'just paint and talk' in front of the cameras (at this point I interjected, he wasn't talking to me, with "Like Bob Ross?" his reply was "Who?"). Thats what he wants to do. 5) His girlfriend is a model back in the states. She is soon to be seen on 'trashy' American soap 'Days of our Lives' (I'm not familiar with this, but I have seen 'The Bold and the Beautiful' which, I'm told, is similar). 6) He wants to 'travel' - "You learn so much more during a year travelling than you ever would during a year at school." He has been all over the place already. 7) He doesn't want to be tied down to one thing - "That would be boring." Life, for him it seems, is all about variety. "So why are you training to be an art teacher?" the boy he was talking to asked, "It's just something else - so i *can* teach at the end of it." he answered, with a faraway look. 8) He could spend his whole life just painting, he could paint solidly for a day - a week, "... just have loads of canvases on the go at once..." "Thats how Kerouac wrote 'On The Road' isn't it?" I again interjected, "I don't know." He answered, bemused. 9) He has sold his work before, and reckons that the best way to get your work exhibited at a gallery is just to go to the owner, or person in charge and show them something you've done and ask if they're interested - "He might see three people in a week, and take on two, or maybe three.." 10) He thinks i need more 'texture' in my work because "When you first look at it, it suggests texture, but then when you actually touch it, it's smooth." The first time he said that I said that I liked that idea, the discord. But now I haven't the heart to disagree, so I just nod, knowing full well the deadline was weeks ago. 11) He didn't like this years Turner Prize winner because the artist couldn't justify what he had done when he was interviewed, couldn't intellectualise about his art. Graham Greene said that no human being can ever truly know another human being. Remember Pyle, the quiet American, so much lay below the surface there didn't it? _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: 2 cups black treacle; 12oz (300g) bulgur wheat; an airport
by figure2＠fsmail.net 03 Feb '02

