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ashtrayfloors · 1 month
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stuff I bought at City Lights // Oakland, CA
(July 26, 2011)
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artifical-life · 2 years
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aaron cometbus, she
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gayenerd · 1 year
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rodeoca · 9 months
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rustbeltjessie · 1 month
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I'm currently participating in a month-long intensive writing workshop from Selah Saterstrom/Four Queens Divination. Which is fantastic, by the way—if she ever offers the Write Now! workshop again, I highly recommend it. The project I'm working on is somewhat autobiographical, and the autobiographical parts all come from approximately spring 2003-spring 2005. It's kinda funny, though, to be writing about a time in my life when I was a self-destructive trainwreck, while I'm here now in a time when I wake up, do school stuff with the kiddos, make myself a small breakfast of yogurt + granola + banana, and then do my stretches, before I sit down to write. (To quote myself: My life is easier now, but it's also less shiny. Or to quote W/IFS: Sometimes I miss those days—that's right, you heard me. Other times I could not give a damn.)
As research for my writing project, I've been rereading journal entries from that time period. Some thoughts/observations I've had while reading through them include:
1 - Wowwwww, none of these pass the Bechdel Test. Haha, I know a personal journal entry can't be measured with the same criteria as a film or whatever, but still. For a couple years there, I was very much "The Ugly One" from Teen Girl Squad. You know:
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2 - I was actually surprisingly astute about my issues and patterns, even at the time. Astute enough to know how to stop them? No. But give me a break, I was in my early 20s.
3 - One thing that's the same as it ever was is that I am always lamenting about not writing enough. Like: I need to write more. Or: I've been writing a lot, but not as much as I want to. I think I'm just one of those people who, no matter how much time I spend writing, will always feel like it's not enough.
4 - I was reminded of an incident I'd—well, not forgotten about, but forgotten about an aspect of. So, for a couple months in the summer of 2004 I was traveling/couch-surfing. A., one of my roommates at the apartment I'd been living in prior to that, told me I could keep some of my stuff stored there until I found a solid place to live. When I did, I went back to get my stuff, and she informed me that while I'd been away, she'd had a party, and some of my stuff got stolen. Including my bike, and a bunch of my favorite records. In retrospect, I think she stole them, or gave them away, because she was a mean, fucked-up, vindictive person. And it just seemed really fishy. My stuff was the only stuff that got stolen; none of A.'s stuff got stolen, none of the stuff belonging to the person who'd moved in to take my place got stolen. Plus, it was only my most favorite records, not the ones I felt so-so about, and how would some random thief know what my most favorite records were or have the time to sort through the bin to find them? Anyway. That's not the part I'd forgotten about. What I'd forgotten is that when I got upset about it—and I wasn't even blaming her, I was just fucking upset—she called me something like a 'privileged crybaby' for being upset over 'little things like a bike and a few records.' Reading about that again just made me go: Uhhhh, what??? Like, I feel like getting upset about your bicycle and favorite records getting stolen is a pretty normal response for anyone to have in that situation? Especially when you're broke and can't afford to replace them?
In other, more recent news:
My oldest kiddo got an electronic drum pad for Christmas, but I asked him if I could mess around with it when he's not using it, and he's fine with that. So I'm teaching myself to play drums! That's like the only type of instrument I have no experience playing, so why the fuck not? I'm not good yet, but it's hella fun. And if I get better, and become a real drummer...well, if I'm an O.G. zinester and a drummer, I really will be the (nonbinary) girl Cometbus, haha.
I also found out that my county has launched a big harm reduction campaign re: drugs possibly being laced with fentanyl. They are giving out test strips, and Narcan, as well as doing one-off training courses in how to administer the Narcan. So I've signed up. Just because I don't do those type of drugs anymore doesn't mean I'm never around people who do, and I want to make sure I can help people if necessary. (I'm also really, really proud of my county for doing something like this. Harm reduction for the win.)
And, one last thing: I just discovered yesterday that if you type the word 'emo' on an Apple device, it suggests the black heart emoji. Amazing. 🖤
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geekgirl78 · 1 year
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candont · 2 years
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I started traveling alone more, and I ended up spending a lot of time alone, and became more comfortable with that, and spending a lot of time in libraries. I’d read the same book in each town, in the library, when it was available. I’d read 30 pages in one city, take the bus to the next, read a hundred pages, take the bus to the next.
