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Xerography Debt #6

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I know this issue is late, but I think I may be making zine history here by not apologizing. I could rattle off a list of reasons why I didn’t work on the zine for over two months, but I don’t feel like getting into for the moment. I’m here now and that’s all that matters. Initially I decided I wouldn’t work on the issue until I had a new job. Yes, I quit my job. Weeks were drifting by and still no job, thus - no zine. With everything that has happened in the world in recent weeks I have realized that nothing is as permanent as we’d like to think and that the present is the only thing we can minutely control. So with that, I decided to pick of the reigns of this neglected issue and get to work. Also, in the spring of 2001 the Leeking Inc. website went online. All back issues of Xerography Debt are available there. You’ll also find information about my other zines (Leeking Ink and The Glovebox Chronicles), Eight-Stone Press, and Ped Xing. Go take a look if you get a chance – www.leekinginc.com.

October 31st, 2001

One of my Favorite Pieces of Reader Mail
Thanks for XD#5 and for the splendid review. Yes, we have to ask ourselves – what is it all for? Mostly vague glory.
G. Hischak

Basic stuff you should know…

If this is your first issue, this should clarify things: XEROGRAPHY DEBT is a review zine for zine readers by zine writers. It is a hybrid of review zine and personal zine. XEROGRAPHY DEBT has its own freestyle approach. It is all about communication, so each reviewer has used the format or style most comfortable to him or her. Also, each reviewer "owns" the zine in a completely communal, non-possessive sense. We are individual artists and writers coming together to collaborate and help keep zineland flourish-ing. It is a communal experience from start to finish. It is available for free online (some artwork will only be available in print) or paper copies can be ordered.

There is no way I can review everything that I receive. I will do the best I can. I am but one overworked person with a few splendid reviewers. Do your part by ordering a few zines from the many reviewed here and, if you self-publish, please consider including a few reviews in your zine.

If you are interested in reviewing for XEROGRAPHY DEBT, please contact me by mail or e-mail for some rather vague, but supposedly helpful guidelines. All you need to do is write five reviews that will excite people to send money, stamps, or a trade. Due to the ridiculous pressures of self-imposed deadlines, #7 will be done when it is done, but hopefully early winter.


Basically, I don't have what one would call a cash flow. Cash trickle would be an overstatement. I would like to keep publishing Xerography Debt, so if you would like to help sponsor Xerography Debt with a few stamps or cash, please feel free to do so. Also, let me know if you wish to remain anonymous. This issue's sponsors are:

Al Cene, DB Pedlar, Androo Robinson, Rudi Rubberoid, Donny Smith, Patrick Tandy, Owen Thomas, Ken Carl, Kristy Henshaw, Richard Jacob, Sam Cucchiara, Zebulun, Christopher Robin, Anne Thalheimer, and a few anonymous folks.


In the last issue I mentioned that Dwayne-Michael Alborn, had taken over as the new editor of FACTSHEET 5. Well, he disappeared and took the zines he had been sent to review with him. There should be an update on the mess and news on the new editors in the new issue of A READER’S GUIDE TO THE UNDERGROUND PRESS.

Adam Winsenburg of ADC ZINE has set up a new online “Zine Scene.” Go to www.addam.com and list your zine or read about others.

Predators and Prey in the Zine Community
Donny Smith's Response to the Bill Price problem

Some of my favorite zines of all time have been Amusia, Peppermint Soda, My Straight-Faced Twin, The Messy Eater, and Sludge Pond. All intense, funny, smart, very personal zines written by young women. And, I hate to say it, naive young women. They wrote out all their hopes and fears and their daily routines, then gave out their home addresses and (in most cases) their first and last names. A horror movie waiting to happen.

I admire the way zinesters open up their lives for all to see. There aren't many places you can read truth. But you wouldn't publish your credit card number, would you? You can take a few steps to protect yourself:

  1. Get a PO Box!
  2. Use your first name only, or use a pseudonym.
  3. If you get mail that's threatening, asks too-personal questions, or makes you feel weird in any way, don't send your zine to that person! In fact, don't even respond to their letters. Consult with your local postmaster. The postal service can send that person a letter saying to stop sending you mail. The relevant forms are Postal Form 1500 Pornographic & Undesirable Mail, if someone's been sending you "obscene materials, violence-inducing materials, and some types of mail relating to lotteries," or Postal Form 8165 Mail Fraud Complaint Questionnaire, if there's been any money involved. I'm not sure what the form number is for creepiness. (I know about this because someone once ordered my zine not realizing it was a queerzine. I got a letter from her postmaster saying I would be prosecuted if I ever sent anything to her address again.)
  4. But give it some thought before excluding prisoners. They're human beings like us, and this is their reading material:
  1. Prison library. In many cases a paltry collection of donated materials hand-picked by Christian fundamentalist hicks.
  2. Mail-order purchases. But prisoners can't use Amazon.com and, in some prisons, can't order from used-book stores. And while prisoners pay "outside" prices, plus shipping & handling, they earn "inside" wages, well below minimum wage.
  3. Whatever you send. Many prisoners rely on zines and newsletters for their sanity. We are often their only connection to people like themselves. Imagine if all you had to read was Sports Illustrated, Walmart's Top Ten Bestsellers from 1997, and the Bible.

But what about Bill Price?

Yes, there are serial rapists, stalkers, and child molesters out there. The scary thing is, most of them haven't been caught. You don't know their names. The creepiest letters I've gotten have all been from long-time members of the "zine community."

What can you do?

  1. Ask questions. If you get an odd request, don't send your zine. Instead ask the person something like, "Why are you interested in my zine? How did you hear about it?" Watch for evasive or defensive answers.
  2. Trust your instincts. If you get a bad feeling from someone, don't correspond with them at all.
  3. Be suspicious if a correspondent wants to meet you in person, especially if it's a man (sorry, that's not reverse sexism, it's just true), especially if you're a woman, a transperson, or a gay man. No matter how well you think you know the person, always meet in a public place the first time and always let a friend know where you're going and who you're meeting.
  4. Don't correspond with prisoners who mention that they're getting out soon. Not unless you're prepared for the huge emotional, financial, and possibly legal risks of having them show up at your door. (My roommate my senior year in college brought in a newly released prisoner to live with us, so I know what I'm talking about.)
  5. If you have any concerns at all about a prisoner, write to the warden. Just take the address the prisoner gave you, take off the prisoner's name, and write WARDEN. Include the prisoner's full name and prisoner number in your letter. (If you have online access, just type the name of the prison into a search engine or the name of the state plus the words "Department of Corrections.") Be judicious in what you say to the warden, because prisoners get disciplinary action over the slightest things.

Some of my best mail friends are prisoners. And even though we've corresponded for years, I'd be cautious about meeting them in person. But no more cautious than I'd be about meeting any zine person for the first time. We zinesters are a bunch of misfits, punks, wackos, and queers. We're hypocrites if we single out prisoners as a group that we won't have anything to do with.

The legal term courts use to describe queers (and justify mistreating us) is "unapprehended felons." Remember, prisoners are just the ones who got caught.

Notice About Bill Price:

Bill Price is a twice-convicted child molester. In 1984, he was sentenced to 8 years in prison for molesting a 9-year-old girl. He went to jury trial with 5 counts of child molestation. In the early 90's, he molested the two girls starting at ages 5 and 6, respectively. In 1993, he was sentenced to 15 years in prison. He is approximately 50 years old.

Distros and zinewriters have reported that he has shown particular interest in zines with topics of rape, abuse and sex, and zines by young women, heavy-set women, and lesbians. He is having some of his zines and letters mailed from outside the prison, so that people he contacts do not necessarily know he is incarcerated. He is currently up for parole this year.

He has published three zines: Bars, Ishi, and Fem Zine. The first issue of Ishi is written as if he is a sexually abused, young girl, and attempts to appeal to the same. Fem Zine is a listing of zines by young women. Zinewriters have reported an increase in orders from prisons after being listing in Fem Zine, which implies he is distributing this to other prisoners.

He was released on parole in May 2001.

Eric Lyden (Fish With Legs)

How’s it going, Debt heads? Welcome once again to my little corner of this fine review zine. First of all, I’ve got a couple of odds and ends to take care of- odd & end #1- some of you may have heard through the zine grapevine that I am the “review administrator” for the new FACTSHEET 5. Well folks, it ain’t happening. No one has heard from Dwayne Michael in over 3 months so I think it’s safe to assume that the project is dead. He doesn’t respond to any attempts to contact him so it’s a mystery to everyone what happened... but there is some good news in all of this- if this new FACTSHEET 5 had taken off and become a huge success I may have been so busy that with that that I may not have had time to review for XEROGRAPHY DEBT. But no, happily I am able to devote all my reviewing energies to XEROGRAPHY DEBT. Damn, you people are lucky.

Odd & end #2- if you’re reading this and you are a zinester and you’re not an obnoxious, pretentious, self important jerk you ought to join my new internet group. It’s called “Zine Geeks” and you can join by sending an e-mail to zinegeeks-subscribe@yahoogroups.com. If you love to argue politics and other serious issues you can go somewhere else. It’s great that you ponder these things, but I really don’t give a shit what you think. If you want to talk zines or anything else of a not so terribly serious nature come join the zine geeks. I was going to write a longer explanation of why exactly this group exists, but it started to turn into a rant so you’ll have to live with the short version. Now on with the reviews…

This here is on entertaining zine. Sometimes I read a zine review that says something along the lines of “there was a laugh on every page” and it sort of pisses me off because it sounds like typical hyperbole and I just don’t take it seriously. So listen to me when I tell you that that this zine features a solid laugh on damn near every page and for the pages that don’t feature a laugh there are other pages that feature multiple laughs so it all evens out. Will this zine change the way you look at the world? Doubtful. Will it inspire new and deep philosophical thoughts? Probably not. Will it make you laugh? Sure. Will you find it entertaining? You sure will and I’ll take that over pages of political pondering any day. Highlights include Janelle’s really funny and well drawn auto bio comics, and article on “Dead Girls I Want to Party With” (and it sounds like it’s be a pretty swingin’ party) an article on making a gay porno flick (not for your more sensitive readers, but I liked it) and a piece I found hilarious for some reason- a photo centerfold on “the Four Food Groups of Poverty” I found the pictures to be completely hysterical, though for the life of me I can’t figure out why it’s so damn funny. But it is and this zine is funny and really nicely put together- color cover and everything, 44 full size pages and just a really nice looking package- send $3.50 to: Janelle 3122 Burgundy, New Orleans LA 70177 No website or e mail address. Hell yeah! You kick it old school, Janelle!

