Hello All. I've nothing of any importance to say, but indulge me if you will. If you won't, kindly hit delete now and save yourselves. For those kind souls who read on. . . <> How I agree! I have been dipping in my Nick collection lately, myself, and 'From the Morning' remains my absolute favorite accoustic. That biography (and I assume we're talking Paul Humphries?) is quite good, making much out of very little information. What an enigma, that Mr. Drake. I'm listening right now, as a matter of fact, to his home-recorded version of "Don't Think Twice, It's Alright," which is spectacular, and much better, in my warped opinion, than Dylans. Anyway. . . on to less important things. No, really. I have no wit left tonight; this is it. I've been watching this little spider do some work on her web; every night she comes out and weaves more silk around her little sack of goods, which is suspended right in the middle. I can't bring myself to ruin her little home, even though I know if I don't, her sack of goods will yield hundreds of new little spiders. I don't think we have room for all of them, do you? No. I think not. I suppose I'll have to take her down. I hope I don't sound too Twee (although stereotypes make me quite ill), but I keep thinking about Charlotte's Web. Remember, with Wilbur and all the other fun farm animals? Yeah, well, I also consider the Buddhist philosophy that every creature has a place, an innate right to life, as do we. I've always had a bent in that direction. I don't (can't) kill anything, and I cringe when I find butterflies baked into the grill of my jeep. It's just not a pleasant world for the small creatures, is it? Not with all of our little machines racing around in their airspace (or groundspace, considering coyotes, javelinas, skunks, elk and the like), or in a spiders case, mine for instance, the end of a broomstick. Hell, I cringe at Jurassic Park II, when the hunters are trying to rope in that one little 'saur. I have no stomach for animals (yes, even computer generated ones) getting trapped, hunted or annihilated, TV included. Oddly enough, and no offense of course, I have no problem with people killing each other. That's their own problem (er. . . I mean our problem). Well enough of that. See how smoking outside the house is more entertaining than using the Smoking Lounge inside? Even as we watch, the horizon expands. Nod and smile. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. with much sinister affection, Shannon ps. . . Hannah, I too am synesthetic, though with color, rather than smell. I'll mail you about it, rather than bore EVERYONE. Even more. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+