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Sinister: RE:the boy most likely and the girl most lovely
by Hannah Brown 21 Nov '01

21 Nov '01

hello just thought that was a rather cool post. I often wonder what would have happened and what i would be like if little things were different, i nearly moved to scotland when i was 4, who knows where i would be, maybe i would have known some scottish sinister lot???? I sometimes feel really relieved at how ive turned out and am happy with everything and then sometimes i get really pissed off with myself and want to go somewhere and exchange my brain for a better one. does anyone else feel like that, you know, when your own company becomes this annoying friend who you want to say "fuck off" to but can't. I suppose "go to sleep would be better". Sometimes thinking about what would have been can be dangerous, i mean we will never know unless there are many other parallel universes with different things going on. Am i starting to talk spacy crap? yes! On a different and twee not, i have really been getting into my herbal teas lately ( i bet that piece of info has made your day) and there is one called "camomile and lime floweres", Don't you think that "the lime flowers" would be a great name for a whispy twee band, well i think so. hm im off to think of a witty explaination to why i should get tickets to the jools holland show keep on smiling love hannahxx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2001 11:31:54 -0000
by Doyle Patrick 21 Nov '01

21 Nov '01

Hello my name is Patrick Doyle, Iam 16 years old and attend Keith Grammar School. Although I joined the list quite a while ago, this is the first chance I have had to write to you lot. I have enjoyed reading the e-mails from sinister very much but have never had anything much to write about. I don't actually have access to a computer at home so I actually use the computers at my school. At the moment I should actually be writing a 500 word essay on the Biological Approach to Psychology for my learning distance course. But I felt I needed to write to you as everyone else writes on a regular basis and as I say this is only my first time!!!! I am one of only 3 Belle and Sebastian fans in my entire school, I suppose nobody else understands the genius of the greatest band on earth, as they are too busy trying to pretnd that they actually see talent in idiots such as limp biscuit (gimps!) At breaktime today me and my friend Jenna managed to get Tigermilk (masterpiece) played on the common room CD player, which is not as easy as it sounds. Why doesn't anyone understand how amazing Belle and Sebastian actually are? Me, Jenna and my Physics teacher are the only people that truly see Belle and Sebastian for what they really are. I'm sorrry that this was such a weak first entery to the list but I promise that they will improve with time!!!! Thanks for listening Patrick Doyle P.S Anyone that plays the trumpet, Cello, Violin or Drums are more than welcome to join me and Jenna's B+S tribute band. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: OFFTOPIC: info needed from all London and Edinburgh listees, places, to visit? things to do whilst in London and Edinburgh?:)
by Kin WOO 21 Nov '01

21 Nov '01

Hey there sinisterinies:) How YOU doin'? (said in Joey Tribiani from 'Friends' manner, natch) It's da Kinsta all da way from Perth, Western Australia. Hope everyone is doing nicely. I'm nearing the end of my exams and so far soalright:) Wish me luck for last one! Hard to study though cos am frequently daydreaming about going to London and Europe in December! I'm off to do my medical elective there: 4 weeks at Guy's Hospital (doing paediatrics) and 2 weeks at Whipps Cross hospital (doing A&E) which is VERY exciting. Are any of the listees med students at either of those hospitals??? Or been there for any reason at all? Tell me what to expect! I know Guy's is old and Whipps Cross is extremely busy but anything else? And as for those listees who might be studying there, give me the full skinny! And maybe could we meet, so I don't feel so lost when I'm there:) Also listees in London and Scotland, what are the cool gigs happening around Dec 2001 to the end of feb 2002? Any sinisterinie get-togethers? Cos that'd be really ace. Last time I was in London, missed out on a Sinister shindig at the Poetry Caf with Hefner, which would have been awesome! So tell me what cool bands, gigs, events are happening in that time? Am gonna miss out on Alfie which will be a bummer (going backpacking with a friend from Venice to London in dec). Any other interesting gigs? Also what are the coolest record shops, where I can score the rarest, most obscure and hard-to-find CD's (sadly don't own a vinyl player)? I was introduced to the delights of Rough Trade and the Music and Video Exchanges which are so amazing. But any other shops? I'll be living with rellies (that's relatives in Aussie slang) in St John's Wood. Any cool record shops around there? I need your help Sinisterinies, to score cool music! What are other worthy record shops to visit? Okay well hope to hear from some of you soon and take care peeps! Kin Woo "With a star upon your shoulder Lighting up the path as you walk" Stuart Murdoch +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Hanging from the spoon
by MyMomSays＠aol.com 21 Nov '01

