I'm interested in making a zine that requires the participation of lots of people. Here's the idea: I'll send you a list of words and phrases, and you'll use those words and phrases to experesses ideas, opinions, or feelings on any subject you care to write about. Your responses may be as brief as two sentences or as lengthy as a full page, but no more, please. You may respond to as many as 7 from the list, but no less than 3. The zine will simply be an organized collection of the responses.
All participants are entitled to a copy of the zine once it's finished, as long as you send postage. Anyone is welcome to particpate, so if you know someone who would be interested, feel free to copy and paste this. All those interested should email me, and I'll reply with the list.
“The Three Friends Of Winter” paintings on exhibit at the Freer are quite lovely, taken out of the context of the reading. In fact, I have no clue what the reading means, since the authors seem caught up in using the most complicated language possible in all situations, no doubt to prove their intellectual superiority and thus alleviate some sort of pent-up feeling of ineptitude gained in childhood, because they read a “big” book, and all of their peers made fun of them.
Is this their revenge? Is ruining the enjoyment of art by converting it to its harshest, most abstract and indecipherable terms their ruthless retaliatory act? Is the application of caliginous patter really a necessity (“see…I can use the big werds too, jus’ like the guy in th’ book!”)?
That having been stated, the exhibit was quite charming. After living in Northern Wisconsin for the majority of my life, I understand the concept of “winter,” as well as the concepts of “hope” and “cheer” (and their essentiality) during said “winter.” In Wisconsin, these concepts are not plum blossoms, bamboo, or evergreen, but instead, the smooth, smooth taste of Pabst Blue Ribbon, and the gentle, soulful caress of a drooping tip-up on a frozen lake suddenly transforming into the form of an erect tip-up. Still, I can see how The Three Friends of Winter served similar needs in China during the months of drear.
Thanks to Dell, I can't post images from the holidays. So, the hell with it. I'll just write about it.
Christmas was in Miami. I proposed, we went to MGM Studios then Epcot. Yay! I got to meet every relative and friend of the family imaginable. I wore linen. I ate as much of the roasted pig (whole, with the head still on it) as possible. Otherwise, I ate extremely healthy.
New Year's Eve...Houston, at Jazz-z Blues with Blaise and Michelle. All black club. It was like that scene in 'Weird Science.' Wonderful band, soul food buffet, champagne flowed. I felt safe and at home...the club was warm, the music was funky and the food was, well...legit soul food. I ate up a plate and jetted like Bookman.
My six-month review is in 9 days. I'm nervous and I know, somehow, I'm not going to see a raise, even though the cost of living has jumped in SA. I just want a cost of living increase, or I have to ditch my health insurance, sell my car and buy a bike. Many of you may know, and Kiche, correct me if I'm wrong, but the mentally ill without meds riding bicycles...it's a sign of something bad. Besides, I wanna get married in a year. It's going to be in Miami. If you wanna come, you gotta buy your own ticket and rent a tux. Or wear a nice dress.
"Katie Juban, the youthful chef who heads up the kitchen, finds herself in the best possible environment: She's a blues pianist/ composer and an enthusiastic cook who was born into a family noted for its ability to produce good food."
