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Sinister: Our sames go right down to the bone
by ArtsyDeco＠aol.com 12 Jan '02

12 Jan '02

Ok, I'm going to give this a shot. I don't want to write the same post as last time. I suppose I could talk about new years. Wait, first I should say lots of thankyous to all the lovely people who sent me birthday greetings. They quite brightened my day. Ian I believe expressed confusion at my idea of sending in quotes and whatnot for my mixtape. Yes I would like them on a tape Ian. Please do not attempt to send yourself by mail and then jump out with something to say for me as this will anger the postal service. The last thing I need in my life is angry postal workers. Anyway, Ian is the only person who replied to this. If other people might be interested, they can email me for details. If not I shall have to pick out quotes and get my friends to read them. I appologize in advance for those of my friends who will probably insist on badly imitating the British accent. Now, back to New Years. The party started out okay and most people seemed very friendly. Then some glass in the door broke and some neanderthals apparently thought "hey, broken glass is so amazingly cool, I think I will make some more of it." And so the party became more hazardous. Then the sane people started leaving, someone put on iron maiden, some jerk kept taking his ass out, and then the put on porn. Peter wisely chose this as a time to go upstairs and try to sleep. I was a little afraid to sleep incase the neanderthals came in with mischief on their minds. Apparently an unlocked doorknob is too tricky an apparatus for your average neanderthal because they couldn't seem to open it and chose instead to repeatedly shoulder charge the door. Thankfully the door held up and eventually the house was quiet. The whole point of that story is that it was the best new year's I have ever had, simply on account of being with Peter. But now I'm home again. I've got a cold and seem to have developed an inability to go back to sleep once I wake up in the morning. I think maybe the bed is too lonely and those quiet minutes or hours before I fall asleep make me miss him too much so I have to get up and do something. On the way to England there were to other girls going to see their boyfriends. On the way back there were two different girls who had just had to say goodbye to their fiances as well. It made me feel better that other people were keeping up these long distance relationships. I have never come across an American boy with a British girlfriend though. Strange. I like the Rachel Fruitloop and Ben story because it reminds me of Peter and I. It will be our one year anniversary very soon. Throughout this year I have missed him alot, bawled like a baby when we've had to part, sometimes bawled just because I miss him so much, but I remind myself that he loves me and it's better. So Rachel, March, or whichever month you have to wait for, does come even when it seems it won't. It's a year and a half until he finishes school and then we can live together. That day will come too. Currently I am captivated by the idea of what I have taken to calling "the first day of our forever." The first day when we live together, knowing that we won't be apart for huge stretches of time anymore. I imagine the feeling being a combination of incredibly excitement and enormous relief. The idea of our wedding day also plays through my head alot. I console myself by reminding myself that someday not so far off I will be Kara Carter, and as the first sounds of my names join in the harmony of alliteration, so will Peter and I join in matrimony. Silliness aside though, I am waiting for these days with stifling impatience. I love Peter Carter. I love all of you too, just in a very different way, be exceptionally well, Kara Jean* +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: a little rain never hurt no one
by Jules Markham 12 Jan '02

12 Jan '02

hello all you cardie wearing tweefolk! It feels like forever since I last posted. There are lots of new vocal peepul making the posts most interesting. Things have been wierd in the land of Jules, Time is syrupy, an hour lasts forever, a year slips by like nothing. It's been a year since the Hucknall incident, and I guess I'm finally settled. I quit my vile job to sell pagan equipment on the internet and it's doing well. Not brilliant, but I've never needed much money anyway. People keep asking me about witchcraft, are you a white witch? What do you believe in? what do you do? why do you do it? do you have christmas? do you believe in god? do you curse people? do you cast love spells? how do you cast spells? does it work? all that sort of thing. and I say No,I guess I'm a hedgewitch. the earth below, the sky above. it's private. because. no, i have yule. no. no. no. private again. if it didnt, I wouldnt. I know I should be helpful and honest, but I feel like a freakshow. Just laid open and bare to be picked over by people who mean well but curiosity makes them rude. Still, I encourage the questions, more open-mindedness, and please dont burn me. Last year I got a house, a fiance I love, a mortgage, 2 cats (who were rescued and already had names. If they didn't we would have called them Withnail and Marwood) a garden, I saw B&S live for the first time and though of sitting by the stereo at 10 at night what seems like years ago hoping that Mark Radcliffe would play the song he had ended the show the previous night with, the one about giving yourself to providence. I had managed to tape it anyway, but it sounded somehow better in the dark. I remembered taping the sessions, and thought that those folk who download the tracks dont get the conversations between the songs, like when mark lamar got called a retro-minch, or mark radcliffe mock scolding wee stuart with 'we made you!' when he was being sulky. I still have the tapes. I listen to them for the talking, for isobels sweet voice...'you know who I am I told you!' as mike would say, the saucy wee minx! well, I'm skulking back to my foxhole, with a wave of the tail to the folks who know me, and the ones who dont. Jules x _________________________________________________________________ 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: On Becoming a Toy
by Toy Stephen 11 Jan '02