The first issue of this zine (magazine? I don’t know. This is one of those zines that straddles the line between magazine and zine. But seeing as how I’m writing zine reviews and not magazine reviews I’m going to call it a zine) was called Indy-Media but they changed it to avoid confusion with an organization called Indymedia. Makes sense, but I much prefer the title Indy-Media because that in a nutshell describes what this zine is all about- independent media in all it’s forms- zines, comics, movies and happily no music (I’m sorry, but if I read one more article about or interview with some band I never heard of I’ll bang my head against a wall...) The zine content this issue features an interview with Jen Angel and Jason Kucsma of CLAMOR magazine, an article on Beantown Zinetown and a ton of reviews. There’s also an article on Jordan Crane of NON comics which was very interesting and...one could argue that there is too much focus on “micro cinema” featured in here and I won’t argue with that, but I find these articles to be quite interesting and informative just because I know nothing about it and the articles are long enough to be interesting, but not so long that they get boring. And besides, I’m pretty sure the micro cinema guys read EYEBALL and say “What’s up with this zine shit? Who needs it?” It’s probably near impossible to do a zine of this sort that will appeal 100% to all of it’s audience, but these guys do a pretty damn good job of it and I can honestly say that I read every article in here, even the ones that on first glance didn’t look too interesting to me, and found all of them interesting on some level. Send $3 to: Eyeball Magazine PO Box 21141, Oklahoma City OK 73156 www.eyeballmagazine.com; eyeballmag@onebox.com

When I went to Beantown Zinetown this year I got there before the place was open and there was a massive throng of zinesters standing outside the building. Standing there in the midst of all these punks, anarchists, and misfits in general was one fairly “normal” looking middle-aged guy. I assumed that he was some sort of narc just because he didn’t seem to fit in with the rest of the crowd (of course I didn’t quite fit in with the crowd either) but I soon found out that this was no narc, it was Ben T Steckler, author of the comic GET BENT! At any rate, GET BENT #8 is the final appearance of Sid Ska and Dex. This might mean something to longtime readers, but since this was my first issue it didn’t mean a whole lot to me. And that actually is my main problem with this comic- this is the last issue of the story and as a result it’s maybe a little hard to get in to. But having said that, Ben does an excellent job of being readers up to speed with a text piece at the beginning that explains the basic plot and tells us what went on before. Ben is fully aware of what should be the first rule of comics (or zines for that matter) which is “every issue is somebody’s first” but it’s still a little hard to fully get into the story when you’ve already missed so much. But this is still a very funny and entertaining story and worth reading even if you’ve never read an issue before- the basic premise is that Sid and Dex go to Hell and Sid’s mom has sex with God and it’s hard to explain but it’s all good. I’m eager to see what the next story will be like so I can read it all from the start. And the back up story is also cool if somewhat corny. But Ben promised a text piece explaining all the various pop culture references but it was nowhere to be found. Where the Hell was it, huh? (minor detail, I know, but it’s my right to complain) send $2 to: Ben T Steckler PO Box 7273, York PA 17404 bsteckler@netrax.com

Hey, while I’m on something of a Beantown Zinetown theme here I should mention that I met Bri (editor of The World is Broken) while I was there. I said “hi” and we exchanged small talk for a couple seconds and... well, that was pretty much it. Damn, that was a pointless anecdote not worth mentioning, wasn’t it? Hell, not everything I write can be brilliant, interesting and funny y’know... Anyhow, this issue is part one of “the West Coast Saga” which tells of Bri’s trip out west where she basically got drunk, did a whole bunch of drugs and had a couple crushes, but it’s a whole Hell of a lot more interesting than I make it sound (though now that I think about it that sounds pretty interesting in and of itself, doesn’t it?) Bri tells the story mostly through the journals she was keeping at the time and she occasionally includes an entry on how she feels now about what was going on then. It’s a very well written and interesting read and it never veers too far into “punk road trip” clichés, which is a trap that a lot of zines of this sort can fall into. There is a lot of good, emotional writing in here, which is the key to any good personal zine. The only problem I had with this zine is that it’s too short- 20 half-size pages and as soon I was really starting to get into the story and what was happening...Bam! It ended. Since this is labeled “Part 1” you know going in that you’re only getting a small portion of the story, but it still ends a little too abruptly for me. But it did make me eager to know what happens next, so maybe that’s a good thing. And this zine also boasts an excellent cover by Shawn Granton that I would be remiss in not mentioning. Send $1 and a stamp to Bri: 85 Scituate Ave., Scituate MA 02066 And Bri also does the very entertaining Puke zine that is full of vomit stories by various folks which is also $1 and a stamp and in addition to that she also runs Broken Distro which carries a bunch of cool zines and other stuff.

On the inside front cover this zine is referred to as “Trifling tales of grown up life” and that’s pretty much what this zine is...well, maybe not the “trifling” part, but Abby seems like a fairly “normal” well adjusted woman with a husband and a “real” job...it begs the question-what the Hell is she doing a zine for? I though only misfits were allowed to do zines...go figure, huh? anyhow, the highlight of this issue is Abby’s look back at life on her 30th birthday including some sweet though somewhat sappy letters her parents wrote her when she was a baby, plenty of embarrassing photos, and excerpts from her childhood diary (including pearls of wisdom like “I wish I could meet Rick Springfield” well, dammit, don’t we all?) complete with Abby’s comments on it as an adult. The whole diary piece was interesting and funny and made me wish I kept a diary as a kid so I could rip of the concept. I also enjoyed her article “I wish you hadn’t said that” which featured...well, things Abby wishes people hadn’t said to her. There was also an article on women’s magazines, which was interesting, but the accompanying collage of various headlines taken from such magazines was a bit much. Interesting at first, but she included a few too many pages of it...though I must admit, I never realized how warped these magazines were so it was interesting in that respect, there was just a little too much of it. This is a very enjoyable zine and well worth checking out. Send $2 or a trade to: Abby Koch PO Box 06311, Chicago IL 60606 Chattypig@yahoo.com

Here are a couple short reviews. Some are zines Davida sent me that I didn’t think needed full reviews for one reason or another, some are zines I liked but just don’t have a lot to say about…

Great comics anthology of various small press cartoonists views on the future. Would’ve written a full review, but to tell the damn truth every single review I’ve ever read of any comics anthology has been exactly the same- some great stuff, a ton of good stuff, a few duds...you all know the score. Throw in a few names- vol. 1 features Ben Catmull, Jesse Reklaw, Lark Pien, Sarah Oleksyk. Vol. 2 features Billy McKay, Bruce Orr, Androo Robinson, Chris Larson, Mike Tolento, Sean Granton and of course the average reader has no idea who most of these people are so it ends up being a waste of space. See, this review may be boring, but this anthology is pretty damn good - each volume is $4 and the 2 volumes together are worth $8 but if you’re cheap/broke I’d go for vol. 2. Send your $ to: Shawn Granton 3719 Hawthorne Blvd #243, Portland OR 97214 Shawntfr@hotmail.com

Davida sent me this one, but I didn’t give it a full review because this issue features an excerpt of a letter of mine and...I dunno. Didn’t seem kosher to give it a full review. But it’s a damn fine zine. send $2 or a trade to: Jeff Somers PO Box 3024, Hoboken NJ 07030 mreditor@innerswine.com; www.innerswine.com

Another one Davida sent me. I love Androo’s comics. The stories are always good, the art is always beautiful, but it just seems to me that Davida reviews at least one of his comics in every issue of XEROGRAPHY DEBT. Not sure Androo really needs any exposure in here, but you could do a lot worse than sending a couple bucks to: Androo Robinson 2000 NE 42nd Ave. #302 Portland, OR 97213
pedxing@geeklife.com; www.leekinginc.com/pedxing
And by the way, THE FALLING CONTEST is good, but so far Androo’s best comic has been JUG. But like I said, just send Androo a few bucks, say “send me a few comics” and you won’t be disappointed.

Davida sent me this one as well and it’s the same as Androo - DB gets a ton of well deserved exposure in here for both CONTESSA’S TOME AND SKUNK’S LIFE and I’m not sure I can say anything about his zines that Davida hasn’t said already. But this issue tells the too interesting to be made up story of DD Palmer, the first ever chiropractor. Very interesting and if you aren’t careful you might actually learn something. Send $2 to: DB Pedlar 25727 Cherry Hill Rd., Cambridge Springs, PA 16403 dbpedlar@toolcity.net

I mention this zine simply because it’s a zine about biking but for some unexplained reason it features a centerfold of some (not very attractive) naked dude. Not sure what the purpose is, but the guy is on a bike so I guess that makes it appropriate for a bike zine. Who the Hell knows, but this is a fun zine and worth reading whether you’re into bike riding or not. Mature readers should send $2 to: Ghostride 69 Berkeley St., Sommerville, MA 02413 Skunk@skul.org; www.skul.org/ghostride

So I thought I was done with my reviews, but then Davida e-mails me and tells me that she plans on doing an expanded issue to make up for the long gap between this issue and the last one. I said sure, but then the problem arose of what exactly to review. Then I came up with a gimmick- classic zine reviews. The following are older zines that I love for whatever reason and feel the need to tell the world about.

