Sinister: the ripe mango of violence! i never mention belle and sebastian...ever.
i havn't written since october... not that you lot really deserve my trenchant insight since radiohead was being discussed almost recently. how good is blake? he is great. he should join a nerd-trauma-intelligence band and send tim kinsella back to film school/semiotics class and then take over the wounded nerd subgenre. it would be so for real. i like to brush my teeth. it makes them feel all clean and good and yr breath doesn't smell like food but like menthol cigarettes and that is just so rad yes? and after all good manners and bad breath get you nowhere...right.... so i had this dream, where i found many articles in online journals which were exactly what i needed to write up this essay i'm writing for anthro class, then i had something to eat and went home from the library. at home i did some other things and then brushed my teeth. but then when i went to spit i still had this really dry icky stale toothpaste taste in my mouth. so i sucked up a whole batch of saliva and spat that out...and then at the moment of expectoration i woke up! few things are more terrifying than opening your eyes with your own spit suspended in air directly above your face just as it is about to start its downward descent. oh fearful spit parabola! why do i sleep on my back and dream liquid things! being like mcgyver I immediately thought of catching the airborne expectorate back in my mouth, but i only half got it, and this big blobby chunk of gross spit landed on my chin. it was a disgusting way of waking up. i work in a record store now. but i work in the classical section of a very large coproration recordstore. so its not quite the dream come true record store job. downstairs in the 'rock/alternative' section someone has drawn moustaches on all the plastic covers of swansong for you. isobel with a dali moustache? isobel with a hitler stache? mmmm...so appealing... and i didn't do it either. so when did papas fritas become adult contemporary? i'm sure someone will pull the bullshit 'band should try new things and not stay the same blah blah blah penis blah blah' move but i still don't think that means that a band is allowed to try being crappy for a while. thats not a good new thing to try. why are fall cds mastered from scratchy dirty vinyl? who's idea was that? did MES sell the master tapes for drinks? my aunt in vancouver died and i am completley unable to attend the funeral. which makes me mad. the problem with work and university bereavement policies is that they don't allow for people to have funerals at times which are merely inconvenient to you academically, instead of ones that directly interfere. if the funeral was on an exam day that would be one thing, but since its just before the beginning of exams i;d have to take time out of studying to go and would get no loving break from the university for grieving let alone the time it will take to get to allmighty fucking vancouver and back! its like i should pick up some drugs while i'm there and sell/do them to make some return on the whole sorry escapade since school would be fucked. fuck that shit. grrr fuck. aaarrrh when i wrote shit above it came out as this, a word which has all the same letters but is infact completey different. am i turning dyslexic? is it possible to so become? i got told off for playing scary 20th century music in the store and scarring the grannies today. its funny that being in the 20th century section isn't really contingent on when the composer was born, just whether or not its 'pretty' music or not. john rutter who is still alive is with the rest of the classical world, in behind resplighi and such but poor dead ugly morton feldman is off in the grotto of 'new music' where the middle aged can safely avoid ever having to even gaze on his very quiet records ever. grrr. if they're going to make the distinction between scary and not scary music then they should get rid of the bogus classification by centuries thing and get on with it. maybe they could just have a 'music we all dislike except for steven and those composition students' section. that would be ok, at least then the bias would be out in the open, instead of concealed in hateful lying language and bogus historical categorisation. my wittgenstein professor has some really interesting dreams...his most recent one went like this. there were aliens (this is just a fact, they weren't actually visible to him) and they were surrounding him, so he had to reach for this object. he then fell out of bed and hit his face on the corner of his dresser. he has this big cut on his face. another night his wife also told him that he had been very loudly talking in his sleep about saving an old art deco restaurant from demolition with former toronto mayor john sewell. really its his wife i pity in all this the most. by the way, if anyone wants to help me understand later wittgenstein's thought (PI, brown and blue books and On Certainty) with an eye towards what would make a good/useful essay...and if you can work Mikail Bahktin into it too, that would be so rad. just give me a thesis or at least some kind of encouragement and i'll do all the rest. this is a really urgent appeal, if you know anything at all about ol ludwig other than the saucy