i sat on my parents' bed, admiring my new shoes and waiting for the phone to ring. it didn't for awhile. but then it did, and my shoes are blue suede but the boy on the phone looks nothing like elvis. to me. and that's good. i wish i were good at thinking of interesting things to say on the telephone, but i also sometimes wish that i had a pet monkey and a pearl-pink vespa, and that's not going to happen either. my mom kept saying she was going off to bed, but then she'd just turn the page of the newspaper. finally i drove her off by turning on some strange silent film marathon and making it into something quite loud. it is still on right now....it was snow white for awhile. then it was sepia-toned children in a dungeon. with pretty piano music. i came back later to find geisha girls giggling and bearded men strangling a bear. with different music. old people playing drums around a fire. to beethoven's sonate pathétique. and then it was boys working in a garden. a very old woman blowing out the candles on a birthday cake. a man playing a sad song on a fiddle. lumberjacks. bathing beauties. now it's ripples on a pond and a bare-shouldered girl and swaying palm trees and some sassy latin-sounding music with a piano and flute and drums. and there's a volcano. this is just fascinating. really. oooh a monkey! who needs words when you have tambourines and monkeys.... upon my arrival at the diner this evening, i was happy to find some of my very favorite strangers scattered about. one of them is a man with the most fantastic voice i have ever heard. he sounds like barry white after a carton of cigarettes and two minutes spent gargling with whiskey. listening to that man order a hamburger feels almost holy. my other favorites are a young couple who sit and smoke newport 100's and talk about getting married. they've been talking about it for well over a year, and i wish they'd stop talking and just do it already. someone suggested i tell them so. maybe that's just what they need....for a strange girl in a sparkly tam to put down her coffee mug and say "HEY. we're all sick of hearing about this. just get married and be done with it." and then two little light bulbs would appear over their heads and they would run off to las vegas. my brother's friend justin moved to las vegas unable to hold three beers in his stomach. he lived there for awhile. then he moved back. last night he drank a bottle of maker's mark whiskey that must have been sitting around since 1989. i was spilling my drink everywhere and they were talking of molotov cocktails so i went to bed, and they went into the garage for the gasoline and went out whipping the grenades at the high school, and at rocks and goalposts and whatever else they happened upon on their drunken stroll through the neighborhood. i can't think what else to say today. my mom asked me to play some christmas music on the piano. i turned the coventry carol into something positively sinister. love kirsten 'all things are changing, and we are changing with them' 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+