Cometbus is something of a legendary zine and to be quite honest I don’t get it. I think Aaron Cometbus is a talented writer, but I don’t think he’s the most talented writer in all of zines. There are others with more talent and still others who don’t have his talent but do more with the talent they do have. Now Cometbus has been going on for about 50 issues now, so obviously some people are loving it and yes, Aaron deserves a ton of respect for what he’s done- I believe he’s is the originator of a lot of the zine clichés we are all sick off... not that clichés are good, but to invent a cliché means you did something that a lot of people want to copy and damned if that isn’t impressive. But as much as I respect Cometbus, most of the issues I read have been over long and under interesting... until I read #42. With this issue Cometbus finally lives up to it’s considerable hype and delivers an issue that is funny, touching and extremely well written... a lot of times you hear people say that something is very well written “for a zine” Well, this issue of Cometbus is extremely well written for anything, for any writer on any level this is a great piece of work. I’m not sure why this issue clicked with me in a way that no other issue has, but it really did. Recommended to anyone who likes good writing. Send $3 to: BBT PO Box 4279 Berkeley CA 94704

For this issue only Ken changes the title to “Fist Fucking the Postman” and declares it “the Offensive issue.” S@TP is always an enjoyable read, but this issue really tickled my fancy. The idea behind this issue is that people nowadays are just too easily offended so we should set aside the month of Nov. to be National Offend Everyone month and he decided to do a zine that would just be as offensive as possible. I really like this idea... this issue was published in 1995 and sadly, people are a lot more easily offended now than they were then... especially zinesters...if ever a group needed a good offending, it’s zinesters... maybe I’ll try to talk Ken into doing a new offensive issue. Because dammit, we need it now more than ever. Send a stamp to: Ken B. Miller PO Box 101 Newtown PA 18940-0101 Kenbmiller@aol.com; members.aol.com/satpostman

So have you ever seen those Jack T Chick tracts? Those little religious comics that people frequently hand you in the street? They’re pretty insane and the fellow who creates them is one Jack T Chick. Now religion is pretty nutty in the first place, let’s face it, but ol’ Jack takes it to a whole new level. From what I can gather, in Jack’s world the only people who aren’t going to Hell... well, I think Jack is the only one who’s safe. Anyhow, this zine is an examination of these tracts and the oddball theories contained within. It’s a fascinating glimpse into the world of Jack T Chick... and as odd as the guy is and as bizarre as his theories are, you’ve got to admire the guy for being dedicated to his cause. This zine is a must read if you’ve ever seen any of Jack T Chick’s tracts and still worth reading even if you haven’t. Send $5 ($5?! Yes, but it’s worth it. Trust me. ) to Dan Raeburn 1454 W Summerdale 2C, Chicago, IL 60640

Too new to be a classic, but I truly love the URBAN HERMITT and issue 11 is the best and funniest issue yet and I just wanted to mention it. Send $2 or a trade to Sarah O’Donnell 1122 E Pike #910 Seattle WA 98122

Donny Smith (Dwan)

free if you have Internet access
Romperace / Ace Herbert
inside: His diary. Stories of being a transperson and a women’s studies major. Thoughts on “femmephobia” among gay men.
quote: “anyway. queen latifah is on, and she has a boner for a hott cop who is getting a make over.”
overall: Too soon to tell.

$3 (U.S. addresses), $4 (non-U.S.)
Richard Freeman, 513 North Central Ave, Fairborn OH 45324 USA
note: This is a new mailing address!
inside: Discussions of porn.

Liz Saidel & Julie Halpern, PO Box 6074, Buffalo Grove IL 60089-6074 USA
inside: The article titles sum it up pretty well: Requiem for Plaza Verde (even though it’s not dead yet). Andy, the dick-licking dog. Car accidents that were my fault. All Girl Scouts go to hell. Forensics expert. Bagel bitch. Penile painter. Starbucks tastes like ass. People my parents would have stay with us when they went out of town. I went to Denmark all I got was this lousy bastard sword. Audience participation, and I don’t mean that stupid clap your hands crap. Luv and fish eyes. Check my butt.
overall: I wish they were my friends.

$2 (cash only), free to prisoners
Donny Smith, Box 411, Swarthmore PA 19081 USA
note: This is my zine!

$1 or trade
Lissette Orellana, HC-02 Box 4788, Guayama PR 00784 USA
on the cover: Dogs play in a rock band called We’re Dead.
inside: Badly drawn cartoons.
quote: “PARA de dibujar tanto la A[NARQUIA] y empieza a VIVIRLA[NARQUIA]” (Stop DRAWING A[NARCHY] so much and start LIVING it).
overall: Refreshingly poetic.

no price ($2?)
The Babynous Cult, 110 1/2 State Ave, Bremerton WA 98337-1241 USA
on the cover: Star-nosed mole, with a close-up of the nose and a star-shaped machine part for comparison. Inside the cover, Library of Congress subject headings.
inside: Snapshots of family, friends, pets, and coworkers, with allusive, nostalgic, snide, philosophic, and personal captions.
quote: “She seemed to have only two or three modes of behaviour. / One was endlessly smoking cigarettes / & filling in crossword puzzle magazines. / Another was screaming hysterically. / Between these two dominant activities, there were / innumerable fuzzy states which usually incorporated / ingredients of the other two. // i now loath both crossword puzzles & smoking, / which i think are the stupidest human endeavors, / except for all the others.”
overall: Hermetic.

$2 (cash only)
Tommy & Julie, 1315-I N Tustin #259, Orange CA 92867 USA
on the cover: Cute bunny, meat cleaver, hot dog sticker, and the maddening “One-half of the errors (is, are) unnecessary.” inside: Julie’s thoughts on ponies, catties, short pants, and Sandy Duncan. Tommy’s story of censorship at his library (it’ll get you angry). Julie’s secret places in her library. Tommy musings on “A car crash. A granny. An exposed penis and balls. A mysterious pot of chicken.” Interviews with Pansy Division and a band I never heard of. Poems. Song lyrics. Hilariously cute cartoons.
quote: “I still don’t know how to do very many things on my computer. I figured out how to put a box around text today and felt like Marie Curie discovering penicillin.”
overall: They’re such cute librarians! How could I not love them?
my confession: I bought this at Tower Records. I rarely go into Tower, let alone buy anything there (evil, evil corporations). But I had a half hour to kill and there it was.

free if you have Internet access
Winson Shuen
inside: It’s Winson diary. His friends, his job, his classes at the Rochester Institute of Technology, his video projects. Strangely, even though he’s not a Christian, his personal struggles with Christian fundamentalist teachings on gayness (those bastards got to mess with everyone).
quote: “But anyways, not to sound like a total sissy, total wuss, total faggot about the roller coaster, I’m just saying I am scared of Roller Coasters with my life (ironic eh?)”
overall: So open, so funny, so fragile. Makes me want to be his uncle or big brother or something. You’ll want to go back and read all the “back issues.”
$10 for 4 issues (cash preferred)
Fred Argoff, 1800 Ocean Parkway #B-12, Brooklyn NY 11223-3037
on the cover: Photo of a New York subway sign.
inside: Meticulous descriptions of subway rides. Histories of subway lines. Photos of subways and related architecture. A kind of archeology of subway signage.
overall: Why have I avoided this zine for so long? Just the right mix of obsession and documentation. Exactly what I want from a zine.
how this zine invaded my sleep: The night after I read it I dreamt I was in Manhattan, trying to get somewhere specific. But not sure where. In a tunnel under Times Square, heading to the cross-town shuttle, but couldn’t walk fast enough. People kept bumping me from behind, pushing me forward along with the crowd, right into the train car.
We came out under Grand Central Station and the crowd started pushing me along again. But I knew there was somewhere I needed to go. Where were the signs? None of the staircases were marked. I finally chose one that the crowds were avoiding. It brought me up into a hotel restaurant. Beautiful nineteenth-century ambience, lace and white tablecloths.
I step out onto the street, into a scary, unfamiliar neighborhood. Walk to the corner, flag down a bus. It’s a double-decker. From the top deck I can see all the things in New York you usually can’t see. How everyone is keeping livestock on their roof, how the ocean goes right up into some people’s backyards, the fields of corn behind the rows of buildings.

free if you have Internet access
Winson Shuen
inside: A much briefer continuation of Michael’s Journal Page (see above).
quote: “I’m currently in Hong Kong being sick in this very very hot, humid and homophobic environment.. and how are you sweetie?”
my confession: I printed this out. I just can’t read things on a computer screen. I’m very good at skimming a computer screen and highlighting, cutting, and pasting. But anything of any length I print out and read while I’m riding the train or eating lunch or lying in bed. I know it goes against the whole concept of hypertext and it’s doubly environmentally damaging—not only killing trees with all the paper I use, but killing everything else with all the electricity used to keep all the server farms going that run the Internet, not to mention all the toxic waste generated by microchip factories, and all the Third World workers going blind manufacturing our computers—but—but—I also printed out the other e-publications reviewed here.

Fred Argoff (Brooklyn! & Watch the Closing Doors)


I used to work in the book publishing industry. Glamorous reputation, and always good for the Impressed Look from Audience. But slave labor nonetheless, save for the owners of the companies. Nowadays, however, I have a fascinating new job as a subway conductor with the New York City Transit Authority or, if you're wondering how I expect to relate this to zine reviews, I have kissed Corporate America and its demands goodbye. I believe more strongly than ever in zines and zinedom. And Davida must surely have a sixth sense about this, because the batch of zines she sent me for reviewing are all right in line with my feelings. People magazine be damned! Let's see what was in the overstuffed envelope this time...

So here's CLAMOR. Full sized, professionally published, and it wouldn't look out of place at all sitting there at your corner newsstand. What's going on here? Al, but the veneer of professionalism and corporate respectability disappears like bad air out of a just-opened window when you delve inside. This is a zinc, no question about it. Each and every one of the writers are people just like you and me--lots of them produce their own zines as well. They have something to say, and they say it. This particular issue, Number 8, is divided into departments called Places, People, Economics, Media, Sexuality & Relationships, Culture (I especially liked editor Jason Kucsma's piece, "Hopped Up on H2O"), and Politics. Quality production values? As we say here in Brooklyn where I live, fuhgeddaboudit! Subs are $18 for six issues or single copies for $4 from Become the Media (which you ought to do, anyway!), P.O. Box 1225, Bowling Green, OH 43402.

Just about at the opposite end of the spectrum from the zinc reviewed above is SKORCH--typed, cut & pasted ... hey, I love it! My favorite part of issue #2 was Katjusa's job-related rant, because let's face it, who among us hasn't screamed and yelled about some job(s) we've had. Probably working for a Boss from Hell, too. Anyway, the featured piece in this issue was a kind of diary of her year in Europe, which resulted in the surprising conclusion that she thinks of herself as an American. These things will happen, I suppose. My summation: one must hope that there will be more issues of SKORCH, because I want to see them! No price listed (I can never figure why anyone would do that), so probably a buck or two lands you a copy, from Katjusa Cisar, 1936 Commonwealth Ave., Madison, WI 53705-3932.