11 Jan '02

Ive just come from the Nursery. Sinister Nursery is unlike any Ive ever been in. It's quiet. Babies contemplating, listening, & their toys -- wonderfully named things like Rachel Fruitloop and dirty vicar -- do all of the playing, & its OK to admit that the Toys rule this pen, and when you admit this, then you are given a voice, & become a Toy too. We have the quaintest chillun and toys in the wide world. do I give vitals? Toys dont come with vitals though, they smell like talcum powder, and look cheerfully weathered. Where do Toys live? latest homes Ive lived in: Galway London Chicago now a small twin city some 130 miles south of Chicago. plotting a return to Europe in the summer. Drawing maps to evade the Adults and their work visas. If anyone wants to draw me a passport or visa (crayons allowed) I would be EXTRAordinarily grateful. band content: I saw B&S in Chicago in the Autumn of 1998. Momus opened for them. Praisings and most tremendous memories from that night at the Metro. also saw Snow Patrol in the Roisin Dubh, Galway, early 2000. nice too. Most of the time, Ill listen to just the Eight of Them cross-legged on my cranberry floor. at times in bed. as monday latenight when a wee Ladybug crawled across my toes in bed. I thought, Its winter! how are you still alive. Ladybugs find me irresistible. They do. Every summer, half-a-dozen manage, on separate and uncoordinated occasions, to run flat into my forehead. Have you ever been forehead kisst by a 30mph love-sick Ladybug? Startling. This one was alive in the winter (with 18 black dots on a flawless cheery shell; divided nine on each side). how? I panicked. What do Ladybugs eat? I couldnt escort it into its natural world -- the frost would send it into reincarnation. I plunked onto the hardwood floor. Thereafter followed one of those stupid, meticulous arguments with oneself abt what's more 'natural', to let her go outside and probably freeze to death (as 'natural' cycles would dictate), or follow the inclinations of my heart and sustain life, this being most natural in an instinctive sense. Meanwhile I lowered her to the floor so my nightmare feet wouldnt crush her & render my philosophical inquiries useless. Why do we always think that insect, or reptiles, whose natural food we dont know, want leafy green vegetables? I decided to give the Ladybug some old collard greens. Ladybug Perpetua scurried (!) away before I returned. I havent seen her since. I fancy she's set up home somewhere in my room until Spring, but her diet concerns me. this is a long enough toy-rant for first postings. plus I have to catch my bus. Pass cornfields and all that. to see if Ladybug has discovered herself yet. happy weekend everyone. thanks for nursing me into Play-dom. Stephen. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: The lechi Jelly left over from new years eve
by LilGrape25＠aol.com 11 Jan '02

