hello sinister. i want to thank everyone, first off, for the lovely well-wishing as far as the job hunt goes. you're all terribly kind and good. so, an update before i get to other matters: i've had two interviews with the city newspaper in the last week, and an additional scheduled time of appearance to take a copy editing test. and apparently i did well on the editing parts of said exam, but not so well on the current events portion of said exam. in my defense, the 'current events' were from two years ago, and what with all the information i must cram into my tiny (blonde) head, i apparently thought it safe to forget gary condit's name. go figure. i find out if i get the internship tomorrow or tuesday. and if i don't, it'll be a nifty life selling classifieds and typing obits. oh yes. and teaching a creative writing class to elementary school kids. we're going to write loverly things, i think. *** last night, nebraska saw its first snow of the season. and i did what i always do during the first snow. at least what i have done for the last few years, which seems like always (which maybe is how things go when you do them on your own and feel all grown up). anyway. i went outside in it and smoked. and i thought of very many things out there on my porch, looking at eleventh street and wishing it would quiet down so i could enjoy the snow-quiet i generally miss during the summer months. and eventually it did, and i went inside to put on a little nick drake. and then i went back outside and watched the flakes for a little while longer, thinking all the little bits under the streetlamps looked like the gnats my roommate and i watched in the summer. before she was pregnant. and before i was so lonely and pining for various boys who don't live here. or boys who are, in all practicality, irreversably fucked up. but i still like the snowflakes more than the gnats. and i knew then that i wanted to kiss someone in the snow. i never have before, you see. and it wasn't meant to be a kiss to lead to love -- no. i just wanted the cold and all the little damp specks on my face and neck and fingertips to have a better meaning. a more visceral one. but. i was alone. *** i heard about the newspaper's weekend outing. and apparently, in some drunken rage, the new opinion editor told her husband to hit her. and he did. i wonder if it was timed with the moment last night my friend nolan said, rather appalingly, domestic abuse would always be funny. and i said no, it wouldn't. when does everything start to reverse, really? xo.lou. ===== www.somewhereinbetween.net __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Free Pop-Up Blocker - Get it now http://companion.yahoo.com/ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+