Sinister: it's a grey day
Hello darlings, I have been lurker supreme for a while. i think i retreated into my cave sometime in late 98. but anyway, i do believe it's time for me to come out of hibernation. The version of The Scarlett Letter with Demi Moore is on my television. I think i may vomit. Or perhaps I should call Tony Soprano and have him whack her. The weather here today is very gloomy. Yesterday and the day before it was in the high 70's and humid, which leads me to believe an earthquake is on the way. well that and all of the howling dogs I heard the other night whilst driving through the hollywood hills. speaking of PE, once i got out of elementary school i managed to avoid it almost entirely. Though it was never ever my strong point. The filthy splotches on my permanent record can be attributed to my distaste for running the mile. my PE teacher was a very spunky woman who i think was probably a lesbian (isn't that how it always goes?). she had big fake nails, very short spiky hair and wore body glitter and body jewels. once she got her arm stuck in a vending machine and fractured it. she ended up in a cast for a month. alas, that did not put an end to the PE joy. In high school i ended up having to take remedial PE the last semester of my senior year. yes, i said remedial PE. that's where they put all the senior girls who loathed PE with every fiber of their being like I did. somehow i had gotten out of taking PE between grades 6-11 by taking dance classes at a magnate program. but once i decided i hated that, i ended up stuck in Lazy Girl PE. my teacher was yet another spunky butch woman. who got fired. teehee. are there any Los Angeles sinisterines who are going to see Air at the American Legion Hall next saturday? ~Courtney http://kscr.usc.edu http://www.soundbreak.com http://www.theshrubbery.com ______________________________________________________ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
Dear Sinister,
are there any Los Angeles sinisterines who are going to see Air at the American Legion Hall next saturday?
Just in the way a word seems to pop up everywhere after you find out its meaning, an article on Air appeared in the last issue of the New York Times Magazine. So I found out that they are French. That makes all the difference. Does anyone use the word 'lover' anymore? 'Lover' could make you weak in the knees, but 'amant' would cause a faint. But it must be cos I am not a native speaker. Surely the French do not feel that way about their native language. It's snowing! I haven't seen snow since I was 5 years old. It's so powdery and fine. It's covering everything and making everything clean. The dead rat in the crosswalk must be buried underneath it. (Unspoken uncleanly things send a shiver down my spine.) I had to bend down and touch it (the snow not the rat), then felt silly as a car was driving up. (Our house faces the intersection.) And being the first one to step in it! I picture Johan as a tall person with big hands and feet, so the image of him sitting in a tiny (to produce the right effect) chair hunched over knitting needles was amusing. And Newport Beach must have changed a great deal since I last knew young people there (being ancient now) for a knitting society to be popular. But then I read somewhere that knitting is popular among young socialites such as Hilary Swank, so it must just not be sinister. Hannah does truly look like a doll in her sinister picture. Whoever took it or stylized it was quite clever. The eyelashes remind me of dolls whose eyes open when you sit them up to reveal a glassy blue stare. It's a bit eerie. In one of the articles in the press archives on the Jeepster site, they mention a sound like cellophane being torn on "Expectations" that's supposed to be the sound of Stuart unzipping his cardigan. Listen for it. It's quite exciting. That ends my bias against zippered cardigans as not being true cardigans. Now then, I must engage in my usual round of doomed-to-fail Nick-baiting. On the basis of the following, might one question the sensitivity of Nick's hearing? Nick wrote: It was a perfect moment. One second Chris Moyles was roaring "And later we've got only got SIR PAUL MCCARTNEY!!!" for the fifteenth time and the next, there they were. They played like *angels*. The song was lifted by the introduction of a wonderfully graceful alternate guitar line. Perhaps some musically-minded person could explain to me what the difference was. Mick had had his trumpet confiscated and played some kind of guitar instead. But Mick wrote: We recorded two songs. We did two takes of one, 'The Loneliness of a Middle Distance Runner'. We asked if they could show the first. They showed the second. All I can remember about that second take was me playing the wrong chord at one point, and Stevie turning to me and shouting, 'Play the right chords mate!'. Although said purely in jest, I went to pieces, playing a succession of wrong chords after that. But the sentence "The song was lifted by the introduction of a wonderfully graceful alternate guitar line" makes everything else unimportant. Fumble and hide behind jokey sarcasm as much as you want, but it shows! Imagine using the word 'lifted' in that way. And it probably worked in as an improvisation. Yours, Youn +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
