Alright, it's like this, see: Lisa (I think it was one of them anyway) said something ages ago and I'm only just now getting around to having something to say about it. It was something about boys and hangovers and how the former should come with their own distinct brand of giddiness and intensity and all that, the inevitable pasing of which leaves one gasping and throbbing--perhaps even a little swollen--in the throes of the latter. Either one of the Lisas said it or someone else said it or I made it up entirely, but that's what I'm talking about (I'd look it up, but you'd be amazed by the sheer volume of results one gets when searching the archives for "boys" and/or "hangover". It's a wonder anything else gets discussed around here). Now then: It's an interesting notion in a series of steps: 1. a furious passion that sits in your belly and wakes you at intervals and won't let you not feel a little like you're going to explode. 2. a briefly soaring satisfaction (no, satisfaction is too commonplace... maybe rapture) 3. an extended black-eyed aching This peaks-and-valleys business is not lost on me; it is my opinion that contrast and loss are responsible for (respectively) vividness and posession in a kind of Wallace Stevensy sort of way. But I'm losing my tolerance for hurting, and I've never packed much punch, myself, as far as inducing the wingless flight that I'm (quite uneffectively) talking about. Being a boy, I mean. And not being particularly propulsive as far as lofty metaphorical heights go. Which is why I started talking about this in the first place. I guess I really haven't got a point about that. Things have changed since last time I wrote. I live in New York now. I'm an actual librarian instead of an aspiring one. I am glad to be out of Texas. I am not so glad to have left Oregon again, though that is not to say I am unhappy in New York. I was listening to _Memories of Love_ last night, and I had forgotten that "The You You Never Knew" even existed and it surprised me in a very pleasant sort of way. As for belle and sebastian, it has been only about 18 months since I first heard them (about 17 and a half months since I owned everything they'd ever put out), but I don't think I've ever managed to not be surprised by them on a single listening since, as I found out again (I discover it every time) just the other day. Sweet dreams, Will Porter +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+