A while back I was thinking to myself, "Wait a second! The Mets started playing Mike Piazza at first base, and now he's hurt all the time. Now the song is out of date, because he isn't a catcher at all!" Then I was going to post about it, but I realised that they'd taken away my old e-mail address and I had no way of writing something about it here, which was too bad because I thought I was really clever for thinking of it. Now it's three months later and someone has almost certainly pointed that discrepancy out. Curse my indolence! But anyway, hello again. I've been meaning to write for a while, but haven't gotten round to getting a new account or remembering I was going to point out the Piazza thing. I moved to North Carolina; now I'm in library school, along with about half the list, it seems like. We should all have a get-together sometime. I'm trying to get used to living in the south; I'm definitely noticing that I'm younger than everyone else in school and I'm the one with the weird accent, not everyone else. It's too bad that I have to be self-conscious about sounding like I'm from Wisconsin, but that's how it goes. There are also too many hills here, and I kind of miss Minneapolis, but that will change once it's November and not snowing out already. In the meantime I am living without a radio show for the first time since I was about fifteen, which has left a void in my life. Maybe I'll get one in the winter; this will give me time to buy records and figure out how to DJ again, because I'll certainly have forgotten after seven months away from it. Also we keep getting hit by tropical storms, which is totally new to me. I can't figure out why people get so excited about a little rain; that's all it ever is here anyway. I mean, we got that in Minnesota all the time. I like the idea of telling a story about the best injury that's happened to someone, so I'll tell you about mine. We were playing broomball, which is like hockey but with a little orange soccer ball and without ice skates, and I got into a collision with someone and fell face-first onto the ice. I guess I hit a jagged patch, because a few minutes later I realised I was bleeding and probably shouldn't be playing broomball anymore. At the time I didn't think it was too bad, so I just got a band-aid and went back out (although I didn't play any more that game.) Turned out I needed seven stitches. Go figure. I think that's about it. -kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+