Right on the top of the first page, you see the title FOR THE CLERISY, and I bet you're wondering what kind of religious tract this is going to be, right? Wrong-o, kiddies! "Clerisy," if you don't happen to have a dictionary right at hand for cracking open, means people who read books for the sheer pleasure of it. People who actually read--what brand of subversive activity is this? It's the zine brand of subversive activity, and a highly recommended one it is, too. Craziness and lunacy seem to be carefully edited out, and what we're left with is still fascinating commentary on what's Out There, it's just that it happens to be expressed very well. And this issue, Vol. 8 #42, takes a sneak peek into the cheap laughs department with a selection of quotes from our current, unintentionally hilarious, and selected rather than elected President, Mr. Shrub himself. So go ahead, frighten your family and friends who probably don't know what the word means and join the clerisy today. Just $2 or trade from Brant Kresovich, P.O. Box 404, Getzville, NY 14068-0404.

Many is the time I've heard of a zinc called THE INNER SWINE, and now I can say I've read it, too. And not just any issue, but the special theme on depression. It was actually not depressing at all to read; one might go so far as to say, it was rather a hoot. Without question, Jeff and his cronies (who say they accept submissions, but do most of the writing anyway) write with a twinkle in the eye. How can you really, truly be depressed when you're titling stuff, "You Wouldn't Know Crazy if Charles Manson was Eating Fruit Loops on Your Front Porch," that's what I want to know. Plus, the Inner Swine Suicide Enabling System--which is a hilarious read, but you wouldn't have thought of it unless you had an inner swine in the first place. $2 (a frickin' bargain, as it rightly says on the cover) from Jeff Somers, 293 Griffith St. (#9), Jersey City, NJ 07307. Or, of course, you could really rack up the savings with a full subscription, $5 per year.

Someone once sent a mild criticism my way because I tend to write positive zine reviews. In reply, I said something like, yo, waddaya want me to do if I happen to like the material that comes my way? And for yet more stuff I happen to like, there's MUSEA, which both covers what's happening in the arts, and advises you not to trust anything glossy--generally good advice. #97 was a special issue on education, with a feature article asking the (basically unnecessary) question, Is There a Dunce Cap Big Enough to Fit Every School in America? You know you'll enjoy reading that! Then, #98 returns to the usual, including the contest and ways to win Free Cash. There is an art revolution going on, you know, and one of the ways you can get involved is to start thinking. This zinc will give you a kick start in case. you need one. And the choice is yours: free sample issue, $6 for 6 months, or $10 for one year. Art S. Revolutionary, 4000 Hawthorne (#5), Dallas, TX 75219.

Finally out of me this time, there's SLUGFEST LTD., The International Zine of New Voices. That pretty much tells you what to expect, with editors as well as contributors from an impressive variety of nations around the world. Whether or not you're going to like this zine depends mostly on how you like your contents. If, let's say, you insist on everything revolving around a particular subject, then just say thanks but no thanks. If the thought of poetry--ANY poetry, even just a tiny little haiku--causes you to break out in a sweat, then the less said, the better. But if you're curious to see how our fellow planet dwellers are expressing themselves, you might want to check out a copy. You might even find yourself inspired to send in some of your own scribblings--hard to imagine, I know, but then, you can never tell when inspiration will strike. A sample copy of this full-sized zine is $5.50 from SlugFest Ltd., P.O. Box 1238, Simpsonville, SC 29681-1238. (See? This just proves my point about never being able to tell: when someone mentions South Carolina, you don't immediately think of an international litzine, do you? But here it is!)

William P. Tandy (Eight-Stone Press)


I have been placed under arrest on a charge that has no name.

But you’ll have to wait for the rest of that story, because, right now, it’s time for lunch.

It’s this sort of attention - equal time, as it were - to the Details, large and small, that keeps me corresponding with Eric Lyden. The smallest facial creases that belie which muscles, and expressions, are used most often. An obvious change in the weather or a favorite soft drink. The corroded heart of reasoning, no matter how heinous or beautiful. Camus at 7-11, where he lays his money on the counter just the same, whether he likes it or not.

Mr. Lyden readily holds the mirror before the crowd, but unlike many others that are all-too-willing to try the same, he does so from within the heart of the Swarming Menace, revealing, in the process, his own reflection as well. He is the fish that walks like a man, moving constantly, desperately, just to be able to breathe, because to stop means death. Most impressive, indeed, from the man that taught me All I Know about the WCW.

True, he’s not the only such face in that crowd, but I haven’t known of many others. Paul, an old friend of mine, is the only person that leaps to mind. And it was of Paul that I was reminded upon reading that first letter from Mr. Lyden.

Ah, yes, Paul.
The phone rang.
“It’s Paul.”
His voice was calm but severe.
“What’s the matter?”
“Well,” he said. “I just got back to my room. I was down the hall taking a shower, just standing there, thinking about work and life and things in general, and that’s when it hit me.”
Christ, I thought, a communal bathroom. What a place to have an epiphany.
But it sounded serious. Life-altering, even.
“What the hell happened?”
“I looked down,” he said, “and that’s when it dawned on me: I’m not even breaking a fucking inch! It was damned cold in there.”

That’s fucking great, Paul, I thought. Thanks for the insight.

But even Freud took care to point out that, despite all else, a cigar is still, sometimes, just that and nothing more.

Which is an important thing to remember, because there’s a fuck of a lot in the world that is what it is, and just as much that is that and then some. And Mr. Lyden, the FISH WITH LEGS, precariously straddles that chasm, moving, swimming, walking, evolving…

Trying to breathe.

$1+stamp/trade; Eric Lyden, 224 Moraine St., Brockton, MA 02301; Ericfishlegs@aol.com

Kate Haas (Miranda)

It turns you into a sleep-deprived zombie, makes you question your sanity, impairs the powers of correspondence, and sends you careening through the extremes of exhilaration and despair. At the same time, you get to go to work in your pajamas, and are afforded endless opportunities to act as silly as you want, all in front of an adoring audience. Ah, parenthood! But most babies do take naps (eventually), and in these all-too-brief respites from the fray, the zine-reading parent (or anyone, for that matter) may wish to peruse one of the following.

122 Dean St., Brooklyn, NY 11201
#9 By far my favorite parenting publication, and easily one of the best zines I’ve read, Ayun’s accounts of life with her daughter Inky (and recent addition Milo), copiously illustrated with hilarious cartoons, kick butt over most “parenting” literature. Ayun’s vignettes capture the turbulence and humor of life with kids, without being at all cutesy. A recent issue (#9) featured a description of the logistics involved in leaving the house with a toddler and infant, and a list of the evil characteristics of her occasional alter-ego, “Bitch Mother” (“#15: breaking the golden rule right and left; #1: frumpy old clothes which she hates; #16: pinched and humorless”). The issue’s highlight was the account of the birth of Milo (“And then, boy howdy, I’ve never been so happy to feel like acid has been splashed on my genitals because you know what that means! A head! A big one like his mother’s!”). The East Village Inky is a revitalizing read for this mama. It reminds me that despite chaos, fatigue, and getting peed on regularly, parenthood really is exciting, adventurous and HIP! (There is a more recent issue, but it was last seen within reach of Mr. Baby, and is probably in shreds by now.)

#12 By far my favorite publication relating to parenthood, and easily one of the best zines I’ve read, Ayun’s accounts of life with her daughter Inky - routinely portrayed in a "f#@* all y’all" t-shirt - and recent addition Milo, copiously illustrated with hilarious cartoons, kick butt over most "parenting" literature. Ayun’s vignettes capture the turbulence and humor of life with kids, without falling victim to the dreaded Cutesy Syndrome. The latest issue offers a travelogue of Brooklyn spots, instructions for making a zine, and confessions of a sporadic housekeeper, ("I tried to honor my home by flicking lavendar scented water…frankly, my home was too gross to enjoy the ritual"). Plus video and zine reviews, and a wonderful drawing of Ayun shampooing her two kids while singing, "Glow Little Glowworm." The East Village Inky is a revitalizing read for this mama. It reminds me that despite chaos, fatigue, and getting peed on regularly, parenthood really can be exciting, adventurous and HIP!

P.O. Box 12525, Portland OR 97212
Hip Mama, “The Parenting Zine” is a reader-written zine containing an eclectic assortment of articles, poetry, music reviews and advice. It’s feminist, progressive, indignant, funny, and supportive of moms outside the mainstream of motherhood, especially teen moms (Ariel Gore, the editor/publisher was one, so she knows). This issue’s got a memoir of growing up in the Unification Church (sad and scary) music reviews (Ida, the Dolly Ranchers, Jai Agnish, Giant Sand), and an article about a bunch of folks in Portland who get together to sing union songs (sign me up!). There’s also words of wisdom on raising daughters (“We fear they will say something about us that we can’t bear to hear.”), and a profile of the Hip Mama of the Year, a coordinator for a food bank. My favorite in this issue was a piece ripping into the recent ad campaign to prevent teen pregnancy, which features pictures of teen with words like “cheap”, “reject” and “dirty”. Just what a pregnant teen needs to hear. HM can contain somewhat froofy stuff, represented this time by the nearly incomprehensible ramblings of a woman who apparently wants welfare mothers to move to Hawaii and live with the “whales and dolphins [who] bear witness to and dance to our aspirations of love.” But on the whole, this zine is well worth the money and its arrival gladdens the stressed-out souls of mamas everywhere.

8315 Lake City Way NE, PMB 192, Seattle WA 98115
10 Things focuses on the punk-underground-hardcore community, and is not a zine about parenting. However, in an issue that came out in ’99 (and was reprinted in The Zine Yearbook), editor Dan Halligan decided to interview a bunch of punk parents, to find out how they managed to “work, raise and support a kid, and still have any time left for punk and hardcore in their lives.” The result, “I Can’t Believe I Have Punk Rock Parents!” is a most insightful set of interviews. I have no connection at all to this community, yet I was struck by how universal the concerns and joys of parenthood are. When one of the parents laments that there are no playrooms in places where bands play, and another rhapsodizes about the sight of her kid’s “cute little naked butt running around the house,” I knew exactly how they felt. The interviews touch on religion, birth, breastfeeding, music, and the philosophical reasons for having children. Although not all three-year-olds necessarily enjoy dancing to the Misfits and Bikini Kill, every person striving to stay true to their values and raise up kids at the same time (or considering it) will find common ground with these punk rock parents.

