Feelin’ the Zine Love

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As a lonely Israeli zinester, surrounded by people who know nothing of zines, who have no interest in them and don’t even know how to properly pronounce the word “zine”, coming across some zinester love is rare for me. And if I do come across it, I cherish it and never never take it for granted.

So today, I felt the zine love coming from all the way across the ocean, namely from Australia, by the amazing zine queen Nyx and Sea Green Zines, who featured the zines I sent her in her Happy Mail Monday video podcast! Aside from this totally kicking ass in and of itself, Nyx included also a segment about Nina (Echo Publishing) and her artwork, postcards and a mini-zine in that same video.

Being named in this podcast, along with other such incredible zine makers suddenly made me feel not so alone. And being part of this community is what makes it all worthwhile. It’s exactly what I felt during the Boston Zine Fest I attended in 2015. People of different backgrounds and identities, united in a common love for the craft, in an event and a setting with nothing but mutual respect, love, appreciation, inspiration, encouragement, trading and sharing zines, comments, experiences and positive feedback. This is what I felt during the zine fest, and what I felt again watching this video.

There is nothing better than that. It simply made my day, and my week.

This Thursday is Tai Chi Thursday. During the meditation part, there is the “appreciation stage” during which you need to think of two good things that happened to you in the last few days. I can totally see myself focussing on this zine love as one of the majorly good things.

The second good thing I will think about is that I finally bought a new bag! At first, I was thinking of getting something that would be fitting for a zinester travel bag, where I can pack all my zines tools for making zines on the go. But then I thought a bit more about it, and it didn’t seem appropriate for me right now, considering my life and also the country where I live. I mean, there is no way I could pack a pair of scissors in my bag. This is Israel we’re talking about. There are security personnel in every hole and a pair of scissors is a weapon. Plus, I don’t really travel anywhere anymore. And even if I did, I also wouldn’t pack a pair of scissors as it would be confiscated.

So instead, I decided to get a purse where I could fit all my most important stuff – wallet, mobile phone, work keys, home keys, ID, journal, pen, lunch (for work), charger, chapstick (never leave home without it), checkbook, my most recent reading material (a zine or a Stephen King book) and a pack of gum.

I was looking for a very specific bag: black, made of hemp, with a lot of compartments, and I found it at the mall. It’s the first thing I got to cross off my list of resolutions! I also ordered an Amon Amarth patch to sew on the top flap of the bag. It’s gonna look badass. I’m so happy and excited about it!

Peace, love and zine magic forever!

 


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ZineWriMo: Stickage

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In this segment of ZineWriMo, we will be discussing collages.

I like collages. Unless my glue runs out – then I like my local office supplies store where I can purchase more glue to make more collages.

Collages rule because they usually don’t involve much concentration needed mostly when I engage in the written art form.

They also rule because they don’t give me a headache like drawings do. I suck at drawing. I said that already, didn’t I? So whenever I try to draw, I get a headache, and fail miserably, and get angry as a result. But collages don’t involve any drawing. I just print out a bunch of awesome pics and put them together however they fit. It’s like a puzzle, only it rules harder.

So today, I made a collage for my metal zine. I printed out a bunch of photos and logos of bands I like, put them together in no particular pattern (as in, the logo doesn’t necessarily fit with the picture of the band it’s stuck on) and sprinkled a bunch of little metal horns all over. I’ll have to place it in the middle of the zine as it’s spread over two pages. It’s officially the biggest and most elaborate collage I’ve made in an A6-size zine (1/4 page size).

I love the way it looks, just as badass as I intended it to be.

I won’t post a picture of it here because I rather unveil it along with the completed zine.

Peace, love and paper art is totally where it’s at

 

ZineWriMo: Color It In

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As part of ZineWriMo 2018, I am now in the process of making a colorful minizine. I’m actually kinda struggling with this a bit.

Reason 1: I don’t have a decent set of colors to work with. I went to the office supplies store this morning and bought a new set of markers failing to notice that it doesn’t even include the color purple. PURPLE! My favorite fucking color and it’s not even in the set.

Reason 2: I’m on the first day of my period and am not in the least bit inspired to make anything mindblowing.

Reason 3: I suck at drawing.

Anyway, I made the front cover which is already something. My idea for the zine was to use a different color on every page and fill it with a few words that I relate to the respective color (eg. Purple: grapes, geffen, royalty, healing, serenity, bruise). A bit on the kitschy side but whatever.

I hope to finish it before heading home because once there, I need to sleep. I got no more than four hours of sleep last night because of this horrible fucking cough.

It’s amazing how Murphy’s Law always gets me. Back during International Zine Month, when I was working on my zine, I also went through a bout of coughing my lungs out on a regular basis. I even complain about it in the zine itself. Why is it that whenever I need my strength and need a decent night sleep to get in the zinestering mood that Murphy decides to return with a vengeance and make me gasp for air?

Motherfucker!

Peace, love and I rather choke on Purple Haze

I Zine Therefore I Am

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ZineWriMo is coming up and I’m jonesing for some zine production again.

The last zine I made was in July for International Zine Month. The way I set it up was to make a full-length zine in one month. ZineWriMo seems to be more or less the same idea, but the activities are more diverse and involve making more than just one zine, but also a bunch of minizines of different themes.

The list of activities was drawn up by Sea Green Zines, and here it is.