11 Jan '02

Dearest Sinister, I had a really weird dream last night. The details of it are rather fuzzy, but I do remember that the premise was that my mother had a baby. I didn't actually see her pregnant, or having the baby. The dream started when I went to look at the baby, it was just lying there on what seemed to be a cement cube, and it was really ugly. It was a girl, but it looked rather male, really really large with slightly dislocated appendages, like a rag doll out of proportion. Then my dream sort of flashed ahead, a few months I think it was supposed to be. The baby had turned into twins. The most beautiful children you have ever seen, these two little girls with ear-length, straight brown hair and pretty, frilly little dresses on. The two of them and I were having a picnic on a feild somewhere, and the strange thing was that they were both old enough to talk. I remember thinking how odd it was that they had grown up so much so fast. They were such perfect little girls, and I loved ! them so much, but they didn't li ke me. They kind of smirked at me, as if to say "we are too beutiful and pure and perfect for you." I was sad, and for some reason all I could think to talk about was how ugly one of the littel girls had been as a baby. It wasn't a very good dream. But now I have an urge to play with my favorite doll from when I was little, who is as beautiful as those little girls, with the same features. Her name is Samantha, and she's sitting in my lap right now. This dream probably happened because I was thinking about little kids a lot yesterday. I kept playing this scene from the YMCA, where I volenteer, the day before. I teach an art class for 6, 7 and 8 year olds, and its really neat, but I ger really upset sometimes when I get there before my class starts and I hang out with the kids. They're such little impressions of commercialism it depresses me. This wednesday, one of the more annoying of the children, Johanna, had gotten this new doll from a line called The Bratz. Who would name a = doll= that? I asked the kids that, and they explained to me that the dolls each had separate names, this one happened to be Cloe, and that The Bratz was the name of the gang they were all in. Gang?! For second graders?! The doll also had a very large head, big boobs and no waist at all. The two outfits she came with were a pair of sparkly bell bottoms flaired up to the thigh with a little matching jean jacket, and a cowskin miniskirt!!! The freakiest thing was her shoes. The shoes were designed so that they were weighty enough for the doll to stand up in them, so they were these gigantic platform shoes- a pair of high boots and some of those platform mary-jane type party shoes. The platforms were about as tall as the doll's hand. The weirrdest thing was that doll didn't have any feet!! Her tiny ankles snapped into the gigantic shoes! The little girls were playing a typical game, Dollie Goes To School. Rachel (my sweet little namesake) was the mother and the teacher, and Aminah and Lakisha took turns being the doll. Both of them gave the doll this high pitched voice, made her say "like" and "whatever" a lot, and made her be really rude to her teacher. Lakisha said something like "Work?! I don't want to work, I want to, like, go to the mall with my friends and go shopping or whatever" Where did these girls learn this? Is this what they think teenagers (which the doll was supposed to be) are like? ! Is this what they're going to try to be like when they're older? ! Theres no way I can stop the brainwashing of these kids. My hour long art class doesn't change anything, its only one less hour of being fed disguisting societal standards and regurgitating it to eachother. Things weren't even this bad when I was a little kid, which was not so long ago. My little brother's grade at school tries to be way more mature than I did at his age, and these little kids are being fed so much drek- they're all really knowledgable about popular music, and can sing you some really foul rap songs, and they've got the dolls and action figures and cartoons and stuff. They've got double the crap going into their head that older people do. Its really upsetting. Wow, what a long rant. No content at all, but I really don't think this counts as "list abuse," do you? I am so very happy for Rachel Fruitloop and Ben. Isn't everyone, though? Please feel free to be as candy-coated as you want to, rachel, it cheers me up. 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: florian.
by Andrew Churchman 11 Jan '02

11 Jan '02

hi, i know there's a couple people on the list from sweden, so maybe they can help me out with any information on the band Florian? Anyone ever seen them live? Do you know of any easy, non expesive ways to get a hold of their 7" here in the USA? What i've heard of them I love. thanks for any help. --- andrew __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE video emails in Yahoo! Mail! http://promo.yahoo.com/videomail/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: some old story about a boy who's just like me
by Rachel fruitloop 11 Jan '02

