Hello wonderful Sinister kids. In a fit of inspiration (no doubt brought down by St Peter & his Isobel Odyssey), I will try to part the sea of all yr fabulous posts that have inundated my mechanical senses & say hello. first: a theme: In an Independent article abt Sri Lanka, Sophie James saith: 'Serendip, the name given to this island when the ancient Greeks discovered her. It means, literally, "beauty discovered by chance".' Yesterday was my Viennese housemate's 25th birthday. We celebrated as kids celebrate. Generic blues chords played meanderingly, improvised Blues lyrics from all at the table, punctuated wit hwine bottles & bee rtins slammed onto surfaces. 'plank' and 'bucket' are good end words for the first two verses; the rhyming pairs in 3 & 4 (preferably with 'flank' for the 3 &, er..., for 4) then set such a lovely tone. Any, at 2am, a good friend (born in Sri Lanka, by chance) swept into the house with one of her friends and snow like the train of a wedding dress. By sunrise, exceeding everyone's secretest conceits of blissful love affairs, a boy went with a boy & a girl made plans to go with another girl. There was such joie & self-satisfaction I thought we were in an Iris Murdoch novel set in a country house in Dorset. My Sri Lankan friend succeeded on an impossible task & turned Toy Stephen into a Diva. Blond short wig, forest green ankle length dress, creme-coloured feather robe-coat, a broad knitted muffler, & mysterious sunglasses. When the films develop, I shall send a scan to Honey so everyone can feel as if she was there (& I invited you all; where _were_ you?). Plans hatched for an eclectic band, guitar, saxophone, keyboards, a keen opera Tenor (another housemate) & whatever rubbish about the house that makes noise. I hope we can do some B&S covers; Id love to sing those dressed like Andy Warhol's Candy Darling. Peter Carter pined:
'I've never been Sillistrated and I haven't seen that film about Iris Murdoch yet, these are terrible things'
I share yr shame, Peter. ssupposedly Broadbent finds the Bayley in him. & Ive no clue when itll be released in America. When it does premiere, I cannot envision anyone younger than 40 in the theatre (are there any younger Murdoch admirers in the States?). Only ageing English philosophy professors. Like Hugh C., an Oxford man with long white hair who was always sucking his teeth during lecture. He recalled his sister (who's still at Oxford) seeing Mrs. Murdoch many years ago when her dementia had her watching the Teletubbies in the afternoons in delight. Murdoch wandered seemingly happy through the town, drest in workman's blue overalls, unshowered for days. Beauty by chance. affectionate tugs to the many who welcomed me after my first post. CarsmileSteve answered me what Ladybugs prefer for tea: aphids. He even used his knowledge in a sentence: 'this is why gardeners like to have lots of ladybugs about, to eat the nasty pests, and they're more ecologically sound than pesticide'. Now, through this exchange, we discovered epiphany. We found the etymology for 'Ladybug' conjectured to be: 'Probably from its seven spots being considered a symbol of the seven sorrows of the Virgin Mary'. I shared my bed with the Virgin Mary. A lusty new sheen to my earlier dilemma. Tho what a blundering dolt if I served her the wrong dish. But nevertheless I bless her for being an agent of environmentalism, acc. to Steve. There's a Sinister logic there to support the creation of 'The Virgin Mary was an Environmentalist' tee industry. or at least a submission to Ken Chu to devise a new B&S title (with his numbers & patterns & esoteric prophecies) promoting the Lord's mother as the first Green. Im tweaked to hear all of us go on-and-on abt love so much. By Valentine's day, perhaps by the shear love that's going around, Ill have a sweet thing to call my own. People think toys are only for Christmas, birthdays, or S&M parties; but we still must trudge on the rest of the year too, you know? (could I settle on a letterbomb from Tom?) etymologies, exegesis, & elegy for Iris, Stephen. p.s.: thanks to Laura Llew for consoling me. She allayed my fears that my (dead) great Aunt Tanti would come back to reclaim her gray-and-white candycane striped bedsheets that Im currently sleeping on. & I will take yr test with grate trepidation. If I fail, I couldnt survive knowing I missed the cool blue sheets and new coolest LOW pillowcases. pps.: welcome to baker,baker; the Cat's Pyjamas dreamed of a Chicago meetup, & we'll need yr poetic airs. ppps: the title of the Sophie James article is 'Wanton Seduction in Paradise.' I move to etch this on the pearly gates of Sinister, at least until Valentine's Day. ===== ----- What's a Toy to do? __________________________________________________ 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@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+