https://larrylivermore.com/2009/08/27/interview-with-aaron-cometbus/
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onryou-onryou · 4 days
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Turn It Around: The Story of East Bay Punk
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gideonthefirst · 3 months
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2023 Books
favorites bolded, least favorites have an [x], rereads have an *
January
The Flash: The Death of Iris West by Cary Bates, Frank Chiaramonte, Jack Abel, Vince Colletta, Frank McLaughlin
The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones [x]
When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb
Princess Floralinda and the Forty-Flight Tower by Tamsyn Muir
February
Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer [x]
We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson
The Love Song of Ivy K. Harlowe by Hannah Moskowitz
March
Go Ahead in the Rain: Notes on a Tribe Called Quest by Hanif Abdurraqib
April
The Assassin's Apprentice by Robin Hobb
May
They're Going to Love You by Meg Howrey
June
July
Where Are Your Boys Tonight?: The Oral History of Emo's Mainstream Explosion 1999-2008 by Chris Payne
The Screaming Staircase by Jonathan Stroud*
Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy, books 1-7*. specifically book 7 gets a [x] for being so bad it killed the reread
Nimona by N.D. Stevenson*
You Feel It Just Below the Ribs by Jeffrey Cranor and Janina Matthewson
August
Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett*
September
Poison for Breakfast by Lemony Snicket
A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance by Hanif Abdurraqib
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
A Punkhouse in the Deep South: The Oral History of 309 by Scott Satterwhite and Aaron Cometbus
October
Trick to Catch the Old One by Thomas Middleton
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
Stephen Florida by Gabe Habash
Wage Labor and Capital by Karl Marx
November
Imperialism: The Highest Stage of Capitalism by Vladimir Lenin
Trust by Hernán Diaz
Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov
December
The Holocaust Industry: Reflections on the Exploitation of Jewish Suffering by Norman G. Finkelstein
A Master of Djinn by P Djèlí Clark [x]
Prosper's Demon by K.J. Parker
Blackouts by Justin Torres
Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
The Book of Eels: Our Enduring Fascination with the Most Mysterious Creature in the Natural World by Patrik Svensson [x]
Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson
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upthewitchypunx · 2 years
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Last night I got invited to a house show. Upon further realization, it's got a new name, but it's at The Dustbin, the punk house I l lived in over a 20 years ago. I'm kind of freaking out and excited to see what it's like now. I thought the owner sold it, but it's still a collective house, just with a new name.
Do I tell them the reason the kitchen is an odd shape because they ripped out one of the bedrooms after they found out someone was cooking meth in that room? Are their still holes in the floor so you can see into the basement? Did someone paint over the story written on the under the stairs door scrawled by a zine kid? Does anyone still live in the L shaped mudroom I lived in? Do random traveling punx still show up to sleep on the couch on the porch? Do any of the new denizens fall asleep in their bedroom when touring bands play like I did when Hot Hot Heat played in our living room?
I met Aaron Cometbus for the first time in that kitchen. I was dressed in footie pajamas and carrying a a Punky Brewster lunchbox at a Halloween party.
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ashtrayfloors · 2 years
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See, punks really are the glue that holds society together. Who else would have a safety pin? No one but a baby in diapers. I started to tell the businessman to remember that next time he was sitting at his desk about to foreclose on my house. Remember who saved you when you were locked out? But he interrupted me. "Not a safety pin," he said. "A pen. I need a pen." "Yes! I have that too!" I said. "Not only am I a punk, but also a writer! Pens and safety pins, that's like my coat of arms! My lance and shield! My cream and sugar!"
Aaron Cometbus, Cometbus #47
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artifical-life · 1 year
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gayenerd · 1 year
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rodeoca · 10 months
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rustbeltjessie · 3 months
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Reckless Chants #27: to resist despair
I entered this issue of my zine into this year's Broken Pencil Zine Awards, in the perzine category, and I recently found out it didn't even get nominated, let alone win. I was venting about it on Facebook and said: "I should make a promo image for it that says something like this zine didn't win any awards, but previous issues got good reviews in "Maximum Rocknroll," and it's been compared to "Cometbus" several times." One of my friends said: "You should make something like that, it's a clever way of handling your disappointment with humor and style." So I did! I also made some other promo images, featuring collages and excerpts from the issue.
A text-heavy zine with some collages (+ a comic and a pull-out centerfold), Reckless Chants #27 includes pieces about growing up as a queer punk in a mid-sized Midwest city, favorite bands, old friends lost and found, Wisconsin and Chicago, disappointment and sadness, resisting despair, still believing in punk after all these years, and so much more. 52 pages, half-letter size. $5+$3 shipping (w/in the U.S.). Available for purchase via: ko-fi.com / rustbeltjessie paypal.me / rustbeltjessie Venmo: @ JessieLynnMcMains If you live outside the U.S. and would like to order a copy, or would like to pay some other way, please contact me at coeur.de.fantome @ gmail.com. Also, if you run a shop or distro and would like to sell this zine (or any other zines I have available), I offer bulk/wholesale prices—please contact me!
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kingcrim · 8 months
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turned off my cell phone, drank a bottle of wine and read a cometbus and passed out naked, shriveling, stumbled to bed in a fucked up sleepwalk
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