well, i'd like to say helloooooooo to everyone out there who is home right now on this friday evening. of course, it's only 7:45 er so right now, but all those UKers are dancing like the brackish fire gods that they are. happy wooooooooooing! i checked out douglas coupland's 'generation x' today from the z. reynolds smith library, here on campus. jygsaw dave told me to go read 'girlfriend in a coma', but alas, the Z didn't have said book. it's quite good. i actually like the color pink. it's got that lazy quality to it. colors can have feelings too, you know. the hideous Floyd passed us by here in lonely North Carolina. my insatiable (one) laura llew can attest to such things. we only got a bit of wind and rain, but nothing to ruffle any skirts, sadly. and stephen merritt wrote a song with north carolina in it! oh but it's on the new box set, vol. 1. i'm not sure if i dig the new sound, though. i like synths. they sound like bubblegum. unwrapped, of course. laura, we must get together. how about the gybe show in winston, and then in chapel hill? i think young puzzle-happy dave is interested as well. we can be the young team, hip, modern, and southern. buyah. all of these b&s side projects, whoa! can we please have the new album? anything, please! i need some new stuart david basslines to learn (laugh at) and hammond organ power chords to dance like a rabbit to. that's right, i just ended a sentence with a preposition. i'm a scoundrel, a dirty empirical SLUT. i felt like lesley jo with that last bit. sinister schizophrenia, whoa!! a while ago i added jessicaxo to my aol instant messenger list, and then when she came on, i tried to type a few pithy phrases, and she never answered back. jessica, honestly, i'll wipe that little xo right off your screen name. i'm kidding. blakie was hurt. he cried himself to nap, had sleep for dinner, and wrapped himself in green knitted curtains that still had a bit of dust on them from the winter of '73. i bought two 'random' albums the other day...yo la tengo's 'i can hear the heart beating as one' and guided by voices 'under the brush under the stars'. at least that's what i think it's called. i'm not really getting into either, actually. it's not making me all hot and swarthy. not like beer. not like b&s. ok, it's obvious i've become neurotic and insipid, simultaneously. like i said, it's friday, i'm in my room, and this desk lamp is LAUGHING at me....wheeeeeeee i'm flying down the slide, it's 1981, and my diaper needs changing.... love blake xx the nerdy shy eyed pacifist ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ "I am not Jesus, though I have the same initials." - Jarvis Cocker +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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" +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+