having spent the better part of the last three days going over the scads of posts, and then Isabel Lark makes this point: I wondered about some of the posts that I have been reading lately. Some very good (you know who you are) some not so good (you don't.) but always the fear that you're offending someone or bothering someone...or too shy to do anything but lurk. I don't especially understand that. The wonderful thing about this is that it doesn't matter. We all have a simpatico (the list itself, music, movies) so where is the fear? We are virtually friends...and even more importantly no one knows who you are, unless, of course, you have told them, but chances are they liked you, eh? and then, after what seems like a century (well, it was last century) i find a copy of stuart david's "ink polaroids"! and never having the deuce of an idea what the listees were jazzing on about when i 1st entered, i do now. (yes, i know. how could i have it and not know it? my only excuse was that i filed it in the wrong place when i got IYFS. i lead a confused life.) and there was number five. "here's chris outside the studio, on the night we finished the first album. it's quite dark, but you can still see the marks on his face the tears have left--from where he was crying inside. (paragraph) i asked him for why he'd been crying and he just said, 'because i've never done anything proper before. but i don't know if that means my life's been really shit up until this point, or if this is really good.'" and it occurs to me that this vulnerability is what i so much enjoy about the virtual bar-cafe we have here. and yes, how beauty or honesty or truth or something can hit you so hard that you don't know why, except that this moment will define the world as BEFORE THIS and AFTER THAT, and that, just perhaps, the more sensitive (ok. "twee") can appreciate this while... well, it seems that some people can have peak moments in their lives and not know it for ten or twenty years after. but i digress. having worked with editors, i can tell you that rejection is a bitch, constructive criticism hard to take, and being ignored is the worst. but--HEY! who am i to care if you hit delete the second the heading came up? doesn't cost me anything and might help or amuse you, right? so what else are we going to do until the next album, or (gasp!) tour? carle +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+