i met a man with a cockatoo today. he looked like a man with a plan, kicking back on a saturday afternoon with a bottle of pumpkin ale, shiny green sunglasses and a pretty curly-haired woman on the one arm and on the other, a cockatoo, bobbing his white-feathered head. a kid in a diaper running through clouds of smoke and his blue- haired brother, seven years old, telling knock-knock jokes to a couple of old hippies in straw hats at the next table. a velvet- skirted girl pulled up on a pink scooter and sat down next to me, grabbed my notebook and wrote "Cancer bear, there's been a fat eskimo disaster. i forgot about fat tony!" she wrote "smoochie smoochie" a few times and drew some hearts, then ripped the page out of my notebook and handed it to a red-haired girl in pinstripes. after that, i was writing a letter to my one-and-only Mountain Mama Bronwyn and an old man with a cigar he could barely fit his lips around stopped dead in his tracks, stared me down and said "oh, darlin, are you writin a love letter?" i told him "no" and he asked again, so i said "yes" and gave him a little wink. this seemed to satisfy him, and he stumbled on and i went inside for some more water for my tea, and when i came back there was no one left on the patio but an old man telling himself "it's gonna be alright, my brother." and aside from the repetition of this sentence, the only sound was muffled classical music from vinifero and the bells on the trolley buses swelling as they passed and fading into the distance. that's the doppler effect, right? or maybe doppler was just a meteorologist, i can't remember. ginger is going to be a meteorologist, and she goes out in a van and chases tornadoes. she has shiny brown hair and almond-shaped eyes the color of an autumn sky, like today's. we used to be roommates at valparaiso. the entire football team was in love with her, but she didn't care, or even seem to notice. ginger is absolutely unreal. and she always had the morning weather report, and she often left cookies on my pillow. i sat outside for awhile longer today, and a boy walked past holding a copy of jonathan david. i wanted to say hello, but i was too scared. so i drank a bit and listened to jeff buckley. maybe he is on sinister. not jeff buckley, rest his soul, the boy. that would be nice. anyway, that's all. it was a boring day, my day off. work should be a nice time tomorrow. xoxo kirsten Care2 make the world greener! http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+