yes, it's true, like a buckled and punctured tin of mushed peas (now there's a name screaming out for a twee band: another i've thought of recently, but i'm saving it for an appropriate post-subject* is "twee as fuck", which i think would be cool but commercially limiting), you are being spoilt by yet another e-mail from the southern horn of africa (actually, there is n such thing as the southern horn of africa, that is, outside the popular imagination and, daresay, at least a couple of cut- rate porn films, but it SOUNDS so picturesque - if you were reading out loud, that is). *which is not the same as post-modernism, only they're not COMPLETELY not the same: rule number one of successful philosophy scholarship (in answer to your qualms, andre): make sure you write in such a way that even if what you're thinking about COULD make sense, it DOESN'T. no lecturer will actually ever ADMIT that they don't know what you're saying, but will knowingly pretend to have been there long before you! (gosh-darn, what a mess of parentheses, i'm sorry, all, but i hope it improves mental agility) BUT WAIT! i'm sure i actually had stuff to say, and yes, i do, but you'll be disappointed, i know. for the last few days, i've had this really happy vibe (as in MUCH happier than i've been for a few months). euphoria, really, and... I HAD NO IDEA WHY!!! but don't worry (there, all breathe again), i've figured it out. it's all about a haircut see. (see kate, it's not all bad!). does that mean i'm boring? you tell me - or just shallow. but, whatever the case my be, shears seem to have done the trick. see, when last had my heart broken, i though fuck it, and shaved my head bare - which was silly for more than one reason, but mostly because it was the middle of winter, and since then had just let it grow. "i'm going for the beatles-cut", i'd faithfully assure myself whenever i'd momentarily make the mistake of glancing at a mirror. well, that's what i told myself, but really, i was just sulking without admitting it to myself. so monday, i thought (again) "fuck it" (i'm sorry honey, but i pull no punches, i tell it like it is, etc. - my inner life also seems to suffer from a tragically lacking vocabulary, and on its behalf i apologise), and set to with the scissor. slinkily alliterative snipping and shearing, sawing and secession of streaming strands of silky stuff succeeded speedily, and now i'm happy to report that my hair bears a striking resemblance to that of john squire, circa 1990. (in my opinion, this is a GOOD THING - i might als be wrong. anyway, so the moral of the story is: sometimes a little change can go a long way (ask any smoker at the end of a long month). (i tried to thnk of a suitably "my word"-y aphorism to bend here, but am clearly not fit to lick the brogues of the estimable messr.s muir and norden, who are truly grate! this was the best i could come up with: come on, kids, dye young! also, i have now finally caught up my backlog, and hence feel strong and confident about the coming year. we shall go from strength to strength, and never falter, nay, though the sun itself shall fall upon us. tomorrow should however be clear and sunny, with a light northeaster blowing in the afternoon. i WILL NOT keep you posted. (doesn't someone want to be a "will not!"? please - you'd be the hero of teenage sinistrines everywhere! i would, but i won't, recusing myself out of geographical considerations. besides, i have a lovely girl called rachel in one of my classes, and no wills, and hence feel obliged to throw my lot in with them, vicariously - i've got grate aim!) thanks to gina and vilkas (i'll get round to another reply sometime) for replying to the last post, and to rachel fruitloop for welcoming me back ( as well as all the other people who mentioned me - i'm a bit narcissistic that way!). love JohaN ps. i forgot to mention last time, but i seem to shar my birthday with stevie! yay! capricorns of the world unite, you have nothing lose except your inhibitions! pps. also, i can't for the life of me remember whose album title the subject comes from. if it's from someone really terrible - yes, i am embarassed. sorry! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+