316 S. Willard Ave., Hampton, VA 23663
Subtitled, "A journal of poetic terrorism, radical motherhood, and practical autonomy," Eat Yer Heart Out, Martha deals with "parenting, sustainable living, independent health care and mental health". I really enjoyed this zine, which is a nifty combination of passionately personal writing and instructions for cool DIY projects. Candyce tells why and how she homeschools her eight-year-old son, describes her struggle with manic depression and the doctors who sought to "treat" her, and explains various methods of natural birth-control. She gives advice on growing plants from grocery store items (sweet potatoes, beans, limes and the like), and tells you how to make such items of homemade fashion as a duct tape belt, soap, hand-dipped candles, and a skirt from a pillowcase. Candyce is an articulate and powerful writer; she comes accross as the kind of person you’d want to live next door to, so that you could do neat projects together, while hashing out the most complex issues of life.

Violet Jones (Spunk)


There are many walls around us in the world today; all of them are barriers we could do without. Who built these walls? What holds them up? These are questions which I would have answers for, but there are walls around the answers, too. There are two ways to look at the underground press. Most people see it as a dried up, empty stream, with a damp spot or a trickle in places. Look further up along its course-- there you will find a wall, a mighty wall, an official, almighty WALL. This wall is, in fact, a dam, and behind it lies a vast and sparkling reservoir-- the world of zines.

Once I tapped this reservoir in earnest, I was awash in fresh and vigorous ideas. At the moment, I am completely inundated; there is no way to stop the incoming rush now-- not that I'd care to. My empty stream runs deep and swift once more. The walls that kept my world so dry have buckled, and fallen! This is what a truly FREE press can do for people: it lets us see the world for what it truly is, not what it gets paid to look like. To me, zines (on PAPER) are the wellspring of free thought amid the tempestuous, overwhelming, and ultimately undrinkable sea of "mainstream" mantra and. dogma.

This is not to say that having to SWIM all the time is just fun and laughs and squirting water. As I said before, I am inundated, flooded, SWAMPED with zines at the moment, I mean hundreds of them, and so a certain review-burnout is taking hold of me. I think the main problem with reviewing zines is that a zine is above all meant to be read, not just read about. This is always in the back of my mind when I am reading a zine I enjoy, and want to share with others.

It is so much better to just put the zine into another person's HANDS, and let them review it for themselves. Well, dear reader, I am not beside you now, though I'd like to think that is your sigh I hear so gently sounded by my cheek. All I can really give you is the next best thing-- a glimpse of the strange and beautiful fish in the zine-stream at the moment, written as I sit up on its bank and rest my limbs for a spell. From where I sit so contemplative and melancholy, I can see clear down to the river bottom; and among the countless living things I see, these are the ones whose colors shine brightest as they pass me by:

Fred Argoff
1800 Ocean Pkwy. #B-12 Brooklyn, NY 11223
($2/trade; 24 pp. digest)
Charming, detailed, endearing zine all about Fred's beloved hometown. Filled with gorgeous photos taken by Fred. Theme issue: abandoned buildings. Inspired!

Richard Freeman 513 N. Central Ave. Fairborn, OH 45324
($3 US/$4 WORLD; 12 pp. newsletter)
Top-shelf zine about sex and the sex "industry." Intelligent, enlightened, often humorous. All-text. Classy and raunchy at the same time.

Kyle Bravo PO BOX 14523 Richmond, VA 23221
($2-$3/donation; 112 pp. digest)
Massive and diverse compilation of DIY tips from zines. Includes making wine, vegan photo-developing, g-spot tips, car maintenance, human-hair paintbrushes, and on and on. A keeper; a bargain!

Sean Stewart 2216 Terrace Way Columbia, SC 29205
($2 US/$3 WORLD; 28 pp. digest)
Read-in-one-sitting personal narratives palmetto bugs, working shit-jobs with a college degree in pocket; getting married the simple way, defeating alcoholism, hating the telephone. Excellent conversational writing.

Karl Thomsen POBOX 2061 Winnipeg, MB R3C-3R4 **CANADA
($4; 40 pp. full-size PLUS 20 pp. half-legal)
"Beyond Words 2s Underground Wordless Comic Chaos." Packed with superb comic art, collected from around the world. No words. Burst its seams with fantastic artwork-- 20-page supplement is included to display the spillover. A magnificent DIY publishing achievement.

John Porcellino POBOX 881 Elgin, IL 60121
($2; 32 pp. digest)
Eye-pleasing, accomplished line-drawings about a young man's life. Earthy and sweet.

Ken Miller POBOX 101 Newtown, PA 18940
($1/trade; 12 pp. digest)
"Weekend in Hell." Visit a friend who lives in unbelievably trashy circumstances feel deep sadness for her troubled son, a lovable and sorely neglected boy of 8. Also: the usual extensive list of active, up-to-date mail-art contacts.

John Johnson POBOX 8145 Reno, NV 89507
($3; 68 pp. digest)
Lucid, interesting, hopeful essays about living life without telling others what to do. News from the wire services you don't see in the newspapers (Johnson works for a paper). Matter-of-fact style-- truthful, candid, understanding. Thoroughly engrossing and enriching.

Davida Gypsy Breier (Leeking Ink & The Glovebox Chronicles)

Due to the gap between issues I had a teeming box of stuff to review. If your zine isn’t reviewed below it is possible I set it aside for the next issue. I’m sorry the reviews are shorter and blunter than usual. I debated with quality over quality, but decided that all the zines listed below had value and to include as many as possible.

Zines that Stand Out from the Rest

An Eight-Stone Press Publication
I should have sent a copy of this out to another reviewer, but I forgot to, thus you get the most biased review in this whole issue. He is gifted with the ability to create dialog that throws you into the settings he paints. Chasing Snakes in Charm City is a tale told of St. Patrick’s Day…Baltimore style. “ Recommended.
William P. Tandy
PO Box 963, Havre de Grace, MD 21078
esp@leekinginc.com; www.leekinginc.com

Ok, technically Cali doesn’t have a new paper version of any of his publications available, but his website is really worth your time. He is putting all sorts of new content online. Check out www.diacritica.com if you want first hand accounts of what is really going on in the world; “CNN is too busy saluting the cascade of a few megatons of western technology on Kabul to notice (and probably wouldn't care anyway), but war has broken out in the Georgian breakaway province of Abkhazia, and there's a very real possibility that Moscow may be pulled into the conflict.”
Cali Ruchala
His is moving soon, so check the website for a new address: www.diacritica.com

DWAN #30
If you like poetry, you’ll love Dwan. If you enjoy the revelations of letters and journals, this is for you. A favorite since I got hooked on this zine stuff. (I’m currently reading #31 and it is fantastic!)
$2 (free to prisoners)
Donny Smith
PO Box 411, Swarthmore, PA 19081
Dsmith3@swarthmore.edu; www.geocities.com/westhollywood/village/6982

A Ped Xing Comic
The Falling Contest is Androo’s “broken-fingered, split-lipped, scraped-kneed, busted-nosed, front-teeth-knocked-out valentine to sisters and brothers everywhere.” The art and story are beautiful, as always. He also has a new mini-mini, “Satan Scores a Babe,” which is more perverse than his usual fare. Send this man money now before he gets all famous and isn’t as easily swayed by dollar bills in the mail!
A buck for each, send a SASE for a catalog.
Androo Robinson
2000 NE 42nd Ave. #302 Portland, OR 97213
Pedxing@geeklife.com; www.leekinginc.com/pedxing

FARM PULP #’S 37, 40, 41
#37 Millenial Dinner Music
#40 Fringe Element
#41 The Birthplace of Aviation
Each time I read an issue of Farm Pulp, I am reminded that some of the finest modern writers are not limited to bookstore shelves, and are, in fact, among us. I look forward to reading a new Farm Pulp in the same way I look forward to reading a new Tom Robbins or Kurt Vonnegut book. There is something about Gregory’s writing style that greatly appeals to me. Oh, and the design part deserves equal merit. Recommended.
Issue #41 is $5, back issues are $3.
Gregory Hischak
PO Box 2151, Seattle, WA 98111

Stern Words for Readers
Brant’s deceptively simply format for talking about books and things that interest him is quite engaging. This one covers work issues, Charles Manson, humiliation, the Stanford Prison Experiment, the Byzantine Empire, and the 8th World Wide Party. Also include are letters and Brant’s responses. If you read for personal enjoyment, you’ll probably like this.
$2/Trade/The Usual
Brant Kresovich
PO Box 404, Getzville, NY 14068

Throbbing Orange issue from June 2001
Winter/Spring 2001
I love The Dog. It is a smart look at nonsense. The ladies will fill your head with circus peanuts, tests for sexual attraction, bad candy, mind maps, surrealist games for slumber parties, “The Beats,” the definition of “yobs,” Auntie Mame, and Rizzo. Fun!
Jenny & Serena Makofsky and Megan
465 38th St.
Oakland, CA 94609

“A source for practical and inspirational DIY guides to actively pursuing more independent, self-sufficient and empowering lifestyles.” This thick zine covers everything from making a woodstove to how to play a guitar to wine and puppet making and toilet repair. Contributions and reprints come from all over zinedom. Cool collection of ideas and suggestions.
Kyle Bravo
PO Box 14523, Richmond, VA 23221

Ya know, it is sort of irritating how Jeff manages to fill 60 pages every other month, do it well, and make it appear so effortless. Christ, if he didn’t drink so much he’d probably escalate to 150 pages a month…then again if he didn’t drink so much, there probably wouldn’t be the same fuel to his fire. Anyhow, each issue is packed full of his commentary on life, really good fiction (which makes it easy to see why he has also recently published a book), and more to round out the bulging issues. Very worth your time.
Jeff Somers
PO Box 3024, Hoboken, NJ 07030
mreditor@innerswine.com; www.innerswine.com

