Sinister: Letter from the Core of the Sun
shannon eckardt
intellectualvoid at xxx.com
Sun Aug 18 03:38:52 BST 2002
Dear Sinisterines! Its been so long! I feel like the lost sheep returning
to its fold!
RED KNICKER DAY EXTRAVAGANZA
Just to let you know: I, for one, will be participating in Red Knicker Day.
Although, I will be the only one to do so in Arizona, where pants are
practically outlawed between the months of May and September. I am suitably
insane enough, however, to a) tread the thin line between heatstroke and
hypothermia, and b) be the only participant in my region. Phoenix is the
sort of place where individuality is glaringly obvious, and gawked at.
Which satisfies my insatiable need to shock, and makes the idea of being the
sole Red Knicker bearer in the Valley quite appealing. Of course, if it
were up to me, Id make it a national holiday. Not enough holidays in this
country, really. I mean, we dont even have a Bank Holiday, or anything
like Boxing Day. I find myself buying international calendars and privately
celebrating Ascension Day. Its a lonely job.
OBSESSIONS
So. Have you ever found yourself obsessing on, say
erm
.okay, a person who
is quite different from you? Lets just call him, um, mormon-boy.
Opposites attract, right? Okay, so unfortunately I cant control who Im
attracted to. That would be nice. In Shannons world its a distinct
possibility, and a perk. But were not in Shannons world. (also, in said
world, feather boas and sequins would be added to Red Knicker Day, as an
augmentation). So
..moving on
..this boy (groan) doesnt swear, and doesnt
smoke. Ugh! Hes a *nice* boy. He hasnt expressed any immediate
displeasure at the fact that I do both, in profusion. Not only am I a chain
*smoker*, Im a chain *swearer*, as well, Ive discovered. Im quite
smutty, actually. From time to time. But earlier this week I caught a dim
glimpse of a swearless, smokeless future, and it was dismal, let me tell
you. So, I called off the wedding in my head and moved back toward reality.
I think it was a good move. I said, Fuck this! Ha! it was a
liberating statement, to be sure. It is only natural to swear. When its
115 outside, naughty words come to mind easiest, when youre moved to speak.
But, in the true spirit of obsession, for one evening of friendly
billiards rivalry, I conducted an experiment - tenuously, but with
determination. I decided to replace all the nasty words (that, lets face
it, fairly itch to come out when youre doggedly playing pool) with the
word, crumb. For example, when you choke on the eight ball for the second
time leaving your opponent with a perfectly aligned shot for the side
pocket, you would say, Oh, crumb! instead of Oh, m**herf**cker! You
might imagine how well this worked out. In short, it didnt. But I did
discover what a dirty mouth I have. And since I almost immediately
rescinded my sincere efforts to clean up, and be a good little girl, I have
gone to the opposite end of the spectrum, and decided to be as creative as
possible with my colorful language. I wont repeat my creations. But they
were good, if I do say so myself.
DEIFICATION (not to be confused with defecation; there is a distinct
difference, after all)
Theres another boy (of course), and he truly is the saviour. He works at a
record store, as is appropriate for a contemporary saviour. He just burned
me a copy of his own Badly Drawn Boys How Did I Get Here? which is quite
an expensive CD round these parts, and damn-near impossible to find.
AND
..he burned me a copy of a B&S boot
..er. Well, lets just say, not
many folks have this one. (If youd like to hear it yourself, send me an
email off-list.) Oooo, hes a doll! Something about that jet-black hair
and wavy green tattoos
Well. (cough). Anyway. You can see why Im moved
to the idea of deification. I figure Ill declare a day of celebration,
much like the previously proposed, Celebrate Your Gods! Day, except it
will be just for the Record Store Saviour. Ill commission marble busts out
of blue-veined Carrara marble and affix a diadem on his forehead, just like
Caesar! I *did* mention I was given to excess, didnt I? Right. Well,
maybe Ive gone too far, this time. But sometimes I think Im a genius ;-)
SPEAKING OF GENIUS
..
I had this brilliant idea, at about lunch time. See, I sit in my car
sometimes at lunch, after my Red Bull run, to smoke and listen to music, and
generally avoid the madding crowds. So, Im sitting in my Beetle (her name
is Gita; I was sure you wanted to know that) listening to Wandering Alone,
reveling in the smooth magic of Stevies voice, laughing like an escaped
lunatic, and it occurred to me, that Gita would look *fine* with a small
disco ball hanging from her ceiling. The gentleman who happened to be
sitting next to me (hes another post altogether) assured me that he could
arrange the electrical wiring so that it would sparkle, and that the natural
movement of air in the car would make it spin, charmingly. It was a moment
of temporary insanity. Suddenly I had visions of glow in the dark stickers
littering the plush interior, and a fondue pot sizzling in the trunk, to be
shared with friendly strangers at the drop of a hat. For the sake of
convenience, my glove compartment would house neatly arranged condiments,
and aesthetically arranged napkins. I have my moments. I dont think this
was one of them.
MAKE IT THIS FAR, DID YOU?
Oh, so many clever posts to comment on. I think I wont. I think Ill
summarize: Ive enjoyed the sudden resurgence of Ink Polaroids. Theyre
quite vivid. And the gratitude round here is astounding. HONEY, love, you
are revered! Ken Chus delicious wit is never amiss. And Gordon, I love
your verbose soul! Never a dull moment in my Inbox, I tell you! Asm, you
are *truly* my hero - your CD revival package is posted and somewhere over
Nova Scotia, RIGHT NOW!
Im off! To bed! Its late - or early. This is what I get for drinking
too many Red Bulls.
Sini-Love to All!
S.
p.s. Fifteen minutes? Pah! Ive spent hours crafting this.
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