hello sinister. today is an unsatisfying day. i thought it might be. i sat on a proch this morning. well, all night, to be precise about it. talking about love and boys and demystifying the feminine cycle for various people. and eventually talk trailed off and we sat there, rocking in our chairs, looking at the sky lift up. the sun came out, as it always does, but this morning i saw it happen. i heard the first sirens of the morning go screaming past. i was sitting in the same rocking chair when the newspaper was delivered. i had smoked and eaten a cheese sandwich and watched the morning unfold like a flower before me. but it was like a cookie a few weeks old. attractive still, but dry and stale all the way through. and the moment i realized the glory of the day was withering, i realized why i sleep through the dawnings. getting dreary before 10 a.m. is just fucking annoying. i should be able to manage at least until 2 in the afternoon, right when i can lay down for a little siesta, and sleep that off, too. *** i am still irritated that i missed my one perfect packaged opportunity for sinister picnicing bliss. we know who i blame for this, and i had the hickey to prove it. as for the recent sini picnic, this is what i have to say: thigh-stroking? snogging? boozing? wanking? mark casarotto in a sinister girls football shirt? danny farrell performing the famous "rarr"? frisky beagles? ally cook's school of smoking techniques? ROD FUCKING STEWART?! why am i not involved in these? why? why? *** i feel ill. this is short and uninspiring, just as the day has promised. xo love,lou *and for those who can't decide what to call me (i've noticed some recent confusion), feel free to select one or more monikers from the following list. any of them will do: lindsey lou lindsey lou linds misslou miss lindsey lou miss lindsey lindsey baker miss lindsey baker miss baker baker lb baby booms deputy dubs deputy dubs b squared emo (thanks to the daily nebraskan art director) al (if your name is jay) ------------------ THE FOLLOWING IS AN ADVERT FOR EXCELLENCE: never learned how to ride a bike? merely flailed helplessy in a chlorine-laced pool when trying to learn to swim? come to Camp Kids Who Gave Up 2002, sponsored by lindsey baker, dave snyder and conor oberst to learn to ride and swim like nobody's business! while you're temporarily residing on our beautiful, secluded island paradise camp, enjoy lessons from friendly guest instructors such as mandee wright and listen to a different live band every night (we feature saddle creek gems and omaha rapists)! dating lindsey is also an available option, so long as conor is off-island. SIGN UP TODAY!!! _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+