Alequo te volo petere... aye, it's chilly out Us Brits are always supposed to be talking about the weather, so here goes. Today is alternating between beautiful and ugly. For moments, the sun strikes swathes of golden leaves at a low angle, shimering in gale-force winds against a gunmetal sky. Then, rooms, car interiors, gardens, hilltops are cast into gloom, and a light spray of rain becomes cold like needles. The remaining apples were blown to the ground last night. boo! The church hijacked Halloween, like Christmas, from an old pagan festival. Like Christmas, it seems the people are beginning to claim it back, or, is it Hollywood and Department Stores? Anyway, in the Celtic calendar, the last night of October is 'Old Year's Night'. third sujbect Sometimes there is not much to say, so why say it? I scan books on shelves to give me inspiration but to what end? I'm too confused to leaven things with humour; too distracted to follow a single theme. Like the middle class wet liberal pseudo yuppie that I am I don't know the line between explanation and apology, and salve myself in the soothing tones of religious music praising a God that I have long since bracketed within 'speculations'. The fact is, the conundrum is easily explained if one considers that emotional need and rational justification are entirely different but, when writing, the means can project the former in the shallowest guise of the latter, until one gives up that ghost and simply declaims that, for these moments, rationality has to be suspended to allow the emotion to grow, unfettered by understanding. incompatible Two people meet, say. One has just been reading a biography of a wild decadent like Rimbaud, and the other has been reading a biography of an Olympic Athlete. No matter what they share in common, at that moment of meeting, they will be under the influence of incompatible forces. party Laura Lew's Lovely Lists addendum: if someone asks who you're dressed up as, say you're dressed up as them. If they complain that you're not dressed like they are, or you're not the same age sex etc., just reply that they're not generally dressed like static cling/a mormon etc. and that you're living the role and providing them with the opportunity for them to see the real them. At least you'll have started a conversation: make sure you approach someone you fancy, who isn't scared of weirdos... Gordon "Talking dirty, for a hobby it's fine So pour another glass of wine" I'm not thinking of England, but I keep thinking I done wrong again... +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+