11 Jan '02

Hello Sinister! I saw the strangest thing on Monday night. Two dorks sitting outside of terminal 4 at the Los Angeles International Airport snogging for at least an hour. And if you saw them, too, it was simply a coincidence that one of them had a sort of red bowl haircut... *ahem*. I, of course, would never have been caught dead participating in such a public display of affection, but you know, these kids today... such thrill seekers! Don't listen to Ben, I AM a real person, I promise! You know what's funny? I typed that and then had to question whether or not my life is just a movie and I in fact am just a fabrication of some screenwriter's warped mind... am I playing in your movie? you're in my magazine... I didn't cry until I got into the car. And Tuesday night when I turned out the lights and hugged my pillow and it smelled like him, that made me cry again, too. I never thought that this would be the way it would end up. I hoped that I wouldn't just fancy him because I should, because it's a romantic thing when your list crush travels thousands of miles to spend a holiday with you. The weird thing was the lack of pretense. He just fit in so perfectly that there was no awkwardness beyond the initial afternoon that we met. Like Ben said, it feels unreal. Amazing. He's just so... dreamy. I have said before that I am pro list crushes, but now I am REALLY a supporter of that little function in our Sinister community! I just hope that any of you who have recently met/will soon meet your list crush get on as well as Ben and I did. I feel so fortunate! I suppose a lot happened in those 8 days... I think the most memorable time was on New Year's Eve. We had a party at my house and a bunch of people were on E (not us, though, we were just drunk!) and everyone had such a good time and hugged at midnight and that's when Ben first kissed me and I have never been kissed at midnight on New Year's Day. Some other memorable activities include seeing 'The Lord Of The Rings' and 'The Royal Tenenbaums', watching Family Feud re-runs, visiting my office, going out one stormy night to The Derby to watch some swing band and drink with friends, Disneyland, the mall, going to Santa Barbara and walking along State Street and then going to the wharf at dusk and seeing some boats come in, and talking to a quirky homeless guy who apparently has "been there, done that". Going to a British pub in Santa Monica was an experience in itself! We tried to catch some highlights of his beloved Manchester United and I can now say I've had a pint for breakfast. And yes, I beat Ben in a game of darts, but he let me win. Then we walked to the pier and rode the ferris wheel and had lunch in a little cafe. I drove him around the mountains surrounding my hometown and we listened to tapes and sang along together. We went to my parents' house, and mom and dad liked him. One day we went bowling and Ben won, and then we were going to have a DDR competition but I wouldn't play because there was a scary looking guy who slammed his quarter down on the console and stalked around us waiting to take the next turn. Ben was not visibly intimidated, but I was nervous! One night Ben cooked dinner and I helped cut up vegetables while he washed dishes. And another night I made him pizza and we drank nearly an entire bottle of wine and watched 'What About Bob?' which is one of my favorite movies. Another night we watched 'Rebel Without A Cause' and drank cider in my bed, but we both fell asleep before the end. Most mornings I made tea and toast for him and he said that I make good tea and it made me happy. Sometimes I was still asleep and he'd make his own tea and write e-mails and he even wrote me cute little messages while I wasn't in the room, and I wrote back when he wasn't looking. He was my dj, selecting cds to listen to, and he brought me Camera Obscura and Tompaulin and even let me borrow his Moldy Peaches cd. He played guitar and sang to me while I napped and it was lovely. That's where I wish I was right now... right in that moment, in that place with him. It was just... perfect. Since Tuesday, when I returned to work, I have been trying to get back into the normal routine. But it's impossible. I am driving my housemates crazy because all I can think about or talk about is Ben! I don't think life will ever be the same again. So why fight it?! :) I feel like Kirsten said. It's been hard to decide what to say about such an experience, so I hope it's been slightly entertaining for you to read. I will have to post something less sugar-coated in the near future (if that's at all possible!) And Ben, I can't stop thinking about how retarded you are! March will not arrive soon enough! I hope that you all had a grate New Year's celebration and that you're all well. For those of you who mentioned me and Ben in the last two weeks of posts - thanks! It was very exciting and special to have you as a part of our adventure! Love to you all! love, Rachel fruitloop __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send FREE video emails in Yahoo! Mail! http://promo.yahoo.com/videomail/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Highland Thing?
by lepastie＠genie.co.uk 11 Jan '02

11 Jan '02

Hello Woke up and 'Tainted Love' by Soft Cell was on the radio. *grin* The day has been bad. A pigeon shit on me. I got a papercut from my bus ticket. Run out of loo roll and I have a snotty nose. The stray cat I took in still doesn't have a name. But, I'm a little hesitant to name him. My flatmate found a lump on his belly and we're a bit worried now. He's going to the vet tomorrow. Thankyou for all your suggestions of names. Recently, I've just been calling him 'my lovely fluffy gorgeous wee friend'. It's a bit of a mouthful. I heard 'Bright Eyes' by Mike Batt and Art Garfunkel on the bus (the theme from 'Watership Down'. I love that song. My eyes felt a bit damp. Now I can't get the bleedin' song outta my head. Oh! It was a real good treat on the bus today! After 'Bright Eyes' was 'Hopelessly Devoted To You' from the Grease soundtrack. I sing that when I'm doing the dishes. Belle & Sebastian content: Can someone clarify this for me? Are B&S doing a tour of remote Scottish Islands? I think it may have been a dream, but I recall hearing that they were doing gigs in Rhum, Eigg and Skye and then a stint in the Orkney and Shetland Isles. It seems like something they'd do, if a bit Idlewild-y. They *should* do it. But in summer. Lately I've been having dreams that are really disappointing. They either end with me getting strangled / run over / locked in a box by my mum or the dream's really good, like I win a Mini, and then I wake up. My throat's really sore. Someone once said to gargle with semen but I think they were taking the piss. And I've got one blocked nostril because I sleep on my side. Do English people use the word 'boke'? Example: The smell of cauliflower gives me the boke. I think I may have said too much. Hope you are all well. I love you all, but in very different ways. Pamela xxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Fw: where i'm calling from
by R.Playforth＠sussex.ac.uk 11 Jan '02

