amusing and arty anectdote: just this past weekend whilest doing my duty as an arts writer for this local citypaper, I motored down to wakefield to take in an gallery show of balinese art. Among the featured pieces was a traditional xylophone and a bigass metal gong. There were a few posh couples browsing for that special expensive something to hang over the sofa/divan/barkalounger. They were the type who checked the dimensions and price before really seeming to look at the piece to decide if they liked it aesthetically. I equate these folks with those annoying shits who go to museums and only see the wonderful works through the lens of their video camera. So, on my way out, after indulging in a farewell flirt with the lovely gallery girls, I strode purposefully up to the gong, grabbed the handmade mallet and did my holy duty and wacked the bejesus out of that gong with a most untwee intensity. From it arose a wonderfully loud, rich and resonant tone that shook the walls and made those upper-crust-kooks jump clean off the floor and almost out of their skin. I shared one last lingering smile with the gallery girls and went on my way. Being the polite sort that I am, I waited until I was outside to let loose with some well-earned laughter. In other developments, I actually listened to some b&s last night while driving through the snowstorm. pretty crackling good stuff. Just a thought: the lovely weaver lass whose aquaintance I have just recently been blessed with making, told me on the phone last night that for her architecture class she had to write a piece on eavesdropping. With all the talk of bus riding and lurking in clubs that goes on in this forum, it seems like sharing the fruits of this most enjoyable form of experiencing diversity and garnering a chuckle from the rabble all around would cause sinister smiles to grow, n'est pas. At any rate, here goes a short and pithy overheard snippet: three college girls gurgling around a coffee shop table supping on scones and chai. One says to the others, a little to loud, "It was too much, I can't even say out loud what he was doing to me." Judging from her intonation and the animation with which she spoke, this unspeakable act was surely among the most pleasurable she had experienced... keeping the sin in sinister... mike windisch ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+