zine life
The difference between This Sheet of Paper and That Sheet of Paper is 0.2% weight. If you compared the two against one another, you would probably detect which one is heavier, but in practical use you'd be hard pressed to care.
MOREOVER this is for a zine, so you are not printing or writing on it, you would be hard pressed to notice.
BUT! This SLIGHT DIFFERENCE keeps the shipment weight to 1 ounce INSTEAD OF 2 OUNCES. This lowers the retail price point 12%--
Oh gosh I'm so sorry, I'm so very sorry -- um, yes, black coffee, waffles, bacon on the side, thank you, I'm so very sorry.
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Reed Zine Fest Saturday March 30th at Reed College!
We will be tabling all of our fine zines. It's free, come hang out!
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I Dream of Zining Pin
It's true. When I am deep in a zine-related project, I do dream of zining. If that's true of you, too, you can tell the world with this 1" metal pin whose font and color scheme were inspired by I Dream of Jeannie.
$3 + shipping. Available on Ko-fi, or DM me for other payment options.
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In the Spiral House shop we've wanted to have our own pronoun buttons for ages! I finally sat down with a typewrite and made some cut and paste zine style art pronoun buttons!
We have them available as single buttons or you can buy them in bulk where it gets cheaper the more you get! Check them out now on the Portland Button Works & The Spiral House Shop website.
He/Him
She/Her
They/Them
She/Her & They/Them
He/Him & They/Them
And "My Pronouns are..." With a space you to write in your own! You could even use a dry erase to change it when you feel like it!
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a journal entry comprised entirely of excerpts from letters & postcards written to friends
(@belialjones and @endreal - don't peek if you don't want spoilers!)
I remember in one of the letters you sent me, you asked what my current inspirations are, and even though they've changed since then, I thought I'd reply. What's inspiring me right now is: the photography of Nan Goldin, the art of Tracey Emin, the novels of William T. Vollmann, John Waters and David Lynch films, and the poetry of Cynthia Cruz, Forough Farrokhzad, and Alexis Rhone Fancher.
I'm currently on a little vacation with my family, up on the peninsula of Wisco. I've been reading a lot and hiking in the woods and going to the beach.
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My vacation has been great. I've been reading poetry & eating pizza & watching the Perseids meteor showers.
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I accidentally broke my own heart the other day. I had my 'on repeat' playlist on shuffle and what songs played back to back? Paul Westerberg's "Got You Down," followed by R.E.M.'s "Nightswimming." Fucking oof.
In general, I've been going thru a bout of nostalgic melancholy. What else is new? Haha, but really though. You know, I'm writing about all this stuff for RC #27, and reminiscing about one era of my life inevitably turns into reminiscing about others. And then I was up in Door County, driving down old familiar roads, listening to old familiar tunes, and remembering driving those same roads, listening to those same tunes, getting stoned with my friends circa 1997-2003, and I don't even miss getting stoned but I do miss those friends. I try to have a positive attitude about things changing, but I still get sad driving past places and thinking about what's gone—and more than that, who's gone. And I was thinking about the summer of 2013. And then I was thinking about the summer of 2012 and how that summer I was all nostalgic for the summer of 2006 and how it seemed impossibly far in the past, and then timeghost showed up and was like: "Oooo...2012 was closer to 2006 than it is to nowww, ooo..."
I realized that my whole life, I've been trying to get back to this mythic Perfect Summer that didn't really exist. Right now, I'm missing 2013 & 2012. In 2012, I wished it was '06. In '06, I wanted '03. In '03, I wanted '00; in '00, I wished it was '97, and on and on.
Other than that, I've been having feelings about small towns and Americana. It's kinda weird. On the one hand, I'm a deviant radical queer artist. On the other hand, I love so much Americana. But I think you get it.
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I've been having hella zine/zinester nostalgia. Next year marks 30 years that I've been making zines. I'm thinking about putting a book together of the best stuff from my first 30 years of zines, and then having a release party w/ local bands n' stuff.
I've been particularly nostalgic for the early '00s Chicago zine scene. I'll never forget that time you and I went to Kinko's late at night to make Xerox art. 22 years ago, what the fuck? I also recently found my Loop Distro/Al Burian Totally Wants My Ass shirt. Oh man.
Recently I was having a bit of an identity crisis. See, I've always thought of myself as someone who gets crushes easily, and as a slut (in spirit, if not always in practice—meaning, even in a monogamous relationship I still have the desire to fuck lotsa people even if I don't act on it). But for a while I hadn't gotten a proper crush on anyone, and didn't really even think about hooking up w/ anyone but my partner. And it was weird! I was like, who am I, if I'm no longer the totally crushed out slut? But then after that, I had a couple sexy online convos w/ queer cuties, and got my flirt on IRL w/ a punk rock fella who lives in my neighborhood, a Scottish fiddle player, and a gorgeous redhead girl w/ a tattoo of a fox, and I was like: Oh. Guess I'm still slutty and crushed out, after all.
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