gay bits that happened at night in parks in vienna (which just aren't useful to me right now) please really really help me out with this oK? lisa morrison and chris lampien would be a nice couple no? they could be smutty at eachother and evey so often they could get someone in to clean their fluids off the walls. she also mentioned bikini kill like she was the only person who has any punk action spirit at all. i say: fuck no! i've been rocking the sartorially natty secret language speaking/bomb throwing/schedule wrecking and public necking NOU life-style since highschool and there's no sign of me stopping ever. Even if the mighty nation has disbanded into more mobile (upward) and less effective units i still hold the true fire aloft! i refuse, no matter how good the make up get, to ever think of them as even slightly better. grrr. (i think bikini kill is a good way of getting to mention the NOU, esp since no one ever ever ever mentions the other greatest entertainer of the nineties ODB on the list anymore, why?)...so yes. i just felt the need, during this my panicked essays and exam time to assert my hardcoreness. arrrr. sorry about this all, s t e v e n +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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. 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How could I find a word if I already know its meaning? Or posing the question in a different way, what is the name for a book which is the complementary opposite to a dictionary? Does it exist at all? This stuff came to my mind when trying to explain that I sometimes feel I would like to live in certaing cities because the word designating its inhabitants sounded particularly well.And I have the vague impression that word in general is 'toponymic' ( rubbish speeling et al),but I am afraid it could be something totally different and i would make a fool of myself in this articulate list. Going into the heart of the matter, Toronto is one of this places.Torontonian sounds yeah, g-rrrr-e-a-t.So many t's,like a tarty tarantula dancing a tarantela.Steven Kado's posts also contribute to this impression that being a Torontonian is perpetual surreal partying.The same night he was requiring some expert's advice on his essays or at least some web page from where to copy these latter, I found this quote : 'She looked like a brilliantly catty novelist and reviewer with a PhD on Wittgenstein, and yet not quite,because no such person would have had a sking like that,a bosom like that,a dress like that.And not just not quite: not at all, beucause nobody with the whole lot like that would have dreamed of bothering with novels or Wittgenstein'. Despite the gender issue,would he mind to be described 'like that'?None of us will,I think.Though his picture on-board shows him closer to Bill Murray in the scene of 'Charlie's Angels' where he is busy raking into his gum seeking desperately that gagdet...umm.Steve,you could do much better,sure. Cryptic definitions of gamine : a)Small girl submitted to famine b)Hybrid inheriting the top of a gazelle and the tail of a feline. c)Brutal discos in 1996-anything femenine with crop and Adidas Gazelle. Crosswords have become a pilar of my existence in 2000. I told a friend I was in fear of agreeing too much with Julie Burchill lately and I have not heard from her since! The article that sprang this terror was the one brought into open discussion by Juicy, who looks lovely with her grown hair,I think.She (my Julie) is a bit alltogether confused with which range of age is 'teen-age',true,but I could not help nodding along to the core of her rants.It would give me personally the shivers to be seen as the pathetic thirty-something,still young-looking mum in few years time who believes she is cool because she recognizes which one is Daphne and which one is Celeste to the embarrasment of her six year old daughter. No doubt that the shiny,fluffy flame of POP! is fed by burning old grey brillo pads and whatever acrylic substance inside puffa jackets discarded at the age of fourteen to start aspiring to 'alternative' = unavailable in NewLook. Perhaps the most rad-ikal wing of the POP cult would support the idea of bathing Isobel Campbell in tar and sacrifice her in the eternal pyre of discomusic-for-fun,in a dislocating version of the spirit of Nation of Ulysses.Too many hours of Sanrio-shopping creates monsters. I typed 'Adrian Evans;baby' at the Sinister Search engine and all I got it was messages from the salad days where his actual spree was not even in the agenda...All I wanted to know it was what name he chose after Dylan was snatched from his careful fathering hands from celebrity couple not to be metioned. Every English person I encounter suffer a shock when I declare my Victoriana tendencies in such area.Edna? Lovely choice,though if I was Sinister-born again Cordelia or Marjorie would do. And to end, Agent Pennington, you were so right about the no-endings.Why nobody has dared so far to film a movie about the happy-no-endings of succesful relationships? There are many more boring arguments. A. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead 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 +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
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