1. IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! IT'S SNOWING! 2. Ok. Have I mentioned? IT'S SNOWING!! IT'S SNOWING!! IT'S SNOWING!! IT'S SNOWING!! IT'S SNOWING!! IT'S SNOWING!! IT'S SNOWING!! This is the best thing in the world. It's up to a few inches already and I can't sleep cos I'm so excited. I've already got a sledding day planned tomorrow with my friend Sybil. (Sadly the snow this evening the snow wasn't accumulated enough to sled plus I ought to be asleep already.) We were on the phone plotting where the best hills are. Libbie Hill Park has a great extra steep hill; but sadly at the bottom of the hill is Main Street. You have to pull some Wu-Tang-Hi-Karate-Kung-Fu stylee sledding shit to not glide into the street. Ah, but there are more parks: Chimborazo, Forest Hill, the sides of the Water Resevoir... Plus friends who live out in the country with hills and trees and shit. Snow's so gorgeous; it's nature's glitter. The air is all crisp; none of this 97% humidity with no rain business. And all the pollen, mold, and dust is frozen away. Everything is all glistening, glowing and smooth. It's as if sunlight fell to earth. The usually orange-grey chemical-tone city sky is a nice creamsicle colour. I can't explain the degree to which snow makes me happy. It's not hot. I spend at least 8 months of the year cursing the climate. Autumn and Spring are nice unless the weather is being a beotch and perpetrating a fraud as a different season. I mean 80 degrees farenheit in November on the Mid-Atlantic seaboard of the US? That's just wrong. Do you understand how tempted I am, now at 3am, to go make a snow angel in my front yard? A snow angel on cement? Oh yes. I just wanna go find a field of undisturbed snow (ahem...that's virgin snow) and lay down in the middle and watch the flakes fall. But that would get really cold after about a a minute and a half. And the local inbred-hooligan-spawn-of-satan-children would probably fuck with me. 3.5 Yes, even in the middle of the night. The kids've probably got sensors in their brains for anyone whose sister isn't also their mother. Really, this extra swanky reputable university did this study of inbreeding in Virginia. Turns out Oregon Hill, my neighbourhood, has the highest rate of inbreeding in the state. There are the locals ad then there other residents of the area are artists and hippees. Like me. See, I'm proud of my backwoods childhood. Y'know, no indoor plumbing except cold water until 1987, fireplace heating for the house, walking a mile uphill both ways to the school bus. But these kids are not even back woods. They give being a redneck a bad name. There are loads of rebel flags hung proudly and teenagers who listen to gangsta rap but hate anyone who isn't white. But I digress. 3. Snow Bunnies is the tentative name of my tentative exhibition. Crossing my fingers that the flaky gallery owners are not gonna flake out. 4. Katy Dutton, are you here? I have apologies and tapes to send your way and I've lost all your details. 5. Ok. Here's something. I want to know what you listen to. Or rather what you're listening to now. Cos if you're like me or if I'm like you, you listen to a broad range of stuff but go through phases of listening to narrower categories of music by the day or by the week. You've gotta be into music if you're here right? Hell, maybe you only listen to nice in the best way pop music. That's not such a bad thing to listen to. E-mail me your playlist. Meaning what you've listened to this week, not whats on your shelf and not your fave albums ever. Here's mine. My CD player died a slow painful death so most of these are on tape. The few that are on CD I've listened to on either my studio stereo or my computer. The computer makes a crap CD player cos the stereo speakers also died a slow painful death a while ago. Right, what's a sound card worth with a tinny mono speaker? Well, lots; but that's a whole 'nother story. And the only requirement for the studio stereo is that it can get fucked up. These are in alphabetical order: Alice Deejay: Who Needs Guitars Anyway? Beatles: Abbey Road Belle and Smellycat: The Red One Bis: Social Dancing The Commitments Soundtrack Part 1 Danielle Dax: Blast The Human Flower the delgados: the Sucrose Single DJ Shadow: Brainfreeze Garbage: Beautiful Garbage Janis Joplin: Greatest Hits Compilation Mazzy Star: The First Two Albums Morrissey: Bona Drag* The Orb: Orbus Terrarum Pizzicato 5: Happy End of Me The Remix Album The Primitives: Pure My Own Superb Mix Tape The Siamese Cat Song 7" from Lady and the Tramp Slam vs. Unkle: Narco Tourists Slurped: A CD compilation of loads of 7"s used in Brainfreeze A Soul & Funk DJ's }}Superb{{ Mix Tapes The Symphonic Rock Series: Classic Rock and The British Invasion A Tribe Called Quest: Midnight Marauders Various Random Live Shit from Different Folks Lurve, Vilkas who owes all her friends letters * This album never fails. It never fails to bring back memories of high school. Hanging out at whomever's house that the parents were gone. Turning the Interesting Drug 12" up to eleven and me and my mates making our own club in the living room, dancing around like idiots, in the middle of the boonies, at least 30 miles away from even the nearest movie theatre. Drinking whatever beer the older kids would score and smokin' whatever was passed around, bein' dumb, and bein' dumb some more. Also, !that! noise Morrissey make in Hairdresser On Fire never fails to crack me up. Sounds like a Siamese cat passing a kidney stone. Everyday is Like Sunday never fails to remind me of Arbroath#. #Q: Where does a pirate go for his vacation? A: Arrrrrr-broath 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. 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