11 Jan '02

don't think this went through. -- Begin original message -- > From: r.playforth(a)sussex.ac.uk (Rachel Playforth) > Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 13:03:50 +0000 (GMT Standard Time) > Subject: where i'm calling from > To: sinister(a)missprint.org > > well i have been a busy archel, moving in proper and yelling at my > boyfriend and trying to start various ill-advised new projects. had a > meeting for one of these last night in the noisiest pub in brighton (a > hotly contested title) and after i gave up trying to hear people i > started drawing everyone instead (i was inspired to mention this after > kirsten's Reportage Back on her receipt portraits.) i was surprised to > find that my drunken state gave me artistic talent when none had been > before - but after lifelike renderings of matt and myself i lost it > again and produced a highly insulting picture of our friend fiona, who > may now not be our friend any more. > > i'm in a great mood today. this always happens when i've been > unreasonably busy. this is really stupid, but it gives me a sense of > properly existing - i hate those days when i feel more like lisa in > She's Losing It: 'she doesn't speak to anyone til 4 o'clock'. > > meanwhile on sinister... there was talk of naming of cats and then > johnny posted with some ts eliot, and it was like the good old days of > the poetry parrot all over again. except he didn't send it on to > anyone, but i'll pretend he sent it to me, because frankly it's always > hanging around outside my window anyway. > > it's been too long since i thought about raymond carver, and i just > found this poem - which made me feel less alone in my chronic anxiety > induced by the beginning of 2002... > > Fear > > Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive. > Fear of falling asleep at night. > Fear of not falling asleep. > Fear of the past rising up. > Fear of the present taking flight. > Fear of the telephone that rings in the dead of night. > Fear of electrical storms. > Fear of the cleaning woman who has a spot on her cheek! > Fear of dogs I've been told won't bite. > Fear of anxiety! > Fear of having to identify the body of a dead friend. > Fear of running out of money. > Fear of having too much, though people will not believe this. > Fear of psychological profiles. > Fear of being late and fear of arriving before anyone else. > Fear of my children's handwriting on envelopes. > Fear they'll die before I do, and I'll feel guilty. > Fear of having to live with my mother in her old age, and mine. > Fear of confusion. > Fear this day will end on an unhappy note. > Fear of waking up to find you gone. > Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough. > Fear that what I love will prove lethal to those I love. > Fear of death. > Fear of living too long. > Fear of death. > > I've said that. > > by Raymond Carver > Copyright 1996 by Tess Gallagher > > hm, maybe i'm not in such a great mood after all. oh well. > > yesterday i foisted the idea of a brighton meet-up on the folks at > #sinister, promising sex (well, SSX snowboarding on the playstation 2), > drugs (well, alcohol), and rock and roll (well, DDR). what i'll do now > is keep mentioning it here until you all think it's as inevitable as > death and taxes and can't remember a time when you weren't going to come > to brighton on <actually i haven't picked a date yet>. > > luv archel > > ps. brighton meetup! > > ****************** > Visit www.buzzwords.org.uk for the best new writing on the web. > Email submissions to buzzwords(a)bigfoot.com > <nb: site undergoing maintenance> > > > ******************* > Rachel Playforth > Resources Assistant > Sussex Language Institute > University of Sussex > Falmer, Brighton > BN1 9QN > ++44 (0)1273 678006 > ******************* > > > -- End original message -- ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.org.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords(a)bigfoot.com <nb: site undergoing maintenance> +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: where i'm calling from
by R.Playforth＠sussex.ac.uk 11 Jan '02

