Hi everyone, If I were to ever find myself in a hardcore band, perhaps even waking up onstage in medias res, I would perform a slow burning ballad to the woman named above, in the subject line: the New York Times literary critic who is not only an excellent writer, but whose septi-syllabic name is a veritable palatal workout. I find her occasionally inscrutable and hostile manner to be one of the most attractive things, and heck, why not? Who wouldn't love a girlfriend like that? I think she's also like 50 though, so, uh, it might not work out. Although, given recent lyrical trends in Liz Phair albums (and I can only assume that Michiko is a raving LP fan, probably has like "Exile in Guyville" glued into her Technics), maybe she's "beginning to think young guys rule". Hot, baby, hot. Other Kevin (to whom I am known as 'bastard idiot Kevin') said he would kill babies if he had his druthers. Oh, wait, no, I'm confusing him with someone from the Godspeed You! Black Emperor mailing list. Other Kevin actually mentioned the afternoon email coma syndrome, which is a great great thing. Customarily, I'll come back from my one-hour lunch break and sit down and, as my brother likes to say in reference to bands like Phish, "just fucking jam". I wrote an email to the manufacturer of Listerine the other day, in hopes that they might let me know what the name of the actress who appears in the swishing-around-in-her-mouth commercial is (my roommate and I had decided to write to her c/o someone and let her know that she was, in fact, the apotheosis of the phrase 'cute as a button'). The email I got back, which was surprisingly ungrammatical, informed me that Listerine could not divulge the personal information of this actress, and besides they didn't know anyway, and then went on to sort of clumsily imply that I was an asshole for even wondering in the first place. Hmmm. When does one become a lurker? I mean, it really rather seems like one of those adjectives that are logically ambiguous, much along the same lines as 'bald'. Is one post per year a lurker? Although I suppose you could just say something like 'posting not once in a calendar year' merits a membership in lurkerdom, I'd imagine that's the only brute discontinuity that exists. Anyway, hey, what if there are people on this list who have taken a vow of silence? I was wondering about this, with brow intensely furrowed, because of the monks shown in the amazingly wonderful and blasphemous AOL commercial, who IM each other back and forth like pre-prom dateless teens. Does this actually happen? In case you can't tell from the above two paragraphs, I'm as vulnerable as an eight year-old on sodium pentothal when it comes to the suggestive nature of television commercials. Real point being though: lurkers, hello. You are people too, I know, I know. Have been playing loads of badminton lately. Will extend offer of marriage to any girl who can and does smoke while playing badminton, this way I can feel justified in saying publicly something like 'take that out of your mouth and hit that 'cock back to me', which I have been known to quote in places like, oh say, my high school yearbook. 's true. Anythough, seriously, I do love me some badminton, and will suffer gross indignities to play it. This being by far the most inconsistent of my already-pretty-much-fiercely-uneven posts, I'll non-sequitur end it on the same note I finished my senior paper in philosophy: "and thus, after so much struggling and wasted debate, the problems of ethical language are, finally, reolved." Xxx hubris and comma action, whew. Oh, and thanks to Kim Girton for preparing the (middle) East Coast to picnic the holy hell out of itself. We will report back so hard, it'll be Rashomon, email version. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS Hannah Brown mentioned 'Soft Pink Truth' and I almost wet myself, this album is so ruthlessly good, really. Laura Llew spoke of Prospect Park in conjunction with tickets and cat masks and poetess recluses. Re: which I saw something on a website once that went like this- GIRL: Hey, I'm feeling, um, a little Emily GUY: What's that? GIRL: Dick in, son. It's shake and bake, and I helped, xoxo, Kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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