Allo, allo. While I am generally content to sit back and just read the words that flow from your fingers into my Inbox, sometimes--just sometimes--I am inspired to write. This, alas, is one of those times. A long, long way back, in the midst of the fascinating What Has Italy Ever Done For Us debate, Daniel Hopper wrote this: And what about Frank Stallone with "Eye of the Tiger"? Ah, Daniel. "Eye of the Tiger" was the masterwork of Survivor, not Frank Stallone. The Lesser-Known Stallone was responsible for another classic hit, "Far From Over," that graced one of the innumerable Rocky soundtracks. I am really, really sorry I know such things. They take up space in my head that could otherwise be devoted to, say, remembering how to multiply numbers greater than 4 and 6, or learning the names of world leaders. Nick Dastoor sent along an article about the autobiography of Consuelo de Saint-Exupery, including these lines: They eventually separated but met again in Pau, southern France, during the war, about a year before his death. "I wanted to kiss him, to take him in my arms," say the memoirs. "He closed his eyes and murmured 'I would so much like to sleep'." For some reason, these seem like the most beautiful words I have ever read. I cannot get them out of my head. Fed up with my job, fed up with dealing with adult-y things like getting my car fixed, fed up with a boy I went out with a few times (and, from all signs, seemed to hit it off with) suddenly and inexplicably excommunicating me, I am left with the desire to lie in the grass in my parents' backyard with the smells of growing things in my nose and Belle & Sebastian in my ears and a Sylvia Plath's journals in my hands and pretend, for a while, that there is nothing else. Nothing else. Instead, 3000 miles from said backyard, and obliged to at least attempt to do some work today, I am left to watch from my window as San Francisco runs about below me, to remember that all things sucky will eventually pass, and, alas, to attempt to supplant "Eye of the Tiger" in my head with something a bit less earworm-like. Back into silence. xo emily +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+