Dave has been on a hiatus from zine publishing for the last few years, but he is back with a new (relatively) personal zine. This lovely publication is an ode to all things geeky! As he says in the introduction it is “a zine for and about geeks, geek culture, geek topics, geek issues, etc.” He introduces us to some of his favorite geeky things, such as the Apollo Guidance Computer, Unix vs. Mac, software reviews, website architecture, audio-gear, favorite movies, books, tv shows, and albums. I’ve known Dave for years, but I learned a lot about him I didn’t know reading this. The design, complete with spiral binding and color cover on colored cardstock, is beautiful.
c/o Leeking Inc.
PO Box 963, Havre de Grace, MD 21078
dave@minusonezine.org; www.minusonezine.org

Dave does an excellent job revealing pieces of his life, beliefs, and character while documenting his often torturous position as a special education substitution education assistant. His writing is honest, with a dead-pan style, “I experienced two firsts: my first toileting duties (I had to help a kid take off his overalls and diaper, get on the toilet, then dress again), and my first kick in the testicles. She didn’t mean to, but she didn’t particularly care that she did.”
Dave Roche
5415 N. Albina #314, Portland, OR 97217

Emergency Room Stories
I started reading this and couldn’t put it down. “PMZ is a collection of stories, urban legends, and 100% true events. We are attempting to document obscure modern folklore. History isn’t simply made up of big events covered by CNN.” And thus you get a painful taste of what life is like in the emergency room. The stories are wild and generally well-written. Not for the squeamish, but then again, life’s not for the squeamish. St. Marks Operation on the back cover is a riot. Excellent, fun-to-read layout. Recommended.
$1 via post/free elsewhere
PO Box 20223, New York, NY 10009

This is the Fifth Anniversary Issue. Speaking of which, I think any zine publisher that sticks around for 5 years should get a plaque or free stamps or something. Larry evaluates QECE’s success, and covers the tactics of right-to-lifers on college campuses, patriotism, World Car-Free Day, the addictive behavior of Americans, voting, Labor Day, and Larry’s anniversary trip to Cape Cod. His essay about “Conflict Diamonds” was especially interesting. As much as I knew about jewelry, I never thought of how diamonds fund wars. I read this right after Sept. 11th, and despite having been written in the months prior, the topics and tone were quite timely.
Larry Nocella
406 Main St. #3C, Collegeville, PA 19426

It has been a couple of years between issues of this zine, but it was worth the wait. There was always a certain tone in Sludge Pond that I liked, a sweetness, and this issue is no different. She has graduated college and has been working as a children’s librarian. And example of the true nature of her job is revealed, “’Just so you know,’ the girl says, ‘I got sick and threw up in that book, but my mom cleaned it off real good, so now you can’t even tell. It doesn’t even smell! Go ahead, sniff!’” This is a particularly good example of the per-zine where you finish the last page feeling like you have spent time with a person, not just their words.
Maria K.
PO Box 356, Hatfield, PA 19440

Violet shows us what is possible when you have boundless faith in independent media, a sharp design sense, interesting ideas, and a superb silkscreen set-up. I was wowed by the last issue, but this one goes even further. This limited edition of 400 was all handwritten and silkscreened and bound by hand on brown kraft paper. Violet introduces us the latest batch of zines chosen for burial in a time capsule in Joshua Tree, CA. Also included in the issue is “Think for Yourself,” an essay by Hugh Mansfield, an article on the government’s attempt at species control, detailed instructions on “How to Print with Silkscreen,” dialogs with readers, and zine reviews. This is well-worth your time and $.
Violet says it is free, but sending at least $3 would be the right thing to do.
Violet Jones
PO Box 55336, Hayward, CA 94545

Don’t get excited, there isn’t a new issue or anything, I just happened to pick up a few early issues of this zine at Atomic Books and was reminded just how good Thrift Score was. If you’ve never read Thrift Score and you like to thrift, get a few copies, you’ll be glad you did. Order directly from Al Hoff or from Atomic Books (see page 41).
Al Hoff
PO Box 90282, Pittsburgh, PA 15224
al@girlreporter.com; members.tripod.com/~Al_Hoff/

Personal Zines

Catlin took me to task about my review of Anywhere but Here in the last issue. I admit it wasn’t a fair review, but much of what she presented was a defensive view of being a teenage sex worker. I didn’t know how to write a review covering that. In her latest issue she presents a more rounded examination of her life and experiences. She discusses crushes, childhood fears, sexual experiences in high school, sleeping in libraries, and friends.
PMB 143, 603 W. 13th St., #1A, Austin, TX 78701-1795

This is a thin, inexplicable collection of essays. There are romantic meetings in the library, sheets assigned to sex work and sheet assigned for sleeping, finding the name Woodruff on a grave, and Port Authority. Fact? Fiction? Regardless, the writing is interesting.
Meg Woodruff
148 Park Pl., Santa Cruz, CA 95060

This is a good idea for a zine – take someone old enough to have endless stories and a capable editor and you’ve got Craig Kingsbury Talkin’. Kristy, Craig’s daughter, collects his stories, as well as those of his friends. In this issue Doug Dias offers stories about Craig.
RR1, Box 592
Vineyard Haven, MA 02568

The Recreation Issue
This zine gets credit for making me laugh and snicker all by myself in the middle of Penn Station. They fondly reflect upon their strip mall of youth, bagels, attempts to buy Girl Scout outfits for costumes, people who watched them when they were kids, and a Chris Knox show.
The passage that caused the uncontrolled snickers:
“…That night Scamp [a fat Chihuahua] wore a plaid, Christmas cape and was perched on a pillow on his mother’s lap in the car.
At Arthur’s grandparents house lives a freaky, perverted poodle named Andy. As Scamp entered the house, Andy followed him around, bouncing off all the nearby furniture, just to get a good shot at Scamp’s dick. Andy couldn’t get enough of Scamp’s dick.”

Julie’s account of unwittingly ending up in a forest in Denmark at a Dungeons and Dragons event surrounded by large Danish men and equally large slugs was also side-splittingly funny. Recommended.
Liz Saidel and Julie Halpern
PO Box 6074, Buffalo Grove, IL 60089

In this debut issue, Jessica theorizes that Maryland’s high cancer rate is correspondent with the local obsession of devouring blue crabs. She and her friend Ashley were extras in “Cecil B, Demented.” I think that article was a tad short, but then again I milked the “Homicide” thing for as many issues as I could. Scary dating stories, poetry, and local color. Good first issue.
Jessica W.
401 Gristmill Xing, Severna Park, MD 21146-2321

Forty-Two shares Mark’s interests, which include exploring his new neighborhood, mass transit, baseball, pirate radio, and APA’s. There is a conversational rambling to his stories. He offers readers letters and responses similar to For the Clerisy.
Mark Strickert
2100 W. Commonwealth #238, Fullerton, CA 92833

As I passed through Bellingham, WA this summer, I went on a local tour with Karlos (Throwrug). A girl walked up to us and gave us copies of her freshly printed zine. This is the type of zine utopia he lives in. Anyhow, a few weeks after I got home I was able to sit down and read In My Room. I don’t generally throw the word “sweet” around, but it is the one adjective I keep coming back to regarding this zine. Serene is a recent graduate who works as a dishwasher, gets crushes, travels to New York, gets mistaken for a boy, enjoys post-structuralism, and goes to shows. She adapts a college presentation on Eminem and racial identity for the zine. Very approachable per-zine.
No price listed ?$1-2
914 North Garden, Bellingham, WA 98225

LIME #6 & #7
This zine has been around since 1996. It is mostly autobiographical, with a scrapbook feel. Some fiction, but mostly essay, dialog, and comics. Friendly.
6066 Shingle Creek Pkwy, #148, Brooklyn Center, MN 55430

These were fun issues that the old F5 would probably have described as “medley.” There are stories of a landlord and a hole in the roof, song lyrics, attending a Jerry Springer taping, fiction, and more. The introduction to his comic, The Blood of Christ (#4) is an interesting examination of being paid as an artist/writer. He “quantifies joy” by applying his daily wage to the hours he poured into the comic, then he asks several people how they would value the comic. He also takes us with him to Amsterdam. Meniscus is a fun read.
$2 #’s 1-2
$3 #’s 3-4
Matt Fagan
1573 N. Milwaukee Ave. PMB #464 Chicago, IL 60622

Miranda has been a favorite from the very first issue. This is the “All Baby All the Time” issue, as Kate has recently become a mother. She discusses her delivery and trying to name the baby, “If we had gone by what he looked like, his birth certificate would now read, ‘Red and Wrinkled Haas Barbarasch’…” There were problems in the beginning because Simon wasn’t thriving on breastmilk alone and Kate discusses her disappointment. He also became very ill with the flu and was hospitalized. Always stimulating, intelligent, and well-written.
Kate Haas
3510 SE Alder St., Portland, OR 97214

This mini-zine details Denise’s job working as a university telemarketer and her current job with the Women’s Health Initiative. She also argues that Friday the 13th Part III is the ultimate horror film. Short, but a good introduction.
4800 University Dr. Apt 1-H, Durham, NC 27707

Growing and Moving
While this zine follows a year in the life of student at Roland Park Day School, I was stunned to realize that the narrator was only 13. Hannah makes her life in Baltimore, the desire to get into the School for the Arts, and her subsequent move to New Jersey interesting to read. The raw, intensity of being young is captured in real-time. A Precocious and promising writer.
PO Box 1375, Princeton, NJ 08542

This zine covers the experiences and travels of Wylie starting with a trip to Active Resistance in 1998. Wylie drives cross-country to Toronto and leaves by way of freight train. The writing is sharp and engaging. “There is a special place in hell for motorists who honk and give the ‘thumbs up’ sign when passing hitchhikers.” If you like decent travel writing, you’ll surely enjoy this, I know I did.
PO Box 540304, Houston, TX 77254-0304

Jerianne’s zines are always worthwhile. She delves further and further into her personal life. In this issue she updates us on her life in Berkeley. She also explains how she and David took a trip and opened the door to a relationship together. She has a pregnancy scare and goes to Planned Parenthood. Regular features include rejected band names and the stories behind them and death’s corner (all sorts of interesting death facts). Recommended.
NEW ADDRESS PO Box 330156, Murfreesboro, TN 37133-0156

This issue starts with “The Paxil Diaries,” “Depression: Is the glass half empty or half full. Who the fuck cares about the glass? Paxil: Is the glass empty or half full? Either way, it’s cool.” She gives an incomplete account of first kisses. Her customer complaint list is frightening. Restaurant reviews for half-hour lunch breaks, a pregnancy scare, “Urinary Tract Reflections,” and more round out the issue.
Katherine Raz
5741 N. Ridge Apt. 3NE, Chicago, IL 60660