03 Feb '02

In the volume house building business, each site is a development of lots of houses arranged with a casual artiness along curvilinear roadways and cul-de-sacs, the latter being from the French: say, a vessel closed at one end; a wee suburban balloon. In order to satisfy the local authorities that our proposals are thoroughly in line with expected mediocrity: in order for us to mutter a queazy agreement about it all, we produce 'street scenes'. I have computer design files of various elevations of houses designed a long time ago in London but given local names, say, 'Ravelston', 'Dunedin', 'Crail', Leven', 'Kinghorn' etc. With the aid of text files listing plot numbers and an overall plan and coloured pencils and scribbles I can calculate that, say, plot 147 is a 'Ravelston' with grey tiles and red bricks and plot 148 is a 'Kinghorn' with different tiles and different bricks and perhaps quoins (corner stones) in a contrasting texture or colour. How pretty. Anyway, the exercise of producing the 'street scenes' I desire to make hot-house fast, to stave off the boredom, so I'm rattling around the copy and paste and scale and orthogonal snap functions whispering the cache memory of my own brain which reads 'Dun Rav Lev (A) Rav Lev (B... different tiles and bricks to (A)) Dun Kin Duncan Drookit Docket...' celebrating the plot 363 edge of phases three and two by adding a flagpole and decorative extras to the built-in garage of a 'Ravelston' which I draw on a layer that I will later freeze, so as nobody else will see it. Angels, flying donkeys and 3m thick insulation can be added, as appropriate, after a similar fashion. So that's the day. At the train station, the train is always late but, if it arrives and it's not a juddering cattle truck, one is grateful. There are lots of people on the platform waiting to rush into its confines, and the canny ones stand staring at the shit and toilet paper on the tracks because shit = toilets= end of carriage= doors into carriage= possibility of a seat, even a seat by the window. Even if, by this time, it is long since dark. One can stare at one's reflection in silhouette, which has the charming effect of removing one's complexional problematics and thus constitutes a boost to the ego along with the having been canny and got a seat in the first place. Time to read the 'jobs vacant' section of two or three newspapers or, if one is lucky, someone has left a tabloid full of gossip and horoscopes. I'm trying to think of a short-cut to the internal attitude of your average aristocrat. In the name of democracy, of course. I was watching Raoul Ruiz's 'Time Regained', based on the final volume of the Proust trilogy and hailed as 'A cine-literary miracle' by the Evening Standard. I was chatting about this in sini to some Proust experts (I digress here) who, quite plausibly suggested that cinema and Proust couldn't profit from a connection. My contention is that this particular film is highly unusual as it leaves a great deal in the gaps and overloads the content with multiple layers. For example, the narrator frequently appears in both younger and older guises simultaneously in the shot, whilst maintaining seperate spaces, and the shift from reportage to surrealism is more deft than leaping. Returning to my psychological parlour games, it was a scene in the above film that got me thinking. Aristocrats are rather sure of themselves, mainly because they are infused with a palpable sense of lineage. Ignoring, for a moment, that this lineage is also conceived as being superior to that of the 'common herd' one can take the basic fact that here are people who sit, on a daily basis and at leisure, surrounded by rather large pictures of their grannies, dads, uncles, deceased dogs and horses owned by great-grandfathers and so on, in a big room. In this very straightforward circumstance they have both the challenge to live up to the expectations of their phantom imaginations and therein also form the character of difference to those who do not share the noses, gazes and landscape settings of these guys set up in oil paint. John Berger who, I think, is married to Isabel Allende who, I think further, is the daughter of an ex-president of Argentina, wrote in his 'Ways of Seeing' that most conventional portraiture was a means of describing property... a sort of pictogrammic inventory, if you like. Witness all these stray guns, plates, skulls, fields, mirrors in a pre-20th century portrait. Just a thought. The sinister crowd are a mobile bunch, huh? Seemingly some folks are moving to Scotland, there seems to be a Greek exchange thing going on and New York gets lots of visitors. Which kind of leaves San Fran, Brazil, Norway, Poland and Singapore out a bit, to name some almost random places. I was once a player in organising international meet-ups of architecture students... I'm getting wanderlust. Maybe it's all the talk of settling: my mortgage and garden speculations, that did it. What about 500 of us, from all over the world, camping in a circus big top for a week? We could do some useful community project, say, and invite belle and seb to take part in the evening revelries. Mmm... just another thought. But one that I've seen happen before, so it's possible. The big top was in Belgium. I'll send you pictures if you want. Gordon _______________________________________________________________________ Never pay another Internet phone bill! Freeserve AnyTime, for all the Internet access you want, day and night, only £12.99 per month. Sign-up at http://www.freeserve.com/time/anytime +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: waiting for the man
by Tim Banning 03 Feb '02

03 Feb '02

Holy god. Whom ever went to the belfast gig is a lucky fellow. I just have one question...who is singing "waiting for the man" It's just amazing. The band was sooo tight and sounded great. Does anyone know where I can make an actual download of the gig. or can you dowload somehow off of realplayer. I was also thinking of how the band has been playing a bunch (sorta) of gigs lately. Stuarts (not to mention stevie's) singing voice is getting much stronger as result. I'm wondering if this is going to have an effect on the way the record sounds. Not that it's a bad thing if it does happen because I really like the way IWUTU sounds. just a thought. anyway take care all. tim _________________________________________________________________ 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: Midwest picnics, dreaming of Honey
by The Cat's Pajamas 03 Feb '02

03 Feb '02

Hi all, It's been a while since I posted, and the last time I did post, I didn't say anything particularly important. Keeping better track of my Sinister e-mails is my February 2nd resolution, since I really hate the idea of only being able to make long lasting changes in your life once a year... First off, MIDWEST/CHICAGO meeting! Our beloved Amy Applejacks has proposed a Sinister midwest gathering, and I'm all for it. I'm willing and eager to do a Sinister round up in the Chicagoland region and drive all the little doggies down the trail to wherever Ms. Applejacks wishes. Everyone should attend, really...I don't know a date, a place, or anything else, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't clear your calendar for the next 8 months, just in case:) I met Honey last night in my dream! I was in #sinister, and somebody was going to prison in the UK, and they asked for my help to escape. So I went over there to help break them out. I dressed in a suit because I realized that would prevent the guards from being suspicious about me...I went into the prison and I needed Honey's help to unlock the computer system doors. I found a great big office part of the prison, although it didn't look like a prison at all. It had wood paneling floor to ceiling, large picture windows, chandeliers and a very official feel to it. I found Honey and was just starting to say "I can't believe I'm meeting you!" and then woke up...How tragic :( So there, now I can say I've posted in the past 3 months...nothing terribly exciting, but if anyone's interested in Midwest gatherings, let me know ;) I've gotta bounce for now, bye all! Jason _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Fabruary, Here I Come!
by breams plural 03 Feb '02