Smart girls and pretty boys, well hello there. I'm sorry about my last post, but I really have a thing for dramatic entrances. It's terrible really, we're supposed to be humble and twee and witty and clever, not resort to stunts. Stuart Murdoch et all, they're not really Flamboyant, are they? They write nice pop tunes and everything, but wouldn't it be great if they all wore matching outfits one time, like Steps. They could incorperate some shuffle-y style dance moves in too - it would be great! Isobel could colour co-ordinate her headscarf with her knee length skirt. I'm against the box set. Like Damon says - say no kids! I got send an empty box from the Pet Shop Boys last week - if I buy all three of the versions of their new single, I can fill the box. What a clever marketing ploy. Maybe I should fill the box up with something else and send it back. Snotty tissues, perhaps.. Here's the paragraph where I bring you some very late gossip from Tigermilking. May I give props to the boy Sam for dancing on the stage to Britney Spears with me, and encourage anyone to cast dissaproving eyes onto one Stevie Trousers, who managed about FIVE SECONDS before jumping back onto the floor. I forced Alistair to sit on my knee at one point, and was suprisingly light as a feather. Poor boy, thats what you get when you offer a modern girl a seat. Heres the paragraph where I say what I'm up to at the moment. A boy said something along the lines of "va va voom! mwah!" in my direction today, in a sarcastic manner. I turned round to look, slightly miffed at this public display of mockery, when he said "suck my cock". Ah, lovely. I'd like to thrill you with a new campaign against the townies of Hertford, but aside from a pair of Space Age barbarella style white boots, I'm really not putting up so much of a fight these days. I'm a bit bored of being me too, so I tend to spend entire days inside my head picturing the set of the stage I'm going to impress people on once I run away to New York and dance on the streets wearing gold shoes. Oh no, that's Fame, isn't it?
Hannah does truly look like a doll in her sinister picture. Whoever took it or stylized it was quite clever. The eyelashes remind me of dolls whose eyes open when you sit them up to reveal a glassy blue stare. It's a bit eerie.
my friend diana is trying to convince me that salma hayek is 'sexy' it's not working I don't think girls with busty tops and plated teeth are all that attractive. i
I took that picture, but it hasn't been messed about with one bit. This is because Hannah does actually look like a doll. And thats because she is actually a doll. Yes, it's true, I don't have a best friend, meerly a porcelin companion. I think she's got the same quality people used to credit Nick Drake with - it's as if her skin is see-through, it's so clear and white. There are more of my picture-efforts in The Magic Launderette - a continuing series, which can be found in the House of Scarlet which is linked at the bottom of the page. think
girls like kate moss are cute.
Kate Moss is the sort of girl that just shouldn't exist. It's not fair for one person to be quite that beautiful. Mind you, I object to boys who discriminate against girls of an ample bust. I mean it's just not fair, we've had to spend our early teens wearing Industrial Bras which bring the word 'scaffolding' to mind, suffer contant boob jokes from fifteen year old boys, blush in the 'minimiser' section of Marks and Spencers, who, by the way, are useless when it comes to that sort of thing - they believe that for a brassires to be both big and glamourous, they have to made entirely out of lace and satin in suggestive colours (anything other than white, basically) and have little bows on the straps. What next? bells? Perhaps we should be greatful that women arent still wearing those pointy crossover contraptions as was the style of the 50s/60s. They'd have someones eye out! anyway, nothing of any value has no ending so they say. Nice to be back, Erica x The house of Scarlet in a polka dot dress and The Magic Launderette http://www.chickpages.com/rants/golighty/index.html +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+
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Courtney Knopf -
Erica MacArthur -
Youn J. Noh