A Corvid Revue Corvus Publication
Dave shoots and edits video segments for a regional news program. Dave had worked on storyboards for an action sequence that would have taken three cameras and 33 different takes from each camera. The segment was never produced, so he reprints the storyboards here. He also explains about other segments he’s worked on and shares those storyboards.
Dave Hatton
NEW ADDRESS 2087 Pleasant Hill Rd., Pleasant Hills, CA 94523

#44 (Pecking Like the Postman) offers up the 7th Annual Cult Figure issue with Abraham Lincoln. Ken reprints artwork from dozens of contributors. #45 (Wallowing with the Postman) details “Weekend in Hell or Mary’s Friends and Why I Hate Them, Part 2.” Always a good read.
Stamps, 1 IRCs, or something cool in trade
Ken Miller
PO Box 101, Newtown, PA 18940
Kenbmiller@aol.com; members.aol.com/satpostman

Frances explores death in this issue. “The experts say about serial killers, that once they get you in the car, you’re a goner. That’s the way it is with Italians and grief. Once they get in grief’s car and slam the door, they never come back in one piece.” She offers sidebars on “Ten Best Ways to Die,” “Ten Worse Ways to Die,” and more. There are several contributors, as well as books Frances has read since the last issue and brief reviews. You can also “Dial-a-Death” with a hand rotary phone (remember those!) and address book. Her creative centerfolds deserve some sort if recognition.
$2 cash/stamps
Frances Biscotti PO Box 8782, Erie, PA 16505

SORE #12
At first I thought this was going to be another newsprint zine filled with cd reviews for bands I had never heard of. While there are several pages of music reviews, the rest of the issue offers a nice balance of essay, personal accounts, zine reviews, and fiction. Worth your time.
Taylor Ball
PO Box 68711, Virginia Beach, VA 23471
SOREzine@aol.com; members.aol.com/basspro14

Teenage Stories and Lots More
This thick issue is Misun’s look back at her teenage years. She reprints lots of photos of herself and her family. Her teen years spanned 1978-1985. She grew up in suburbia and faced racism (she is Korean-American), as well as the social stigmas of glasses, intelligence, hair that refused to feather, and a flat-chest. Readers respond to questions such as “The first concert you went to…” There are sections on sign-language, hand-drawn fashions, and much more. Very full issue.
$3 + 4 stamps
Misun Oh
NEW ADDRESS 101 Arbor St., SF, CA 94131

This is my favorite issue of That Girl yet. Kelli does a good job telling the story of going to Eastern Europe in 1996 to visit her father as he worked on the movie “The Peacemaker.” There is evidence of an older editor, but the fresh reactions of her experiences. These include interactions with George Clooney, the town hub – K-mart, and traveling with her younger brother. Recommended.
PO box 27894, Los Angeles, CA 90027
Bottle_blondie@hotmail.com; www.livejournal.com/users/misscallis

It is obvious Sean put a lot of thought into this issue. Instead of the standard “my job sucks!” article, he explains when his job didn’t suck and what happened to make it suck. He ties this into industry and social changes. He also worked as a cleaner and explains how he came to clean a mausoleum one night. He was diagnosed with scoliosis when he was 13, and at 20 he had to have surgery. He had been very insecure and embarrassed by the problem and is now able to talk about it. There are additional articles and all are interesting and well-written. Recommended.
Sean Stewart
2216 Terrace Way, Columbia, SC 29205
sean@thoughtworm.com; www.thoughtworm.com

Kelley is a 5th year college student studying photography. This issue delves into dreams, journal entries, dealing with jealousy, and more. There are also a few zine reviews.
Kelley J. White
1409 Mullins Drive, Plano, TX 75025

Each issue of this long-running zine is better than the last. In #10 we learn that Angela has finished school and is getting married. She has been with Bruce for nine years, and now that school is done, the red tape that was the problem has been removed. She’s had some bad job experiences and part three of Employment Hell is quite funny. Kittigrrrl contributes some helpful computer information in “Geek Grrrls Unite!” and Angela offers some pointers on buying a computer. Bruce contributes “Drilling for Lies: More Oil Industry Hype,” Kittigrrrl sounds off about the Confederate flag debate, and Angela offers up a personal view with several pages of “The Journal.”
NEW ADDRESS P.O. Box 1098, Grover Beach, CA 93483
lagomorf@wishbonezine.com; www.wishbonezine.com

Zen Baby is a cornucopia of cut and paste images and words. There are poems by Christopher and several other contributors. Christopher reports on the SF Anarchist Book Fair. There is also a review of Christopher’s neighborhood and the transcript of an anonymous message left on an answering machine. Vernon Maulsby, an incarcerated transsexual offers his take on the Bill Price issue. Somewhat scattered, but of all the issues of Zen Baby I’ve read, this is the one that I felt I could connect with.
Christopher Robin
PO Box 1611, Santa Cruz, CA 95061

Passions, Obsessions, and Politics

I feel really guilty about this – I got several issues of Cashiers du Cinemart at the UPC last year. I put them on my “to-read” shelf, instead of the “to-read” stack, and accidentally forgot about them. If you love weird cinema, or just cinema in general, there is much to love about CdC.
Mike White
PO Box 2401
Riverview, MI 48192-2401 USA

C.H.U.N.K. 666
To Heed the Moronic Dictum
After a few pages, their glee at building and riding bikes had become infectious. I wished I lived somewhere where I could bike to everything and even build my own set of wheels. Some of their creations are closer to sculptural than transportation. The bike as a political statement, the bike as a firework display, it is all in here.
$3 pp
Megulon 5
PO Box 5791, Portland, OR 97228-5791
Megulon5@dclxvi.org; www.dclxvi.org/chunk

New Perspectives on Politics, Culture, Media, and Life If you seek news and view from independent, first-hand sources, this is a great read. I’m rather impressed with the job that Jen and Jason do with Clamor. Recommended.
$4 ($20/6 issue subscription)
Jen Angel and Jason Kucsma
PO Box 1225, Bowling Green, OH 43402
clamormagazine@hotmail.com; www.clamormagazine.org

Rachel at Atomic Books pointed this one out to me and I’m glad she did. Yeah, there is something sleazy and voyeuristic about reading found notes and mementos that were meant for private eyes, but it didn’t stop me from reading it. Everything from found and stolen signs and notes, to misaddressed emails. There is also an interview with Lynda Barry on the subject of scrounging. Every cover is different.
Davy Rothbart
PO Box 14364, Chicago, IL 60614
Foundmagazine@hotmail.com; www.foundmagazine.com

A zine devoted to candy! They review and wax poetically about candy, the way the French pontificate about fine wines. They eat nasty candy so you can read about it and avoid the gelatinous masses of sugar. This is fun.
$1 +stamp/Trade/Candy
Corina Fastwolf
PO Box 300152, Minneapolis, MN 55403


This was possibly the most open, personal issue of Booty yet. Anne has made reference to her friend Galen’s murder, but in this issue she shares the effects that grief continues to have on her. She also has a funny comic on mock personal ads. She’s still fighting with her dissertation, participating in the AIDS Walk in Philly, and working for the university.
$1 + .55 postage
Anne Thalheimer
5 Kells Ave., Apt 4, Newark, DE 19711

Suzanne has a way cool style. Watch how hard it is for one man to find the right words as one woman tries to find the right hat.
Suzanne Baumann
PO Box 12096, Hamtramck, MI 48212

One woman’s true stories of living with Multiple Personality Disorder Powerful. Wrenching. Recommended.
Madison Clell
2000 NE 42nd Ave., #302, Portland, OR 97213
madclell@teleport.com; www.cuckoocomic.com

The Drunken Master has gone all slick and colorful! If you like wresting, stylish comics, or The Hissyfits, this is definitely for you. Other features include a cigarette survey (with responses from smokers and non-smokers), video reviews, and reader letters.
Kiyoshi Nakazawa
C/o Shino Arihara, PO Box 51033, Pasadena, CA 91115

There is something oddly likable about this mini-comic. Each issue is a short, generally silly, story. Billy keeps track of the time he spends drawing the issues and it can range from an hour to a day.
2 stamps
Billy McKay
PO Box 542, N. Olmstead, OH 44070

Wow, smart, well-drawn, political cartoons with a distinctive style. Get this! Recommended.
Stephanie McMillian
PO Box 2083, Ft. Lauderdale, FL 33303
Steph@minimumsecurity.net; http://minimumsecurity.net/

Like a per-zine, only with pictures. This issue covers days large and small in Delaine’s life, including her wedding. Nice design.
1204 Cresthill Rd., Birmingham, AL 35213
delangel@hotmail.com; mysmallwebpage.cjb.net

I really enjoyed this one. Joe has a good writing voice in addition to an appealing about his drawing style. He discusses how he likes to draw curvaceous women, becoming a father, and sitting in his yard.
Joe Marshall
PO Box 40321, Tucson, AZ 85717

TILE #1-3
This sci-fi serialized comic is great! The art is superb and the character dialog is entertaining. Worth your time. $1/Trade/4 stamps
Billy McKay
PO Box 542, N. Olmstead, OH 44070

Kelly discusses the pets she’s had or known. These included a miniature dachshund that Kelly saved from almost choking. $1
Kelly Froh
1317 Boren Ave., Apt 206, Seattle, WA 98101

Zines with a Literary Bent

An Occasional Outburst
Nicely edited selection of fiction, poetry, and a few non-fiction pieces.
Gavin Grant
360 Atlantic Ave., PMB 132, Brooklyn, NY 11217
info@lcrw.net; www.lcrw.net

Tenny-tiny tomes filled with short poems. Nice style and decent writing!
Don Wentworth
282 Main St., Pittsburgh, PA 15201
lilliputreview@mailcity.com; donw714.tripod.com/lillieindex.html

This weighs in as the heaviest zine I’ve ever received. Matt collects art, poetry, stories, comics, and more from, well, a multitude of voices. He even has plans for a future issue on cd. He wants to publish people from all walks of life, so contact him if you are interested in being one of the voices. At 176 pages, there is quite an assortment to choose from, including contributions from Bobby Tran Dale, Delaine Derry, Chandra Cho, Tayte Bicknell, and many more.
He says free, but the postage alone is going to cost him nearly $3. Don’t be a cheapskate.
Matt Holdaway
1945 B Berryman St., Berkeley, CA 94709