03 Feb '02

Hello to all... I've been out of the loop for a while. I've come to London and found a job and tried to get my life sorted out and I now realise that "the world has turned and left me here" so to speak. Though the only way I can honestly tell that is the length of daylight increasing ever so slightly by comparison to what I remember from last time I noticed it. ***Pointless-ramble-about-something-that-must've-meant-something-to-me-sometime-but-now-appears-to-just-be-taking-up-valuable-space-in-my-already-clogged-and-badly-managed-mind: Part 1 (or, "stuff about flats and jobs") My sister is moving to back to Perth with her fianceé in 15 days. This makes me feel sad and lonely, though I know that I'm just being self-centred. As a result, I've gone out and found a room in a houseshare in London (Hackney Downs), and attached myself to a temping agency (though the work I'm actually doing is with the London Borough of Camden in their finance department, which deals mainly with parking tickets and associated enquiries) so that I can stay and do "stuff" rather than having to deport myself. It does help having employment too though, so if I combine my working and moving, I come out somewhat resembling the only living boy in Blackheath. I haven't moved in yet, but the flat's nice. It's got wooden floorboards throughout. What more must one say? So, good stuff is happening there. I went out last night for work drinks for only the second time in my entire (yet meagre) era of worldwide employment. We went to a pub in Camden, near work, and all had a few. Blood flowed and drink was spilt, but not the reverse. Plus I was referred to as an "old boy" for rolling my own cigarettes. Although, amongst a pack of Marlboro Lights smokers I did come across as a little eccentric. I also had to work today, but had the wonderful benefit of my CD walkman to keep me company. So, I've started on the impossible task of attempting to convince the aged ears of my colleagues to appreciate the youthful strains of Belle & Sebastian, Kings Of Convenience, Camera Obscura and others. Thus far I've convinced a nice Finnish girl that Kings Of Convenience is "definitely worth buying" and a West Ham supporting "geezer" that Belle & Sebastian are "great! you should look into them!". I'm not sure any of this constitutes a victory over the evils of middle aged radio listeners, but it certainly makes for something else to talk about other than parking tickets. I'm currently attempting to convince myself that I should start writing more songs and consider recording them somewhere, though I'll be the first one to point out that I can only fabricate so much as far as justification and belief go. I'm sticking at it, just because one or two of you would kick my arse for saying I was doing otherwise, but I doubt whether I'm actually going to achieve much from it. It's just a grand scheme. So it looks as though my year is going to consist of little variety. just the usual suspects: 1) Complaining that it "doesn't rain properly in London!" 2) Attempting to convince myself that the idea I have at that time is a wonderful and somewhat original one that deserves all my available time and energy, and will NOT go the way of my last wonderful and somewhat original idea that deserved all my...(etc) 3) Intending to "sort myself out a bit" but doing nothing about it 4) Neglecting a friend or two because of repeatedly "Attempting to convince myself...etc...etc..." 5) Being a matron of honour at my sisters wedding Basically, that's my plan for this year. And it all starts here and now. It's already February and I've got to show for it is a list of times and places that I got drunk with Ken that he won't let me forget, even though I can't even remember. Funnily enough, that leave me with another 4.5 months to fill, that remain completely empty. Oh yeah...I know I saw a film or two in that time too. So, basically...I've got no point here whatsoever and I'm not being the least bit entertaining, and I should really have just sent the subject line and left the rest blank as it would've had more entertainment value. ***Content*** I'm going to the London and Edinburgh gigs. Nothing of REAL content in that, I know...but it makes me feel like less of a waste of good server space if I put that in there. ***End Of Content*** Well, sorry I can't make Brighton next weekend, but I'll be moving into my new place and trying to get the hang of living on my own properly. But I WILL endeavour to attend the Track & Field night on Friday. So if you're around then, I will be too. g'night and g'day to all *waves* Jeremy _________________________________________________________________ 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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