21 Nov '01

Sinister, My posts are the most ridiculous things for me to type, for me to "send", and for me to have pop up in my own in-box. How sick! To see my own stupid e-mail address and then to read my abstruse rantings--so, anyway, I promise this will be something that isn't totally ridiculous. Ok? Allright? Spic-n-span. It's beginning to be the kind of weather that whenever I enter a room, the only thing that crosses my mind is "There should be a fireplace in here,": either that, or I wish I could walk around campus, around work, and around my home constantly wrapped in a blue fuzzy electric blanket. I've actually never owned an electric blanket--I think someone's aunt told me in 1987 that they "totally cause Cancer," and since, I just have stayed clear from them. Instead, I usually take it upon myself to complete the task of keeping my feet warm without wearing slippers--it usually involves me bending my legs in such a fashion that my feet are drawn up so close to my heat-radiating body that they manage to stay semi-warm. But anyway, this is all such crap--because this paragraph was really meant to be about fashion. It's so hard to be fashionable under a big bulky coat--especially a huge orange monster that was purchased at a second-hand shop for $6. The good thing about the monsterous coat was that there was a $20 note in one of the pockets, probably still crisp and cozy from 1967 or so. I think I spent it on cigarettes and coffee and booze (the cancer-warning aunt apparently did not hold THAT big of an influence on me). This year I am in dire straights. I am.. and please, stop me if you can, considering ordering.. a jacket.. from.. J. Crew. Yeah. The thought has crossed my mind--how does someone come to a point where he or she actually looks through such a catalogue with a gazing eye? Apparently I've gone through this horrible transformation. I might be past the point of no return-- I cannot phantom the sort of people who fly home intentionally for such a holiday like Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving has never been big in my book, at all--I mean, it's a holiday all about gorging oneself on semi-bland food. My family is already very close, I don't need to see them anymore than I already do, frankly enough. A friend and I recently had a conversations about our parents hearing Belle and Sebastian--he said that his mother heard "Stars of Track and Field" and was apparently offended: "Why would anyone want to wear terry underwear?" His mother asked him. My mother had a more light-hearted reaction. I think she just lightly giggled and asked, "Did he just say his celibate days are over?" Most people I know can simply sink down in their bean bag chairs and be excited about a few days off, some good company, and a few turkey legs on which to gnaw. Me, this year, I'm all screwed up--I just can't let myself relax about this. Right now I have a quadrant of notebook paper sprawled out on my desk, a few scribblings, a few weeksworth of notes, observations, phrases, words, crimps, clackings, hackings, slips, bad hand writing, lists, hassled questions--I guess, after a few wrestles with it, it's turned out to be somewhat of a story. But not really. I'm trying to finish said story, but I cannot help but feel like it is completely, totally, un-okay. If I could have it my way, here is how I'd have it--I'd need a visitor, for one. I enjoy showing people around Colorado. I always say that I think this state is boring and out-grown its too-short britches, but it really is beautiful when it wants to be. So I'd take said visitor around the front range (and of course, if this is being had my way, it would be spring.. )and up to the mountains for cherry cider. There is a little winding highway that leads to a village called Estes Park about 60 miles West of where I live--every 10 miles or so there will be little shacks perched along the roads that have bottles of the brightly-colored cider hanging from the roof like bizarre christmas lights. Only a few times in my life have I stopped for the cider. And my god, is it sweet nectar. So instead of eating and watching a thanksgiving parade, I'd be showing this person this beautiful state, and how somehow, I don't know how, this would make me totally interesting--that really, if I were from, say, South Dakota, I would just not be me--that this cherry cider is all about me, that these mountains are totally my thing, even though all I really do is walk down 42nd Avenue which looks like any ordinary street displaced from any ordinary town. Besides all that crap, I have some info that will drive you all mad with jealousy--guess who gets to meet Ms. Lindsey Baker on November 30th? ******* mandee m a y "inconsolably okay" +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: In this issue: "Jimmy Jack and the Amazon Women of Venus"!
by JAMES GILMER 21 Nov '01