Nice, well-produced mixture of articles, prose, art, poetry, and fiction. This issue includes the editor’s thumb sucking, the story of a flying boy, “The Many Emotions of Pasta,” filming the inaugural protests last January. Good start!
$2+50¢ shipping
Sara Schaefer

SKUNK’S LIFE #18 & #19
Always worthwhile! DB edits together a nice selection of writers, many from outside the mainstream of zineland. In #18 Carla Filisha discusses her mother’s death, while retaining her trademarked humor, “On his way up to give his eulogy my Uncle patted me on the ass, I guess it was his way of comforting me.” There is also a fun creature-featuresque story by Kiel Stuart. DB’s “Musty and Dusty Book Chat” has become a favorite feature. In #19 we are treated to heftier than usual issue (60 pages). In this one DB busts out with a whole cranky section and shows off his budding art skills. Stories include time traveling, the further adventures of Denzil Bond, and all sorts of things that drive DB crazy about the world. Recommended.
DB Pedlar
25727 Cherry Hill Rd., Cambridge Springs, PA 16403

This is a well-done, erudite literary zine printed in English and Bangla.
Stephanie McMillian and Shapon Majhi
PO Box 2083, Ft. Lauderdale, FL 33303
minsec@earthlink.net; home.earthlink.net/~twoeyesmagazine

This is a short story by Tim Weldzius, written “while sitting behind three inches of bulletproof glass at the Amoco on 96th Avenue and 143rd Street…” Cecil is lonely, and an encounter with a stranger leaves him with a handful of mysterious pills which create vivid dreams of childhood.
Tim Weldzius
22136 Princeton Circle, Frankfort, IL 60423

Pulp with a Pulse
This fiction-based zine offers stories by Jeff Somers, Ann Sterzinger, Jennifer Callahan, and Jim Monroe. Jeff’s story does a nice job capturing urban ennui and apathy. Loads of good storytellers in this one.
Frank j. Marcopolos
4809 Ave. N #117, Brooklyn, NY 11234
Whirligig21@aol.com; members.aol.com/whirligig21/whirligig.html

White Buffalo Gazette

I couldn’t figure out how to classify WHITE BUFFALO GAZETTE, so I gave up and gave it a heading of its own. I’ve got a stack of nine issues here, so it deserves its own heading! To explain, sort of, White Buffalo Gazette is a non-sequential publication that has been edited by several different people. The content is contributor-based and it has the feel of a zine community newsletter. Jeff Zenick published it for the last few years, and recently Larned Justin took over.

This final issue of Jeff’s is packed with regular contributors, including Ed Bolman, Delaine Derry Green, Matt Feazell, Violet Jones, James Kolchalka, John Porcellino, and many more. It weighs in at 81 pages, and I believe is $3.
Jeff Zenick
PMB 174, 210 Bradford Rd., Tallahasse, FL 32303

Recent topics have included Briget Reilly’s views on the “credentials” of homelessness researchers, a profile of George, a man with a drinking problem that Jeff Zenick befriended, and Great Moments in Rock and Roll. On a regular basis you’ll find fiction, art, cartoons, reviews, and reader letters. It is monthly.
$2 each/$24 for a 12 month sub
Larned Justin
PO Box 471, House Springs, MO 63051
candidcartoons@yahoo.com; http://go.to/candidcartoons

Honest to Goodness Perfect Binding!

Good lawd! Bobby has gone and collected some of his past issues, artwork, an interview with Playguy Magazine, and new material and rolled it into a book! Personally, I think he is an exceptionally talented artist and writer. It isn’t often you get both. If you love old B-movie horror, comics, and/or penises, this is a goldmine! 120 pages; B/W with a full color cover.
$20 (postage paid)
Bobby Tran Dale
botda@aol.com; www.homoeroticon.com

Suicide as a Xerox
I picked up a copy of this at Atomic Books. It is no wonder that there is now a Burn Collector book. The writing is damned sharp, witty, and engrossing.
“I’ve gotten into a lot of new things here,” she said, “electronic music. Raves.”
Electronic music? Raves? These interests, I have found, are much like Mormonism. Those who ascribe to them seem to possess an unearthly glow about them, as if they are constantly receiving encouraging pep talks from other planets via transmitters implanted in their brains.
Al Burian
Personal Mail: 307 Blueridge Rd., Carrboro, NC 27510
Order Sources: Stickfigure Distro PO Box 55462, Atlanta, GA 30308; www.stickfiguredistro.com; stickfigure@phyte.com; Atomic Books 1100 W. 36th Street, Baltimore, MD 21211; (410) 662-4444; info@atomicbooks.com; www.atomicbooks.com

Sometimes it is hard to tell if you are reading something that is purely autobiographical or vividly detailed literature or both. Regardless, this is a great read.
$2.50 postpaid, cash only
Aaron Cometbus
Orders: BBT, PO Box 4279, Berkeley, CA 94704
Letters: Cometbus, PO Box 4726, Berkeley, CA 94704

Francis O’Dowd creates a grimy, painful, ridiculous fantasy world for his characters. Wishhobbler succeeds in being a children’s story for adults, while never talking down to either. It is well-paced with beautiful drawings. If you like Lewis Carroll and Michael Ende, you might enjoy this.
Jam Jar Lurker & Son
PO Box 8883, Coatbridge ML5 3WF, UK

Review Zines

I had heard of this Canadian based (and legitimately Canadian biased) review zine, but didn't read a copy until I met editor Emily Pohl-Weary at the UPC. I was very impressed with the articles, as well as reviews. Well worth your time.
PO Box 203, Stn P, Toronto, ON M5S 2S7, Canada
Editor@brokenpencil.com; www.brokenpencil.com

This new well-produced publication covers zine reviews, film reviews (microcinema and independent), multimedia (ie, an episodic series that is Internet based), and comics. I really enjoy the diversity and scope of the topics covered.
Christopher Sharpe
PO Box 21141, Oklahoma City, OK 73156
indymedia@onebox.com; www.eyeballmagazine.com

Well-written, lengthy reviews by someone who loves zines. How can you go wrong?
4 or 5 stamps
Owen Thomas
PO Box 9651, Columbus, OH 43209
Vlorbik@delphia.com; member.aol.com/vlorbik

Nice selection of zine listings, mail art, book reviews, and more. 16 pages.
$3 for sample copy/trade/or letter of comment
Dale Speirs
Box 6830, Calgary, Alberta, Canada T2P 2E7

This is a long list of small press resources, zines, books, music, videos, and more for and/or by the Queer community.
2 33¢ stamps/IRCs/$1 overseas
PO Box 590488,San Francisco, CA 94159
larrybob@io.com; www.holytitclamps.com

Jerianne has taken over as editor of ARGttUP. I like what she is doing. The news section was as interesting as the reviews and helps remind us why independent media is so crucial.
$4 (cash, stamps, or checks with “pay to” left blank only)
NEW ADDRESS PO Box 330156, Murfreesboro, TN 37133-0156

Thousands of zines listed. The surveys, which rank a zine’s popularity within several demographics, seem to attract attention, both positive and negative. This issue offers a forum on zine related topics, with hundreds of responses from zinewriters. Great resource.
PO Box 5467, Evanston, IL 60204

Zinehead reviews review zines, letting you know where to send your zines or where to find some new reviews. He also has a list of international comic anthologies and distributors.
Karl Thomsen
PO Box 2061, Winnipeg, MB, R3C 3R4 Canada
mosfog@escape.ca; www.escape.ca/~mosfog

Places to Get Zines

ATOMIC BOOKS (Also, check out THE ATOMIC READER, a new zine about the store.)
1100 W. 36th Street, Baltimore, MD 21211; (410) 662-4444
info@atomicbooks.com; www.atomicbooks.com

3565 N. Morris Blvd., Shorewood, WI 53211
Echozinedistro@chickmail.com; www.geocities.com/echozinedistro

155 Harvard Ave., Allston, MA 02134; (617) 782-1313

2527 N. California Ave. 1st floor (South), Chicago, IL 60647
Perezeeb@yahoo.com; www.geocities.com/oddviolet28/main.html

1854 W. North Ave., Chicago, IL 60622; (773) 342-0910
info@quimbys.com; www.quimbys.com

PO Box 55462, Atlanta, GA 30308
www.stickfiguredistro.com; stickfigure@phyte.com

508 S. Fifth Street, Philadelphia, PA; (215) 413-0999
woodenshoe@rocketmail.com; www.thud.org/wooden.htm

And lastly the people responsible for this issue:

Androo Robinson
Ped Xing Comics
Send a stamp for a catalog
2000 NE 42nd Ave. #302 Portland, OR 97213
androo@leekinginc.com www.leekinginc.com/pedxing

Donny Smith
Predators and Prey in the Zine Community, pages 5-6; Reviews pages 13-15
$2/free to prisoners
PO Box 411, Swarthmore, PA 19081
dsmith3@swarthmore.edu; www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Village/6982

Eric Lyden
Reviews pages 7-12
Fish with Legs
224 Moraine St., Brockton, MA 02301

Fred Argoff
Reviews pages 16-17
Brooklyn! & Watch the Closing Doors
Quarterly issues are $2
1800 Ocean Pkwy. #B-12, Brooklyn, NY 11223

William P. Tandy
Review page 18
Eight-Stone Press
PO Box 11064, Baltimore, MD 21212
esp@leekinginc.com; www.leekinginc.com

Kate Haas
Reviews pages 19-20
Kate Haas
3510 SE Alder St., Portland, OR 97214

Violet Jones
Reviews pages 21-22
PO Box 55336, Hayward CA 94545

Davida Gypsy Breier
Reviews pages 24-33
Leeking Ink and The Glovebox Chronicles
PO Box 11064, Baltimore, MD 21212


If you are reviewed, remember that the reviewers are doing this out of a sense of community and a love for zines. None of us are getting paid. A quick thank you goes a long way to motivate us to keep trudging along. I can't guarantee I'll review everything I receive, but I'll do what I can. If you would like to send a zine (with a note!) for review direct it to: Davida Gypsy Breier, PO Box 11064, Baltimore, MD 21212

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