something strange is happening...i finally got to unpacking a bit last night. about time, too...five months. i found some good stuff i'd forgotten i had. a jar of latex, some more paper cement, an elvis magnet....elvis is now on the refrigerator door, dancing scandalously under my cousin jenna's senior portrait. so yes, elvis in a box. and then..."a century of elvis" somewhere...at someone's house. or in my car. or the coffee shop, i can't remember. so i started thinking, trying to think of all of the elvises i've met. there was one...i met him in an elevator at a hotel. someone was getting married...someone i sort of knew. i was about eight years old and wearing my best. running up to the hotel room for one thing or another, i found myself in an elevator with elvis. he asked me where the wedding was, and i stared wide-eyed and told him what i knew. then i got off on the wrong floor and ran back to the reception. i'd just met elvis and i'd given him directions, and he would be along any minute. i whispered it to rachel and we giggled nervously, waiting for everyone to explode with excitement when elvis walked through the door. but it never happened. well, elvis did walk through the door. the wrong wedding. they sent him away...i could have cried. elvis hated me, i was sure of it. i woke up this morning to "the elvis hour" on some college radio station. i sat up quickly and hit my head. and then i fell back down for a minute and i think i'm getting a bump now. i couldn't find sophie yesterday. sophie is my puppy. well, i say she's mine, and it's only a small fib. i'd been running around looking for her for quite some time when the telephone rang and i'm sorry if i was stupid on the phone, i was sort of...frantic. i was walking around the house saying "sophia maria" and making those lame kissy sounds people often make at cats. i used to laugh at people who made kissy sounds at their pets, but i'd only had goldfish and two small lizards. the lizards belonged to my brother, and he'd found them somewhere and they only lasted about a month and we were very sad when they died and buried them in a shoebox in the yard. some time later, the boy next door asked if he might dig them up for a science project. we'd all sort of forgotten... we said okay, in the name of education, and he dug them up and put them in the sun to bleach their little bones and i didn't really want to look at them, but i did. tiny white skulls. my high-school painting teacher was obsessed with georgia o'keefe. i never much cared for her work, but she was a fabulously sassy old lady. and quite beautiful, really. like a nice piece of driftwood. oh, why....okay. you know what? i don't like georgia o'keefe at all. she painted big raunchy flowers and nasty cow skulls. and she might have painted some nice things too but i've forgotten them. georgia o'keefe is all flowers and skulls to me. and she very well may have ruined my life. i am quite serious. literally. possibly. ruined it. erm. richard. john. gillanders. yeah. "if you're not into that whole 'brevity' thing." love kirsten Care2 make the world greener! http://www.care2.com - Get your Free e-mail account that helps save Wildlife! +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+