11 Jan '02

well i have been a busy archel, moving in proper and yelling at my boyfriend and trying to start various ill-advised new projects. had a meeting for one of these last night in the noisiest pub in brighton (a hotly contested title) and after i gave up trying to hear people i started drawing everyone instead (i was inspired to mention this after kirsten's Reportage Back on her receipt portraits.) i was surprised to find that my drunken state gave me artistic talent when none had been before - but after lifelike renderings of matt and myself i lost it again and produced a highly insulting picture of our friend fiona, who may now not be our friend any more. i'm in a great mood today. this always happens when i've been unreasonably busy. this is really stupid, but it gives me a sense of properly existing - i hate those days when i feel more like lisa in She's Losing It: 'she doesn't speak to anyone til 4 o'clock'. meanwhile on sinister... there was talk of naming of cats and then johnny posted with some ts eliot, and it was like the good old days of the poetry parrot all over again. except he didn't send it on to anyone, but i'll pretend he sent it to me, because frankly it's always hanging around outside my window anyway. it's been too long since i thought about raymond carver, and i just found this poem - which made me feel less alone in my chronic anxiety induced by the beginning of 2002... Fear Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive. Fear of falling asleep at night. Fear of not falling asleep. Fear of the past rising up. Fear of the present taking flight. Fear of the telephone that rings in the dead of night. Fear of electrical storms. Fear of the cleaning woman who has a spot on her cheek! Fear of dogs I've been told won't bite. Fear of anxiety! Fear of having to identify the body of a dead friend. Fear of running out of money. Fear of having too much, though people will not believe this. Fear of psychological profiles. Fear of being late and fear of arriving before anyone else. Fear of my children's handwriting on envelopes. Fear they'll die before I do, and I'll feel guilty. Fear of having to live with my mother in her old age, and mine. Fear of confusion. Fear this day will end on an unhappy note. Fear of waking up to find you gone. Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough. Fear that what I love will prove lethal to those I love. Fear of death. Fear of living too long. Fear of death. I've said that. by Raymond Carver Copyright 1996 by Tess Gallagher hm, maybe i'm not in such a great mood after all. oh well. yesterday i foisted the idea of a brighton meet-up on the folks at #sinister, promising sex (well, SSX snowboarding on the playstation 2), drugs (well, alcohol), and rock and roll (well, DDR). what i'll do now is keep mentioning it here until you all think it's as inevitable as death and taxes and can't remember a time when you weren't going to come to brighton on <actually i haven't picked a date yet>. luv archel ps. brighton meetup! ****************** Visit www.buzzwords.org.uk for the best new writing on the web. Email submissions to buzzwords(a)bigfoot.com <nb: site undergoing maintenance> ******************* Rachel Playforth Resources Assistant Sussex Language Institute University of Sussex Falmer, Brighton BN1 9QN ++44 (0)1273 678006 ******************* +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: your muff, my bra
by Kenneth P Y Chu 11 Jan '02

11 Jan '02

Hello everyone, Today is 11/1/1111 (actually it's 2002 but shh) and already the euphoria of the new year has died on me, reads, I have used up all my money and I'm ill and I'm at work on a sunny winter morning when I should be at home barbecuing, drunk and playing on a playstation 2 (if I had one). According to the news they have very recently done a survey and found that money can indeed buy happiness - uh DUH! I've been saying that for the past 5 years, just give me some money and I'll show you how to have a good time. It's always been like that for me tho, I come up with great ideas before its time and then later someone else come up with the same idea. Well my classmate copied my work at school once anyway. Talking of classmates, I went to this "friends united" website where you can find out about what your old classmates are up to now, and I found out that someone in my class is now earning a trillion pounds a year doing what I want to do and everything. I wanted to top myself but I refrained and just wrote to that website that I won the lottery and I'm now living on a lakeside estate, to make myself feel better. I felt really stupid yesterday too, I took a day off work due to sickness and during the day I picked up a guitar and wrote a really sad song - and for the rest of the day I've depressed myself with my own song stuck in my head - just what I needed when I was ill. So there's a health warning for you, don't write sad songs when you're ill. Another health warning is not to use office toilet paper to blow your nose when it's runny - you'd end up with 2944.4 cuts around your nose. michelle ruiz said: >>Reindeers are nice though :)... and so are caffeinated drinks with >>chocolate (try it you will like it)<< It's true - especially red bull and a floating chocolate icecream scoop. yumm. or of course a white chocolate mocha with strawberry syrup. mmm. chocolate floaters and red bulls Ken P.S.: Stuart Murdoch's car: so is he a boy racer then? Does he have twin exhaust pipes (with a hole drilled in for extra noise) and big fuckoff spoilers and air vents on the bonnet cover and a "go-faster" strip and under chassis neon lighting and a big KENWOOD sticker at the back window? Does he pump out "I love my car" through his KENWOOD speakers? or does he have a special DRUM n BASS version for his car? _________________________________________________________________ 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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