Quite a while ago, in the early summer ...there was a Sinister debate about indie kids. And someone said that Nick Hornby wrote that it wasn't what you were like, the thing that mattered was what (books, films, records) you liked. And that may have been true in the "High Fidelity" film. But in the book, when his Laura girl gets back together with him...she takes him to meet some of her friends. And he likes them. And she shows him their records: Tina Turner, Simply Red, horrors etc. And he still decides he won't look down on them. Because it *really* is *not* what you like that's important after all. I had to clear Hornby's name of that. Though I still think Penny was treated abominably. My favorite from the book: "The whole episode defies any rational explanation. But all these things happened, and they happened again, most of them, the following evening, and then evening after that." About the first girl who kisses him, specifically. But the sentiment can be applied quite broadly and aptly. To me, if no one else. "We can still see you, you know." I'm studying English & Philosophy during the day, working at the student radio station at night, and working in a department store on weekends. I was dancing because I was happy. There was just the store music, and no customers around. And I was getting cold. And I already spent the morning draped in melancholy. So my manager called me on the register phone and told me to quit that dancing. She called a couple of times, every time she caught me on camera. But my joy was "not to be daunted!" It would be pretty cool to be written up for dancing on the job. Anyway, the customers who did see me seemed to enjoy my kinetic interpretations. "Dance Fucker Dance" indeed. Right. On. I'm having my own little electronic renaissance, and all are welcome to join. Dancing in public is the next best thing to being naked. In public. Also a long time ago. Robin wrote about egg cups. And a birthday balloon bursting on the ceiling. Those beautiful images are still in my head. Thank you. Douglas Coupland came to speak at a bookstore, where I was curled up on the floor with my chin on my knees to hear this soft, thoughtful hero of mine speak. One thing he said was that only 20% of people actually get irony. Terrifyingly, then, the other 80% must be taking everything literally. Boo! It ends my first post. --paisley _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+