Hi all. Long-time listener, first-time caller. My name is Scott and I am currently slaving away at -- get this -- and American soccer magazine (not only is that an oxymoron to most of you, but incredibly un-twee) andAARGH; OK, sorry for the lapse into neat biography. I must have been having first-day-at-school flashbacks or something. As for the increasingly tired tales of frats and sororities, I was hoping that someone could help me out with a curiosity regarding the Greek system that always puzzled me in college, but I had forgotten about until now: Why don't African-American frats and sororites have houses? Are they not allowed? Where I went to school -- University of Michigan -- they did not have houses and therefore had to hold Greek-sponsored functions in campus buildings rather than on their own residences (therefore under the administration's thumb and rules governing alcohol and drugs, curfews, etc.). Was this true elsewhere? When "High Fidelity" is released, if you look carefully in the club scene you can see the girl that broke my heart. The film adaptation of the Nick Hornby novel "High Fidelity" is being filmed here in Chicago (yes, not in London) and my friend (yes, we're still friends because I am a sap) is working today and tomorrow as Sara Gilbert's stand-in. I know, I know -- oooh, big Hollywood movie and all that crap, but John Cusack is the star and he is more than OK with me -- and I did enjoy the book (music/pop culture obsessive has difficulty being taken seriously by some because of an inability to fully embrace proper adult life; how ever could I realte?) I was invited as an extra but the workaday world calls: Boo to the business world. Anyhow a stand-in job will be terribly tedious anyway -- she'll have to do all the set-up crap for shots that big stars like Sara Gilbert wouldn't possibly touch. Who is Sara Gilbert? Roseanne's opinionated daughter on the TV show, or for the international audience possibly uninitiated in America's brief fascination with blue-collar TV ("Home Improvement," "Grace Under Fire," "Marriedwith Children") the girl whose supposed friendship Drew Barrymore uses in the mouth-gapingly, spittle-inducingly poor film "Poison Ivy" to get to her dad, Tom Skerrit, so she can sleep with him. On the hood/bonnet of his car. In the rain. Sorry. I would apologize in great detail for the length/crap content of this missive except that would only lengthen it further so I am going to go now bye. scott. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the reborn Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@majordomo.net". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@majordomo.net". WWW: http://www.majordomo.net/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "jelly-filled danishes" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+