Sinister: that much is true

[Emily Wilska]

Verily I say unto thee, hello.

You thought I might stay silent forever, but you were wrong.  I'm not
about to do any such thing, especially in light of all the recent
hullaballoo in these parts.

First, I'd like to second (or, by this point, fourth or fifth) the
sentiments put forth by Dimitra.  For while I've not done the Sinister
Tour o' Europe (or North America, for that matter), I have very well
enjoyed my time here, and have gained at least one dear friend, and have
learned heaps about many topics which, if nothing else, make me a much
more interesting cocktail party guest.*

(*This statement has not been verified by the FDA.)

So, thanks.  Thanks to all of you, even the Pinefox, whose posts leave
me scratching my head and wondering whether I'll ever have the smarts to
actually understand them.  And even though he's mired in Argentina and
won't read this unless I forward it to him, thanks to JDS for being a
swell sini-pal.

I'll stop all of this sappiness right after I note that Dimitra's post
left me all sighing and wistful, which would be saying something if
watching Shrek on a plane the other day hadn't had the same effect.  I
swear it was just Cale's (or would that be Cohen's?) 'Hallelujah,' which
gets me every time, although it's possible that a computer-generated
cartoon did indeed make me a little watery eyed.  Let us never speak of
this again.

I hear Iceland's quite a nice place, although it hasn't many trees and
can be a bit chilly at times.  But really, people, it produced the
delicious (and nutritious) Jonsy and his bunch, so there must be
something to it.  Also, my uncle recently went there on holiday and
quite enjoyed himself.  He's pro-Kyoto treaty, by the way.

Swedish fish=fantastic.  Ikea sells bags of them for mere cents.  Make a
note of it.

I am unabashedly pleased to announce that I'll be attending the second
SF show, will be sitting (or, I guess, standing) on the floor, and would
be more than grateful to any cute, tall, skinny alternaboys who might
like to boost my five-foot-two self up for a better view.  That is to
say, my view would be better; no promises to those around me.  I would
not be at all averse to some sort of meet-up beforehand, although the
Warfield has the dubious distinction of being near pretty much nothing
but the Crazy Horse, which is decidedly un-twee.  Dunno--maybe forties
in brown bags on the sidewalk would make us all feel more at home in the
neighborhood.  Discuss amongst yourselves.

While I've never had the guts to attempt any Pynchon beyond Lot 49, I
have been stubbornly making my way through Proust, and while I will
admit that he can be a bit verbose now and again (fuck's sake, Marcel,
SPIT IT OUT ALREADY), he is spot-on about many, many matters related to
love and infatuation.  I would detail them for you now, but really, it's
time for coffee.

But not before I note that Vancouver is hands-down my new favorite (or
favourite) city for so many reasons, not least among them the fact that
one can purchase decent Kit-Kats there.  (Yeah, yeah--culture and
restaurants and scenery, too.)  However, British Columbians, please
explain to me why the sole radio station one can tune to in the vicinity
of Whistler insists on playing something Phil Collins-related every
third song.  This could be the downfall of what is otherwise a top-notch
province, and that worries me.

Anyway, I'm back to YVR for a short spell next weekend, so suggestions
of things not to be missed would be lovely.  In return, I can tell you
anything you want to know about San Francisco.  Deal?

Ooh, and just one more thing.  You'll thank me for this, you will,
especially if you're as annoyed as I am by Bil Keane's insipid Family
Circus cartoon.  Check out the reviews of his books readers have posted
to Amazon, and never look at Little Billy and Not Me the same way again:

What Does This Say?:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0449148149/qid=998005074/sr=2-2/r
ef=aps_sr_b_1_2/104-1363541-5188722

I Had a Frightmare:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0449146154/qid=998005139/sr=1-2/r
ef=sc_b_2/104-1363541-5188722

Like I said, it's time for coffee.

Yes,
Emily

p.s.--Greater-than-average (if that's humanly possible) love to Honey
for dealing with my two-faced addresses.  You really are the loveliest
ever.
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