...although i don't particularly like watching puddles gather rain. I am posting now in a fit of jealous moroseness (tho with a twinkle in my eye) because everyone is going to the b&s gigs this spring 'cept me. I was in a dream for several hours last Thursday, planning flights to New York and Philadelphia, bus-rides to Georgia, (tessering to Texas?) but then was woken up by the simple equation: no money + no time = no concerts. Maybe next time (this being what I said last time). Such is life. People will post set-lists, and then maybe I'll program my CD player with the appropriate songs and insert suitable cheering, dancing, and witty banter. Hey, at least this way I'll get to be the girl who goes up onstage. Lots of people were talking about depression for awhile and then Gina mentioned _Infinite Jest_, which I thought was appropriate. It contains (among other things) one of the most harrowing and eye-opening descriptions of depression I've ever read: "It is a level of psychic pain wholly incompatible with human life as we know it. It is a sense of radical and thoroughgoing evil not just as a feature but as the essence of conscious existence. It is a sense of poisoning that pervades the self at the self's most elementary levels. It is a nausea of the cells and soul." ...and David Foster Wallace goes on like that for a while. I know it's probably a grossly overdramatic and oversimplified description, but when I first read that, I found myself in awe of people who experience It and yet _somehow_ find within themselves the strength to go on and the belief that things do get better. I hope I don't offend anyone with my presumption here, but I just wanted to say Wow. Wow. I love things that give me perspective. Like the above. Like this list. Like that time freshman year when I walked down Prospect St. at sunset, kicking up fallen leaves on a beautiful New England autumn afternoon, and was struck with the simple but overwhelming sense that it's good to be alive! Like the next day, when I tried to communicate the feeling to my freshman counselor, and she gave me a "how sweet and naïve" look. I wish that I knew what I know now, when I was younger. :) Love, Aruni PS Mark's household tip--don't let girls use your shower--while appreciated, is somewhat impractical for me, and probably about half of sinister. Revised suggestion: comb your hair before taking a shower, which eliminates the icky hair clogs. Trust me. I have perhaps 3 feet of hair on my head, and it works. ;) PPS Ken said

it was a whooping 7,955 days. Five days until my eighth millennium!

and then asked us to calculate his birthday. But unless they redefined millenium when I was sleeping, you need to clarify: 7955 or 7995? _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+