21 Nov '01

Okay, I suppose Ill try this again. I had spent about an hour earlier typing out a post only to have hotmail crash on me and eat what Id written. So here I am, about as tired as an Isobels arse joke, banging out another version of that post. Oddly enough, despite it being a bit early in the season, Ive found myself going through my cds and mp3's for Christmas songs. When I was younger I always had a strong dislike of Christmas, sometimes even a hate of Christmas, but in recent years Ive mellowed quite a bit, and I have to admit Ive come to enjoy the season. I dig the gaudy decorations, and the lights, and the snow, and the Christmas carols. Christmas for me isnt really Christmas, its Santy Claus day, and Santy Claus day isnt even really about presents and such. Its about what I mentioned before; lights and decorations and hot chocolate and rosey cheeked girls singing Christmas carols. Fairytale of New York is the greatest Christmas song ever written. Its a song to be sung with a grin on your face, a pint in your hand, and your other arm wrapped around a friend or lover. Oh, dont look at me like that, even the punky boy gives in to romanticism sometimes. Im feeling quite happy because I finally made a big decision thats been bugging me for the past several weeks. Instead of going to grad school, Im going back to my first love, the medical field. Next semester I start on my Associate Degree in Radiologic Technology, which is a fancy way of saying Im going to become an x-ray tech. After I get my certification and start working at a real job, I may or may not go back for Nuclear Medicine, which was what I had originally been going to go to college for. Yesterday my best friend since kindergarten announced him and his wife were having a baby. Its brilliant because I cant imagine any two people being better parents. The odd thing is, some of our other friends kept asking me; So, you must really be feeling old, right? Huh? I have to say that Im not. I think its funny how people say or ask that at birthdays and weddings and such. Actually, it seems like the older I get the younger I feel. I think being happy and enjoying oneself is the secret of youth, and Ive manage to learn how to enjoy myself quite a bit over the years. I think the whole age thing (as far as mentally feeling it) is pretty subjective, and speaking of subjective things... In my last post I talked about a few bands I didnt like, and I made sure I mentioned it last time, but Ill do it again before I start in, this is just my subjective, personal opinion. This is the answer youd get if you walked up to me in a pub and said; Jim, what do you think of Magnetic Fields/White Strips?. If you think its too harsh or unfair, fair enough, but understand that I dont mean to offend anyone, Im just giving you my honest, very subjective, opinion. Ken said; I don't think I've ever thought the Magnetic Fields were geniuses BECAUSE they did an album with 69 love songs in it, but rather that did an album with wonderfully written songs Well, I do think there are some nice enough songs on 69 Love Songs, All my Little Words, Absolutely Cuckoo, and Come back from San Francisco are decent enough songs, and many of the others are nice enough tunes, and some are even fun, but the problem I have with Magnetic Fields is similar to the problem I have with the White Strips. My problem is that Merrit acted like an ass and a pretentious lout at the live show I happened to see awhile back, and from hearing from others, thats his *thing*. Not only was he a complete dick to the audience, and was obviously working it to put forth an image of aloof pretentiousness and talking shit about how brilliant he is, he sang the songs in such an utter aloof deadpan that he sucked any fun the tunes originally had right out. My real problem is that the tunes are just pastiches, which is fine in itself, pastiches can sometimes be fun and Mag Fields do drop in some clever lyrics here and there, but it doesnt take a fucking genius to knock out pastiches, and quite frankly pastiches bore me for the most part. But hey, fair enough, like I said pastiches can be fun if theyre done with a sense of humour. But acting like an ass and being a dick to your audience whilst talking shit about what a fucking genius you are and being a miserable bastard in general is not conducive to a kind view from me. Ive had friends (hell, Ive gotten emails from list people) tell me; Oh, yeah, Merrits an asshole, but thats his *thing* Well, fuck that, I dont have time for assholes in my day to day life so why should I go ga-ga over some twat who thinks hes a brilliant !Artiste! and acts like a dick to his audience? Some mildly cleaver lyrics and pastiches of tunes does not a genius make. With the White Stripes its a bit different, Ive only ever heard their albums, but my problem as far as the music goes is pretty much the same. Theyve got some songs that I really dig, Hotel Yorba is a cool little piece of pop, and Pretty Good Looking for a Girl