today was full of yelling and harsh words and a constant pounding coming from the second-story bathroom, where two small women were attempting to retile a shower. i took off early for work and went to the village popcorn wagon and probably looked rather silly sitting in the windy garden in my parka, huddled next to the bonfire and quietly enjoying a cherry icee. but it was lovely...no hammering sounds, just the crackling fire and the occasional train whistle. there were some high school boys talking silliness. they sounded like my old friends....well. señor frahm, my high school spanish teacher, used to make his students choose new names for themselves to use during class. i shouldn't say "used to..." i'm sure he still does it. i was 'olga' every semester, because it reminded me of big underwear. my brother went by a random set of numbers and letters, or sometimes 'joey gladstone.' elizabeth made a certain teacher refer to her by means of a specific series of clicking sounds made in the back of the throat. anyway...some of us used to secretly call señor frahm "El Huevo," and mr. gilbert was "The Pear." this was not very nice, but i must say it was always a treat when El Huevo and The Pear happened to be standing next to each other. it was almost a picnic, if only there's been a teacher shaped like a bottle of wine. or a can of red bull. something...it was silly. i got up and went back to the diner for more coffee and heard "america" on the radio. is that the name of the song? i don't know. for some reason, it reminded me of the itchy polyester uniforms we had to wear for the new berlin youth softball league. i played right field, because all of the kids who are god-awful at softball always...well, very few eight-year-old girls hit to right field. i would usually entertain myself by picking dandelions, occasionally glancing up with a dopey look on my face to make sure that the other team was still at bat. i think that song is supposed to make you think about things like itchy softball uniforms. wait, am i engaged to ken chu? kirsten, wondering what sort of food she resembles Care2 make the world greener! http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+