HEY NEW JERSEY!!! I’m coming for you tomorrow. See you from 11 to 5-ish at the Jersey Art Book Fair at Mana Contemporary, 888 Newark Ave in Jersey City
I’ll be with Ed Kemp, who kindly invited me to elbow my way onto The Word Distribution‘s table with a bunch of hastily reprinted zines & both Creative, Not Famous books, original flavor and extra crispy.
Super last minute but I’M INTO IT!!! (don’t look for me Sunday. I can’t skip bellydancing 2 days in a row…)
Materials will be provided. All participants will receive a free printable download of our collaborative fanzine after the event. Come prepared to wing it, or bring a favorite Vonnegut quote, anecdote or printed out image to use in your contribution.
Drop in throughout the day, and be prepared to observe a minute of silence at the 11th minute of the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.
Friday November 11 11:00 AM – 5:00 PM (minute of silence at 11:11) The New York Society Library
FREE and open to the public! Reserve your spot here.
Explore the magic of zines with me in person in Indianapolis on November 19 for the Kurt Vonnegut Museum and Library’s monthly Social Justice Writing Club . Be prepared to get hands on, as we create a collaborative zine dedicated to honoring Kurt Vonnegut’s centennial. You’ll also learn a bit more about the history of zines and how they can be used as a creative tool for change.
Materials will be provided. All participants will receive a free printable download of our collaborative fanzine after the event. Come prepared to wing it, or bring a favorite Vonnegut quote, anecdote or printed out image to use in your contribution.
Can’t make my free in person Kurt Vonnegut Centennial Collaborative Fanzine workshops in NYC 11/11 or Indianapolis 11/19? Poo! We’ll miss you. But in acknowledgment of the fact that geography is real, we invite you to collaborate from afar. See below for details and deadline.
HEY CHICAGO! I’m psyched to be repping the The East Village Inky at the Midwest Perzine Fest Saturday, Oct 8th at Columbia College’s Conaway Center, 1104 S Wabash Avenue, from 10 am to 4 pm.
Gitcher heiner to New Hampshire this weekend for 3 concert readings of Greg Kotis‘ new post-apocalyptic banjo musical at the Player’s Ring in Portsmouth.
It’s a patriarchy smashing, environmentally sobering, hootin’ and hollerin’ good time!
If you’re curious to hear what it sounds like when you overcome some long held (decades!) educational trauma to reclaim your singing voice, I will be MORE than happy to bawl it out for you live onstage. You don’t even have to buy me a beer.
If you missed my CREATIVE, NOT FAMOUS chat with NextTribe, here ’tis, enriched with an over the shoulder peek at the Silverback’s childhood home, a couple of standard issue pandemic mute/unmute glitches, and special appearances by contributors Ellia Bisker and J. Gonzalez-Blitz!
If you’ve got dishes to wash, laundry to fold, orders to ship out, 1000s of beads to stitch onto your new burlesque costume or other assorted busywork, this will help the time fly by!
Thanks to host Jeannie Edmunds and the Next Tribe community for having me.
Join me, if’n you’re not too Zoomed out. Make me feel like I’m the host of All Things Considered by putting me on in the background.
Better yet, roll up with questions, news of your own creative projects, cats, cocktails, mocktails… all the things! I’d love to see you, or, for the camera-averse, hear you.
Extra punishment for those who read all the way to the end: If you’re looking for ways to procrastinate (and dug the book) I’d be much obliged if you’d post a customer review to the site of your choice – your fave indie bookseller, your blog, Amazon, Good Reads, Barnes & Noble, Library Thing … for purposes of getting the word out, they’re all good.
(A massive thank you to those who’ve already shrugged into this voluntary harness!)
The Chief Primatologist of The East Village Inky is DELIGHTED to be joining Charming Disaster, one of her favorite bands, for their weekly Quarantine Livestream, Friday September 17 at EST.
We’re gonna spice things up with a live collaborative project as we listen- illustrating Heart of Brass from their Spells + Rituals album. Grab a phrase and come prepared with a black pen and a piece of standard white printer paper, folded in half, portrait style (or the digital equivalent thereof), and for those who favor collage, a glue stick or rubber cement. FUN!
The lyrics are here, but I’ll paste em below, too.
If you’re worried about your artistic abilities, fret not. Whatever you make will be wonderful.
If you’re STILL worried about your artistic abilities, I took the liberty of snagging some images from the public domain of some of the jolly items namechecked by the song: a dirigible, a diving bell, laudanum… that sort of thing. Access them here!
Print em out and be ready to embellish them during our time together – collage, drawing, handwritten words…it’s all good!
Or go hunting in the public domain for images that speak to you.
In the dirigible’s gondola, the clouds fog up your monocle You wipe it with a handkerchief embroidered with a monogram Looking for lost continents, you’d better check your pocket watch We won’t be home for luncheon but they’ll keep the platters warm
CHORUS: Not as pure as gold (a captive of the scientist) Not as sharp as glass (he practiced his/her experiments) Not as strong as stone (flesh and blood will never last) My baby’s got a heart of brass
Underneath the diving bell, return to the submersible Before the lonely nautilus can wrap you in its tentacles Moistening your handkerchief to polish your discoveries The needle of the compass doesn’t point to any north
(Chorus)
Quince paste laced with laudanum will get you through the tedium Of waiting to be rescued from inside the sanitarium The esoteric brotherhood suspect you’re up to nothing good The ampule in your handkerchief will put them all to sleep
We’re all some kind of machine We’re only cogwheels, pistons and steam All of us powered by water and heat It makes our tick-tock hearts beat beat beat beat Beat beat beat beat beat beat beat beat
The automaton forever sits, its hand upon the writing desk Gently grips a fountain pen that circumscribes an arabesque Deciphering the messages encrypted by the alchemist A handkerchief will wipe away the secrets that it keeps
(Chorus)
Floating down the Amazon, we wonder if we’ve gone too far and Plunge into the whirlpool at the basin of the waterfall Scribbling this chronicle, the fog clouds up your monocle A handkerchief can stopper up our message in a bottle We have left it gently bobbing on the surface of the water As we sail around the spiral into mystery or miracle Cry into your scry glass, inquire of your oracle Squint into your spyglass, you can see us wave farewell