amuses me every time I hear it, but theyre still fucking pastiches!! Im listening to Fell in Love with a Girl and theres Black Francis breathless gasping as the song tumbles into the babely-poppy chorus and Im thinking; fucking pastiche! Its okay, but its still a pastiche! They have whole albums of pastiches and its annoying as hell. Im not saying pastiches are automatically bad, but as much fun as they can sometimes be, theyre just disposable. I just cant get all that excited over artists who arent giving me much more than pastiches. Theres a different between using a style and just making a pastiches. Belle and Sebastian may be grooving in the style of 60's San Fran flower-pop in their recent work, but theyve got their own vibe and are bringing new things to the table and actually borrowing elements of style rather than lifting whole parts. Ken said; "69 songs about fucking with knives" Thats the new Angelina Jolie album, isnt it? Ian said; "desmond has a barrow in the market place molly is the singer in a band desmond says to molly 'girl i like your face' and molly says this as she takes him by the hand.... -" if you know the song, you're already singing it Yup, just pasting that in put that song back into my head immediately. But its a great song, eh? It also has the name Molly in it. Molly is the best girls name ever. I love all girls named Molly, especially Irish girls named Molly. Ian also said; well, vive le difference, my friend Well, thats the whole point isnt it? Pretty fucking boring if we all had the same tastes and opinions. ian then said; i think tori appeals to those of us who would like to visit the moon in a big green snow-shoe Ahhh, that explains it then. See, I dont want to go to the moon, I want to go to Venus or Mars, and I want to go in one of those old gilded Edwardian science fiction rocketships, the kind that used to grace the covers of those old pulp magazines back from the 20's and 30's. You all know those old pulps, the kind of magazines that had cover blurbs like Jimmy Jack versus the Madman of Mars!!! and were filled with stories like Jimmy Jack and the Amazon Women of Venus. Because Pulp = Punk and that is a Good Thing. ....... Well, actually, the Amazon Women sound like a Pretty Damn Good Thing too, but thats beside the point... Rachel said; I have a close friend who is trying to tell me that I have to love myself first and I think he's really smart about these things. He is smart. I think that being able to love oneself and be happy in those quiet moments when youre alone with yourself is one of the most important things in life. Theres an old saying I like; Life delights in itself The problem is, in the words of the wise old poet (courtesy of Jack Kerouac), the secret of life is; Theres a lot of bastards out there. Its always a trick to know when to keep your guard up or let someone get close. Theres a lot of users out there, and sometimes they dont even know theyre doing it. Just like a catapillar tearing through a leaf they keep plowing on and dont pay attention to the damage they left behind. Rachel said; I also thought that the Strokes sound like Elvis Costello meets The Clash. Hmmm, if they had sounded a bit more like that I might have liked them better. To be fair, Ive been listening to the Strokes quite a bit lately and theyve grown on me. I still think theyre in danger of being Oasis for this decade, but theyre got energy and you can tell they give a damn. Its going to be interesting to see how they grow, if they keep using recycled sounds or if they start breaking new ground. One last one from Rachel; I also just want to thank LL for uncovering Jimmy G's secret about making a swell record in the 1950's... Oh yeah, my old heartthrob days back in the 50's before the drink, drugs, and dames took their toll. Kirsten said; none of this is very interesting Which is funny, because Ive always thought that Kirstens stories are the most interesting of the lot, usually for the slightly odd beauty of them. Ive never been to Milwaukee, but from Kirsten descriptions I can only picture it as an oddly surreal mix of Oz, Narnia, Chicago, and Batmans Gotham populated by a collection of strange and colourful individuals. Interesting to say the least. Much love to the lot of you, and special shouts to...oh, they know who they are... ...... ............ Oh, okay, just to make them feel special; shouts to Elise, Sean, Lovely Laura Llew, Rachel Fruitloop, Amy Longapplecorejacks (who I owe an email), and the whole Great Lakes area crew. A special PUNK ROCK! To ~stine, who deserves to feel a lot toadier than she has lately. Jim Incidentally, children: every time you say "bring the Rock"...the Rock dies a little bit. And when you saw "rawk", it coughs blood - Warren Ellis _________________________________________________________________ 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. 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Sinister: my teenage years were wasted all on me
by caleb ben moore 20 Nov '01

