Last year was a disaster. We'd only been married a week (yikes!). Jordan forgot my birthday. Everyone else seemed to forget - they were all trying to give us honeymoon privacy (what honeymoon!?!). In the end, I was a grumpy, weepy mess on the bed. Jordan stood by, wringing his hands, promising that next year would be better ( Read more... )

Henry, you requested an update. Here goes...

As I write this, I wish I could find the pamphlet of contributors. Two locations (The Firehouse Theatre and The Camel) were packed with tablers; most were laden with zines, some offered kitschy art pieces. The general atmosphere and attitude created by the participants deserve honorable mentions. Sigh...

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Jordan was livid when he found out about the lay-offs at work. His friend, Nathan, was one year away from retirement. Pat, the grandmotherly cashier, had served the company for 25 years. He fumed about the decline of true customer service, the expectation to increase sales with less and less staff.

Today at breakfast, my mother brought it up. Uh-oh ( Read more... )

The real voyage of discovery lies not in seeing new lands but in seeing with new eyes." - Marcel Proust

Richmond Zine Fest
Saturday, April 28th, 2007
Firehouse Theatre (1609 West Broad Street)
www.richmondzinefest.com
www.myspace.com/rvazinefest

Below is more info. on the zine fest, taken from an e-mail for organizers:

We pretty much met our maximum table capacity for the Firehouse Theatre at the end of January. We did not want to start turning vendors ( Read more... )

"As yellow is always accompanied with light, so it may be said that blue still brings a principle of darkness with it. This colour has a peculiar and almost indescribable effect on the eye. As a hue it is powerful, but it is on the negative side, and in its highest purity, as it were, a stimulating negation. Its appearance, then, is a kind of ( Read more... )

Fucking grow up. Please. It's pathetic.

    We went down the road and along the riverbank. In the heat of dry, stubble fields, cracked creek beds, white dusty roads, the river made a cool trough. The shade was of thin willow leaves, which held the sunlight like a sieve. The mud along the banks was dry but not dried to dust; it was like cake icing, delicately crusted on top but moist and ( Read more... )

..."Well, say you find you a woman you just can't get enough of. You want her so bad you can't eat, can't sleep."
    "Now you know this is a woman who's gonna keep your bed warm on cold nights, make you potato soup when you're sick. She's gonna believe you even when you're lying. Hell, she's the only person in the world who's gonna know what you ( Read more... )

Researchers in Sweden have discovered that viewing and discussing art can ease constipation. While that may not be news to regular museumgoers the Local, a Swedish news organization, picked up a French wire service story reporting that a test group of 20 elderly women who met once a week for four months to talk about art required fewer laxatives ( Read more... )