Dear Sinister, My, it's been a long time since I've read anything you've all had to say. Someone theorized that everyone's so quiet these days because they're too busy with their fancy blogs. I don't think that's the case, because blogs haven't been novel since 2001. Everyone's just got older, moved to the suburbs, and become dull. Since I'm breaking Cardinal Rule One of the list (which of course is do not talk about the list on the list), I will stop this talk. I have not become boring; I always was. I also have moved out of the suburbs and back to NYC, baby, so I don't know how true any of the above actually is. Obviously I have no idea what's going on. Who am I? Why are there ground-up pills in my mashed potatoes? About NYC: another Sinister lad, GayJay, and I have set up house together. He's going to grad school, I'm a bum (which isn't strictly true, as I am looking for work). Doing the grocery shopping together and all that nonsense. We may be getting a dog. In closing, I would like to share something with you all. Someone once said that he wrote all his best songs in 1995... and during the packing process, I found a small stack of songs I had written in 1996. I would like to share one or two of them with you now, to prove that while 1995 may have been a great year for songwriting, 1996 was not. "A Dollar Forty-nine" A spoon or a fork? It's my trusty spork It's with me all of the time You can get 'um at Chuck's Chicken Hut for a dime One day walking home from school I ran into a bully He threatened to beat me down With a pully So I pulled out my spork and Poked him in the eye Then, I screamed and ran home 'cause I didn't want to die A spoon or a fork? It's my trusty spork It's with me all of the time You can get 'um at Chuck's Chicken Hut for a dime A fork or a spoon? It's my friendly foon It's useful all of the time Gonna eat cereal? or some ham? that's fine ('cause it can do both) Made out of plastic With 1-2-3 prongs It's an all-purpose piece of equipment That can do me no wrong It can take down a robber Or a tough piece of meat 'Cause with that foon, man You can do anything real sweet A fork or a spoon? It's my friendly foon It's useful all of the time Gonna eat cereal? or some ham? that's fine ('cause it can do both) Do you call it a spork or a foon? Come on, you'd better decide soon The above, of course, is understood to be copywrited and held as my intellectual property. So don't go stealin' it. I can't bear to type out another one right now, but if there is great public outcry, I may be compelled to share more. Love, Eric PS My worst injury occured in 1993 (or thereabouts) when I sprained my ankle walking my grandfather outside. My parents' house used to have these flat hunks of slate as a walkway, my foot slipped, and pain ensued. I was never a very athletic type. PPS Cheer up song? Why, it has to be "Sugar, Sugar" by the Archies. Best fake band ever. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+