20 Nov '01

heyhey i just thought i'd pop in to let you cats know "what's goin on". first i must make an official statement defending my poor poor misunderstood friend stephin merritt. the magnetic fields/stephin merritt are/is a beautiful, tragic, poetic band/person. all of their/his songs are works fueled by unfulfillable longing, loneliness, and love. not to mention a certain amount of self-depracating humour & irony. 69 love songs has many many gems on it. i whole-heartedly urge all to explore it and to explore all of stephin merritts works. you wont be sorry. whew. ok. that felt good. so.....yeah. anyway, last week i went and saw the play "tartuffe" at the theatre de la jeune lune here in minneapolis. and i was spellbound by it. i'm seeing it again tomorrow. moliere really knew how to piss people off. only one week till the new b&s single! so the other day i was walking in the rain to buy incense and i ended getting completely soaked and buying some new strange incense i've never had before. i usually just buy nag champa, but i bought some others too...tibetan rope incense, some potala, and a little bag of frankincense and some charcoal to burn it on. oh and i also bought the memoirs of j.d. salingers daughter. it's called "dreamcatcher" and so far, it's quite good. anyway, i got home, dried off and started burning some incense.....the potala smells like B.O. i'm not kidding. its very pungent in a bad way. the rope incense smells like a prairie fire. and the frankincense.....well....we had fun with that. i lit a charcoal in a smalll bowl and put a few grains of the incense on it and within a few minutes the whole flat was full of smoke. everyone was coughing....after it died down, we decided that we liked all the incense smoke wafting about the place, so my friend hiromi dumped some jasmine oil on the charcoal and it made a huge cloud of heavy jasmine smoke. it was mayhem, let me tell you. so now, even 3 days later the place just reeks of jasmine. which isnt a bad thing when your underarm smells and your kitchen looks like hell. (yes that was my obligatory b&s reference) so tonight i will go home and call my beautiful girl, and then i'll finally do the dishes cause LOVE MOTIVATES. into amythest eyes --light refracted --love enacted my soul enchanted cries awash with tears and sighs i got a new cd thats grate! Hope Sandoval and the Warm Intentions. its the singer from mazzy star and its so soothing. anyway, i'm off. many loves and kindness to strangers.... caleb ben ===== And when I'm lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me and if the day came when I felt a natural emotion I'd get such a shock I'd probably lie in the middle of the street and die I'd lie down and die ------morrissey __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! GeoCities - quick and easy web site hosting, just $8.95/month. http://geocities.yahoo.com/ps/info1 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: but i fell for the promise of a life with a purpose
by lindsey baker 20 Nov '01

