not my shoulder. anyhow. not for me. oh. I should start carrying a notepad again. my recollections would be so much more accurate. I saw the lucksmiths on saturday. not saturday. wednesday. it was fun. with nice people. and, later, with the guitarists. friendly. and the drummer, too [but gone.], seemed friendly. he was a stand-up guy. as jimmy conway would say. jamie conway? he isn't here. sometimes I forget. last I heard of him was that he was seen smashing the windscreen of a car in with a baseball bat. larger then life. I should imagine. perhaps I could catch a matinée. less effort required than catching a manatee. I keep imagining. yes. university gardens. a fire. some firemen. some people said they liked the badge I've taken to wearing. they know a good badge when they see one. and I wouldn't mind having any one of them in my posse. I almost put on an accent there. I'm no good with accents. really. better with apostrophes. but. still. mandee wright said I was the only boy she'd ever heard of that read henry james by choice. what does that imply? that could be construed as a sexist remark. like. boys are too immature to appreciate or to...? I dono. it had 'screw' in the title. stacey said I didn't gloat an awful lot when I beat her [and germany too. yeah.] at scrabble. she's right. I didn't. and I can't fathom [phantom too] why not. I TOTALLY BEAT THE TWO OF THEM. COMPLETELY. MORE THAN ONCE. AND I NEVER EVEN HAD GOOD LETTERS. I did MENTION it though. earlier. I concluded with: 'highscoring: it's lonely at the top'. or something in a similar style. you see. in a record store. and stacey didn't know of randy newman. so I added it. for effect. it affected me anyhow. and stacey with her link posting. to photos. ones that weren't approved of. or. known of? well. I don't mind. I suppose. stevie REVERB. at nice 'n' sleazy's. on saturday. not wednesday. and kids from the ppiiccnniicc in dundee. mister REVERB opens with 'lonely at the top'. by randy newman. he's been spying on me. I guess. 'and all the money...I have made'. he sprinkles a pocketful of loose change at his feet. they prepare for the next song. he realises that his plectrum was amongst his loose change. I say 'wonderwall'. and they give it a go. a good go. and after all... oh. COPYCAT http://home.earthlink.net/~mozzystars/_uimages/steviemefan_9-5.jpg http://www.btinternet.com/~wpsalt/g/picb20.jpg I know which was taken first. I checked. but. hm. I figure he must've seen me around town with it on, got one himself and decided the only place he could wear it and not be the cause of one of those faux pas things [I can pluralise 'false step' easily but] was america. the far side. of it. link posting: what next? thanks for the photos. will. and tina. and for bringing this attempt at imitation to my attention. oatmeal to 'flight of the navigator' may be more impressive than it sounds. I do hope so. but my standards for connection enjoyance have been raised significantly. right? right. today. someone asked me if I wrote any poetry. I told them I thought I had. thinking is funny. sometimes I think I only started thinking last week. or the week before. next week? what will I think? sometimes I think I use 'sometimes I think...' too often. sometimes I know I do. sometimes I don't care. sometimes. I do. sometimes I think all I do is think. yeah. sometimes I know I do. sometimes I know I don't do. but. think. sometimes I don't think. or do. sometimes I wish. too. sometimes I wish that people I admire for their strong will could be easily swayed by my opinions or feelings. sometimes I wish that people wouldn't try to persuade me of or to do something when I don't want to be persuaded of or to do it. sometimes I wish people would try to persuade me of or to do something when I seem like I don't want to be persuaded of or to do it. sometimes some things are all of the time. alltimes. . I'm enjoying my time where I am. I seem to have more time to be reading. or maybe I'm making it. at the expense of other things. that deserve time equally. and, perhaps, more urgently. and the rustle of an ashtrayful of cigarette ashes sounds comforting. and the dulled murmur of nearby drunken spaniards through the window or the door seems less annoying than it might. although. some that should, they say, make you feel better. relaxed. and all. have made me feel otherwise. and I don't like it. and I'll have to decide what to do about it. so. I'm reading 'a portrait of the artist as a young man'. I'm enjoying it. I've never read any james joyce before. but I sort of liked the idea of it a whole lot. I have copies. I have had for a long time. my mother's one of 'the dubliners'. on my shelf. for years. which version of 'ulysses' is favored? aw, where did u get to? they say that when books have been translated a number of times by a number of different people that you can get really not so great translations. and really great ones. I don't know how the version of 'don quixote' I read half of compares. I will read book two eventually. I don't think it's funny that I've been saying that for more than...some months. I only brought a few books with me when I moved. ones I intended on reading. and a few that I'd read previously. some of them by jim thompson. 'the killer inside me'. kinda fun. they made a film of it in the seventies. with stacy keach. he was in the one of 'the heart is a lonely hunter' too. someone said something about a carson mccullers tattoo. jim thompson wrote 'the grifters'. yeah. that one that they did with john cusack and angelica huston and annette bening. it was good. I don't like 'high fidelity'. much at all. jim thompson wrote 'the getaway'. that one they did with steve mcqueen and ali mcgraw. I like that film. I don't like the other one. probably. I prefer the book to either. I'm sure. I read 'the great gatsby' earlier this week. a guy I know insists it is about an escapologist. he hasn't read it. I considered rewriting this post and replacing every word with another: 'me'. I think it would have read quite well. but I reconsidered. I left my umbrella in a lecture theatre yesterday. it may be gone for good. I expect much rainfall next week. I impressed some baseball capped australians on the train by knowing who wrote 'sons and lovers'. it wouldn't suprise me to find the name 'garnet' [it's a name] inherently linked to the name 'bentley'. or. that it's simply an anagram of it. sorry. it's the same as ever. perhaps. apparently I found the finest axe. then I'd say: we now need to find a stone axe. me. richard. ____________________________________________________________ Nokia Game is on again. Go to http://uk.yahoo.com/nokiagame/ and join the new all media adventure before November 3rd. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. 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