Tag Archives: Zine

Anthony Bourdain and the Lunar Eclipse

guess who finished a zine? thank you, lunar eclipse: through your little window of mantic possibility i slipped in a project millions of years (it seemed) in the making. of course, i’ve left on a trip today so it may be another week before it mails out, but i’m bringing the mother copy with me in the hopes of finding a copyshop and post office in the little fishing villages of the ecuadorian coast i’m heading to. sounds pretty impossible but i’m stubborn and bringing that shit with me, reality can eat it! or something.

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shout out to vellum

mailing costs from here are pretty wack, so now’s the best time to order the zine. again, i’m open to discounts, trades, whatevs. it isn’t perfect, but i’m so relieved it’s over so that i can get started with the second issue. if you’re into travel writing, photography and zines, you’ll like it, trust. by the way, if you’re an illustrator or designer or otherwise-inclined embellish-er of things, get in touch! i wanna work with you (re: i suck at sketching.)

i will be documenting some grassroots community projects here (ecuadorian coast) as well as writing about my time in yoga camps and whatnot, so if you’re around and know of any news of that sort; are an editor and want to publish my sage scribbles; or just a traveler wanting to say hi, holla! you can do that at heyitsbani at gmail dot com.

that time i wore a turban
that time i wore a turban

i just got through with interviewing a really awesome person (RAP?) and am stoked to tell you all about it once the story’s out. also also also, keep checking the fb page ’cause i’m updating it a lot more now with traveling/POC/feminist/outdoorsy/queer/zine matter, which, if you haven’t discerned yet, is what i’m all about.

in other news, last night i dreamt that anthony bourdain was singing that gogol bordello song ‘start wearing purple’ to me somewhere in subterranean macau. ambien is most likely to blame.

chao!

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It’s All Happening

hey kids,

it’s all happening. if you haven’t seen almost famous, you’ve missed the ref. (and what’s up with you anyway? go see almost famous!) this past weekend i made a TON of headway in the Zine World and should be done this week, but y’all know i’ve been making that promise since december (major thanks to all the folks who’ve ordered and been super patient.)

basically, and this’ll make sense to other (newbie) zine writers out there, it took me so long to get the layout in order ’cause i’m shitty with numbers and all that stuff, and when i finally had the cash to get the base mother copy copied, the dude flipped the pages around and messed up the layout. also, part of my typewriter was melted in a house fire, so using it became an EXTREME pain in the ass, and that’s in addition to all the other analog issues it already has. again, other typewriter users will know what i’m sayin’.

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so, started from scratch, using my photocopied images, some new ones, vellum, contact paper, graph paper and copies of sketches. i made (er, am making) the mother copy as it would appear in it’s final form, then will lay it out on pages for photocopy time. either zinemaking is more difficult than others seem to lead on or, i’m a dumbass.

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i’ve taken out a lot of stuff, added in new stories and am trying to make it a good looking read overall. so if you haven’t ordered, please do! you can skim the Freestyle section of this site to get a feel for the kinda stories the zine carries. if $10 is too much for you, we can work out a reduced rate with trade, or just a reduced rate. i’m into all sorts of exchanges. free shipping to anywhere in the world!

it’s very exciting to see this thing finally being born, like for reals this time.

New Article on Viator

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Hey kids,thanks to the over 500 folks who follow this thing. i’m all packed and moving to the coast, if all goes well with my Ecuadorian citizenship. cross your fingers for me. here’s my latest article on Viator’s Travel Blog – Ecuador: South America’s New Adventure Capital.

Crazy Talk in Venezuela

 

I haven’t slept at night for over a week. Films, fancy cocktail parties, gay men everywhere and house music, dancing. A beautiful candlelit house sits at the top of a hill a professor with two dogs and a big kitchen inside. Candles because of Venezuela’s rolling power outages. This happened the other day when I was riding the elevator in Ninoska’s building; there was nothing to do but sit inside the pitch black box alone and wait. We’ve been hanging out with Miss Universe 2009 a few days now, we see her at everything. Music falling from the sky.

-Some old crap I dug up. I go on and on about how drunk I got, it’s stupid, so I’ll spare you. Did anyone else see On The Road? How much worse could it have been? I finished my book and will actually publish that zine I mentioned that one time especially since I’m moving away from my stoner household and in with my family on the coast because it’s free and I’ve convinced myself it will magically disable this procrastination mode I’m in.

Actually, I’ve never written so much in my life, but I convince myself I’m lame if I don’t put in ten hours a day, seven days a week #glamorouslifeofthetriverwriter #myopia

Words Are Like Icebergs

This town is called La Libertad or ‘Freedom’, where my grandmother was born.

Word of the week is Blue.

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I’m ’bout to start a Zine page where you could see the progress of the Everywhere All The Time project in a more accessible way. But for now, pre-order and get *free shipping* ’cause as of January I will be selling those fuckers for $10, since they cost a lot to make and ship from Ecuador, and I’m making zero profit ’cause it’s what I love to do! Like every other zinester and artist.

My heart’s going into this thing I’ve been meaning to make for years, after that time all my writing got lost on a USB in a Louisiana field, after all my writing was stolen off a Georgia-bound Greyhound, and after all the excuses I made thereafter. I scrambled up the table of contents I posted the other day to diversify the writing, and I’m playing with using contact paper instead of vellum to get the best effect of typewritten words right onto photos.
So there’s that. I’ll leave ya with a piece of Frank Bures’ latest artice that’s been up on WorldHum called Words Are Like Icebergs.

“Words in other languages are like icebergs: The basic meaning is visible above the surface, but we can only guess at the shape of the vast chambers of meaning below. And every language has particularly hard-to-translate terms, such as the Portuguese saudade, meaning “the feeling of missing someone or something that is gone,” or the Japanese ichigo-ichie, meaning “the practice of treasuring each moment and trying to make it perfect.” Linguists refer to the distance between these words and their rough translations as a lacuna, which comes from the Latin word for “pool” or “lake.” There’s a space we need to swim across to reach the other side.”

Anti-Travel Writing: A Thing

“Tourism is about the consumption of place. Like every other form of consumption, it is dependent upon brands. As Naomi Klein has pointed out, we live in the golden age of branding, and Majorca and Amsterdam and Hawaii and New Zealand are brands, as much as Levis or Calvin Klein.”
“Tourism today may be widespread, but it is subject to certain constraints. We may be able fly to a distant location for a holiday, but we are often able to spend only a brief period – a few days or a couple of weeks – there, before returning to dreary jobs and mechanical day to day routines. Travel has become the ‘other’ of work. Because we are often so busy at work, we choose to be indolent on holiday – to switch off cell phones and brains and lie on a beach. If we are obsequious at work, trying to impress or placate workmates or customers, then we can be selfish and demanding on holiday. Our interactions with the people and places we are visiting are often carefully mediated and commercialised. The inhabitants of the places we visit are more likely to be pouring us drinks than sitting talking to us over a drink. Life on a typical package holiday is as unbalanced, in its own way, as life in a modern workplace often is.”
– Scott Hamilton. Read the whole thing here