20 Nov '01

hello sinster. miss lou is here again, because of the strange human attraction to write about tragedy. yesterday, i got three phone calls in thirty minutes, all telling me the boy was dead. and the rumors were started: in chicago, in omaha, with his car, with a gun. it didn't matter. he was dead. he and i hadn't talked for two years, not since we had a falling out. but. there was a photograph on my shelf, when i finally got home at two a.m. a photograph of him and me at my senior prom. i wore a black feather boa, and the cheap dye turned my skin a dirty gray, and that night we laughed about how i looked dead. he took me to a restaurant called the destiny cafe; it's closed now. he brought me a long-stemmed red rose -- he put it on the seat of the car, so when we left my house to get in the car, i almost sat on the long stem of thorns. it was the first flower a boy had ever given me. everything is disjointed today, and i hadn't cried until five minutes ago. my journalism professor came over to me, and told me to write. write when you're ready to, he said, and he gave me a hug and a piece of minty gum. the photograph is in my handbag. my handbag is here, next to my feet. there is a bracelet. a slap bracelet. red with gold thread, flowers, chinese dragons. very cheesy. it is on my wrist now, and i wonder where the matching one the boy had is at, whether or not he kept it. i wonder who will be at the funeral tomorrow, and i am sad that i will find out. i wonder why the kids i know will be there didn't notice, didn't see, and why i gave up and left and didn't stay so i could save him. and then i remember that fate doesn't negotiate. today, the test i have to take in a half hour and the gossip about me and the shit from the last few days pales in comparison to this obtrusive death. part of my life has an end, now, and i didn't ask for it or bring it about. there are things i'd like to say. about life and death and rumors and love and loss and people here. but. i won't. i think i am successfully lost and floundering again, back in that misty spot. and so i do what everyone always knew i would do. lindsey ______________________________________________________________________________ Send a friend your Buddy Card and stay in contact always with Excite Messenger http://messenger.excite.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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Go Where you Wanna Go, Do what you wanna to do.....
by Keith Davis 20 Nov '01

20 Nov '01

Hello all. It's been a while since I have posted. To be exact, I went to the B&S show on September 9th ,(two days before the world changed), at The Warfield in San Francisco. My review the following week was somber at best. I recently read a review in Rolling Stone on the September 11th B&S show here in the states, great review and picture! I am so proud that B&S went on with the show and continued to inspire and uplift. I remember visiting New York years ago and hearing "California Dreaming" by the Mama's and the Papa's, and every time I hear the song now I'm always reminded of both places. Been listening to a soundtrack from a movie called "Beautiful Thing", cute movie awesome soundtrack! The first handful of songs is by Mama Cass then the remaining songs by the Mama's and the Papa's. I have been listening to the "Jonathan David" single constantly. It was a great traveling c.d. while driving up to Lake Tahoe in northern California a few weeks back. Along with Rufus Wainright-"Poses", the new "Best of Morrisey" and of course The Strokes. Any word on Storytelling release in the U.S.? Any picnic's in the bay area? I have a debate with some friends of mine on what I call California Speak or Slang. Ours may not be as evident as a New Yorker's. I think it's apparent when we say things like "hella", or "like" about 50 times. Anyone else agree? O.k. I'm rambling at work in my cubicle in silly-con valley! See ya! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Racy Line Dancer Jane
by Kenneth P Y Chu 20 Nov '01