ZineWriMo-2018

I really really want to participate! But I don’t know how realistic it is. My daughter’s second birthday is coming up and she’ll no doubt have at least three parties (one at the daycare, one at my parents’ and one at my in-laws) all of which will involve my active participation and organization. My maternal duties are still hardcore, cooking, cleaning, laundry, raising my kid, getting through the dreaded “me, me, me!” stage while still holding on to some semblance of sanity, fighting the urge to sleep all the fucking time…

Just like IZM, I know it’s not realistic for me to do all the activities of ZineWriMo. But if I manage my time properly, maybe I could at least get some of them done, and even that will be nice. I already have some ideas popping up here and there for some of these activities, so I say why the hell not. And what better way to fight the impending winter blues than by making zines?

Now if I can only get through this tired shit… Maybe I should consider ingesting caffeine pills because lord knows I can’t stand coffee.

Peace, love and warm up that typewriter!

IZM Zine Unveiled

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I promised you some photos of my IZM Zine so here they are!

Cover

Also, I posted the zine on my Etsy shop so you can buy it here.

Intro

In case you have an awesomely bitchin zine of your own and want to trade, do contact me! I love me some trades and zinesters kick ass.

July 5

About the IZM Zine:
32 pages
Size A6 (1/4 page)
Black and white
Text-heavy (handwritten and typewritten)
Little to no computer used in the making of the zine

 

July 3

Amazine indeed!

Page 22

Peace, love and zineroots revisited

Mizine: Accomplished!

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International Zine Month 2018 recap:

My goal for this month was to make a zine. That I did. And I couldn’t be more thrilled!

The zine is 32 pages long and features some of the elements I used to add in my pre-motherhood zines – text-heavy, handwritten and typewritten material, simple drawings and graphics, creepy backgrounds, and simple (and rather sloppy attempts at) collages.

Some of the missing elements are cartoons, low-grade poetry, and a clear and uniform theme, unless you count IZM as the running theme since all of the pieces were written in July. Also, the cover is in black and white whereas most of my other zines have a color cover. But I like it like that.

The only thing that NEVER changed is the feeling I get with zine-production. I detailed that feeling in my zine and also in many of my previous posts. Looking through my archives at any zine-related posts, you may find words such as elated, transcendent, inspired, amazing, amazing, amazing, incredible, fucking awesome, kickass, ownage, epic, boss, rad, rules everything, and LOVE. Lots and lots of LOVE!

This morning, as I put the finishing touches on it, I took a step back and looked at the mess on my dining room table – stripes and bits of paper scattered everywhere, a Sharpie, a pen, a typewriter, a glue-stick with the cap off to the side, a pair of scissors on top of everything, a pile of paper, a stack of completed zine pages and a stack of half-completed ones.

I threw my head back and laughed out loud.

“I fucking love this!!!” I said within my fit of giggles.

So yes. IZM rules everything and I fucking LOVE it!

But now that it’s August 1st, I have to get back to the business at hand, mainly reading an obscene amount of Stephen King and taking care of my daughter. And tomorrow is Jerusalem Pride, so I’m going there after work and hang out with the beautiful bunch of sweet and wonderful people draped in rainbow flags and Israel flags. And the ultra-orthodox haters can fuck off and lose their tuques in fucking Baghdad for all I care.

I hope you all had as wonderful IZM as I had. And if you did and you managed to produce a zine or a few zines, drop me a line because I’d love to trade.

Pictures of zine will come later. Stay tuned!

Peace, love and aching fingers.

Zinesters Shall Zine

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Zine-production, oh how I missed thee!!!!!!

The tap-tapping sounds of the typewriter, the smell of the glue, the stripes of cut paper falling all around, the sticky fingers, the zine coming together with total punk rock DIY perfection… Motherfucking A! What a feeling!

Today was Writing Thursday, but instead of sitting down to continue my random musings on my husband’s laptop, I decided to take advantage of my free morning to start my IZM 2018 zine layout.

There were a few things standing in my way and I tried to get them out of there as fast as I could.

  1. Dinner: I’m planning Ravioli for tonight and as such, I need to make the sauce for it. I use fresh mushrooms that need to be peeled and chopped. And since that shit takes me forever, I couldn’t leave it for tonight because then we would sit to eat super late, by which time both my husband and I are starving and my daughter is super hangry and super tired. So taking care of the fucking mushrooms struck a whole fucking half hour from my morning.
  2. Lunch: I had nothing already made so I needed to make me a sandwich for this afternoon. Strike another 30 minutes.
  3. Dishes: Cooking breeds a mountain of dishes. And if I were to leave these for tonight, the mountain would only get higher. Stike another 15 minutes.
  4. Sleep: Since I already knew this list of things would need to be done before I can get on with my writing Thursday, I also knew I’d have to wake up early to get it done. But alas, the call of the pillow was far too powerful and I slept in until the ungodly hour of 8:20 when I had to see my daughter off to gan and have breakfast.

After doing all this shit and setting up my workspace, I only sat down by my typewriter at 10:20. I pulled my beautiful machine, my pretty shiny red Rosie, aka Rose Madder, out of her box, slipped in an A6 size paper, set the margin and started making a whole bunch of noise.

As I was working, I was delirious with joy, laughing occasionally, flashing back to a time in my life where I had all the time in the world to make a whole bunch of paper art magic. And here I was now, back with my typewriter, my scissors, my glue stick, my papers, my backgrounds, all neatly set up.

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I was still madly typing away, with the tips of my fingers slowly developing bruises, when the clock struck 11.

With angry Amon Amarth playing in the background and the DIY rush flowing through my veins, I stood up fast, nearly toppling my chair, pointed at the clock and screamed:

“FUCK YOU, CLOCK!! FUCK YOU!”

I had no more than 30 minutes left to revel in zine production before I had to start getting ready to go to work.

Of course, I lost track of time and of course, I missed my bus. But nothing could destroy my mood this morning. I can’t wait for my next free morning (which I’m planning for Sunday) for my fingers to get bruised up some more!

Peace, love and zinester at heart!