20 Nov '01

Hello, Richard Gillanders talked about his recollections of various proverbs being misused. I guess I should put on my coat and ride my bike.. because I have been known by some friends for years for re-inventing common sayings. I hear all these wonderful phrases being used by other people and I want to use them, but I can never remember any of them to stay alive. So I just make some up, besides, if everyone use the same mottos all the time it'd just get really dull. James Gilmer said: >>The same goes for Magnetic Fields. I just don't get it; "WOW! 69 completely medicore songs about love sang in mildly different styles!! What a fucking genius!" << I agree, if it were "69 sex songs" it would have been more genius, or even better, "69 songs about fucking with knives". Seriously, tho, I don't think I've ever thought the Magnetic Fields were geniuses BECAUSE they did an album with 69 love songs in it, but rather that did an album with wonderfully written songs such as "The luckiest guy on the lower east side" and "All my little words" in it. Those are as far away from mediocre as one end of Isobel's arse to the other. For REAL talent-free zone listen to the Red Bull Dozers: http://www.cockscrew.com/rbd/ They can't even get their songs to rhyme properly. If you listen to them, you won't get it, cos there's nothing to get. Ian and Richard then talked about the likes of Jimi Hendrix and Led Zapplin and Cream etc., all with a notorious level of guitar wanking ability? I think guitar wanking is a talent, just a different talent to song writing. If song writing is an art then rawk guitar solos are more like a sport, type thing. Both require talents but in different areas. I might be throwing a straw at the whole boat here but I found that rock bands are mostly more exciting to watch than an artsy wartsy band, much like watching a live football match of your favourite team is more exciting than seeing a painting by your favourite artist in a museum when you've already seen photos of it ten times (when you go "oooh I've seen it now", and then walk off after 10 minutes). For REAL talent-free zone listen to the Red Bull Dozers: http://www.cockscrew.com/rbd/ They can't even strum their guitars in time. But I guess at least they don't smoke on stage. Is demotion the best form of promotion? Like how defence is the best form of attack? Wrong proverbs and Red Bulls Ken P.S.: I think cats killing birds is just cruel, they should be kept inside houses and be cute and eat only whatever we feed them because that is their purpose in life. Birds can eat worms all they like though cos worms are ugly. _________________________________________________________________ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: 'i've got dibs on the tube socks'
by Kirsten Kenyon 20 Nov '01

20 Nov '01

it's nice to have a visitor for the weekend. my dear lemonpie laura...we were freshmen at valparaiso university together a couple of years ago. a few things about laura: she's going to be an accountant, and she thinks it's boring her car always smells like peachy peach air fresheners she says "buttons" like "buh-ens" she's started calling me "moses" i don't know where the moses thing came from...well. i started calling her "mic" because she has this strange obsession with microwaving nearly everything before she eats it. i don't think it can be good for her, but she won't listen. so, yes. mic and moses. sitting under a giant strawberry and eating sandwiches. suddenly a girl said "can i bother you?" i thought it was a funny question. most people don't want to be bothered...i said "sure." she walked over and sat down. the girl was wearing fuschia lipstick and a little cap. she told us her boyfriend had abandoned her an hour ago at a gas station a short ways away, and that her purse was in his car and she needed to scrape up twenty-one dollars for a bus ticket to manitowoc. plus, she was hungry. and out of cigarettes. we didn't have twenty-one...we had six. and half a sandwich, and a few cigarettes. we sat on a bench and smoked and she ate the sandwich and talked about shoes for a minute or two. there really weren't a lot of people around, so i drove her to a busier part of the city, where it might be easier to find someone who could help. i felt just awful letting her out of the car on north avenue, but i really couldn't do anything else. i hope she got home okay...actually, i hope she was doing some kind of strange project for school, and that she had made the whole thing up. a boy leaving a girl at a gas station in a strange city late at night.....awful. on saturday night, i secretly observed two boys arguing loudly because a girl had commented that one of them had "big arms." they were at it for quite some time, and it was very heated and quite silly to watch from my little perch high above the street. it's fun, sometimes, to sit there. nobody can see you, unless they're really looking. and nobody really looks unless you yell things at them...it seemed the argument was finally resolved, as one of them shouted "i wasn't laughing at your big arms, i was laughing at her for commenting on your big arms!" and they both sort of grunted and punched each other and took off in separate directions. laura raised her glass and yelled "oooo will ya look at the arms on THAT one!" and i guess i drank to that, and people all over the block started laughing and the boy started cursing again and waving his fist in the air, so we giggled and ran inside. leslie disappeared into the bathroom with a box of hairdye. laura ventured back out for another smoke. i sat at the computer for a short while and spilled my drink on the floor. i'm brave enough to dye my hair. i'm not really scared of being cursed at by a stranger, especially when i'm three stories off the ground. i'm not afraid to fly. and i don't think i'm scared of my parents anymore. i don't know if i was ever really "scared." maybe "intimidated..." so now what..... i think i'm still afraid of the dark, sometimes. and i can't watch scary movies at all. telephones make me nervous. but...none of this is very interesting. sorry. i apologize too much. some people say....i'm sorry for that, too. okay. enough from me 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. 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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