MoZiPro 2022 – April Prompt

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Today, I finally managed to get my ass in gear and finish the Monthly Zine Project zine for April. The zine is about pets, which I love, so why the fuck did it take me so long to finish it? I kept getting sidetracked by a variety of things, and once I had a chance to get back on track, I used that chance to do anything but work on the zine. But I finally did it! Here’s the cover.

I’m determined to have a monthly zine collection by the end of the year – 10 minis and 2 full-length ones. So I need to stay on track.

After I was done with the April zine, I was a bit stuck. The prompt for May is “Protection” and I got nothing to write about that. Back when the prompts were published, I said I’ll change it to “painting/drawing” and include some of the paintings I made in my drawing class. But I don’t have enough material for it, so I needed to come up with another topic.

I’m thinking lists… I love lists. I make them all the time. It makes me feel organized and it helps me to remember things – things to do, things to buy, things to make, things to bake, things to think about, etc.

I wonder if I can fill a whole zine with a bunch of lists. Check in with me at the end of this month to see if I made it work.

Peace, love and Bermese Python FOREVER!

Uncertainties 2022

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I think I pretty much gave up on New Year’s resolutions. With the health crisis that doesn’t seem to be loosening its grip on reality, it’s turning every resolution into an uncertainty, lacking plausibility and purpose, or yet another broken promise.

But as a Libra, craving balance and thriving on order, I still feel the need to plan ahead and make arrangements wherever necessary. So that if the “resolution” does indeed not happen, I can say “Well, it’s not for a lack of trying. I did what I needed to do, and the Covid crisis stole it from under me as was par for the course for the past two years. Not my fault.”

In many instances in my life, even before the crisis hit, I tried my best to set my expectations low in order to avoid disappointment if things don’t pan out. My husband does that regularly and obsessively. Sometimes to a point where I get angry with him and just tell him to stop being so pessimistic all the time. But most of the time, it’s the right thing to do. And for the past two years, it’s the only thing to do.

So the “resolutions” I set for this year are called “New Year’s List of Things that Are Set to Blow Up in My Face 2022”. Here are the things that may or may not happen, in no particular order.

  1. See Lindemann live (he’s already landed so it’s becoming more possible)
  2. Sign up my daughter for 1st Grade (I’m required by law to do that so, again, even more possible)
  3. Participate in That Monthly Zine Project
  4. Participate in International Zine Month
  5. Participate in ZineWriMo
  6. Create an updated catalog for my Etsy shop
  7. Sign up for a drawing class
  8. Work with my kid on basic skills (tying a knot, reading a clock, riding a two-wheeler, etc.)
  9. In summer, spend a weekend in Tiberias and go to the Kinneret
  10. In summer, spend a weekend in Eilat and go on a camel ride

If the Green Pass will still be required for hotels, venues, schools, etc., I’m also planning on getting whatever vaccines whenever they become available for us – the fourth dose for me and my husband, the third for my daughter, flu shots, you name it. Under the circumstances, I noticed just how much better the quality of my life is since we all got the Green Pass. While everyone is in quarantine, we’re not because we have the Green Pass. We’re not required to have any tests, we’re not doomed to miss out on social events, we have no trouble getting into any venue; it’s simply wonderful and makes everything so much easier. So yes, vaccines are a must if I want to keep saying “I did everything I needed to do. Not my fault if it didn’t work out.”

What about you? What are the things that you hope to do in 2022 but have no idea if any of them are even remotely possible?

Peace, love and new tuque!

PS – I can’t believe I got through a whole post without swearing even once! LOL!

Planning and Laughing

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I keep wanting to start writing a zine, and then the feeling goes away again. But let’s say I do get around to it at some point, what would I write about? What topics could get my attention and keep it for a longer time than it takes me to start freaking out again?

The pandemic – a boring regurgitated topic at best, but it’s a perzine and that’s the only thing that is happening in my mind right now.

I keep coming up with other topics but they are all somehow related to the pandemic issue.

Motherhood – or what I struggled to do with my kid while in lockdown.

Food/cooking – or how I managed to keep my family fed and not bored by the same meal over and over again during lockdown.

Everything else – or all the things I couldn’t do this year due to Covid-19 and lockdown.

Someone recently ordered PMS Perzine issue 11 from my Etsy shop. It’s 24-hour zine I wrote back in 2015. When I packed the envelope, I got curious and wanted to remember what I wrote in that zine, so I read it. And I laughed myself into hysterics! How amazing and carefree was my life back then that I could actually transmit into writing an impeccable sense of humor? It makes me hate this year even more. Aside from stealing from me any source of entertainment (except from TV but that doesn’t count), it also stole my will and ability to write and my ability to laugh and joke about shit. It stole my very sense of humor and left behind an empty shell of bitterness and pessimism.

In issue 11, I kept coming back to the fact that I had just realized my typewriter is German, and I said “I still can’t believe how I ended up with a bratwurst for a typewriter.” And that line just killed me. I don’t think I would have been able to come up with such a hilarious description for my typewriter today, in 2020, in the middle of the world going to hell.

And this is how I come up with another couple of topics – both of them imaginary:

Young single me in a pandemic – or the sincere belief that, as a devout introvert, I would absolutely LOVE being in lockdown if I were still young and single and simply sparkle-bursting with ideas for writing. Maybe write it as a diary with dates and everything.

An alternate reality where 2020 did not go to shit – or my life goes on as usual and the pandemic never happened. Also written in diary format.

Maybe I could write about both imaginary scenarios and make it into a split zine. Maybe this post could serve as a more than decent brainstorming session for a zine. Maybe ZineWriMo in November could actually come to be.

Or maybe I could simply face reality that I am too uninspired, too tired, too depressed, too exhausted and too nonchalant to care about anything more than the next time my head and my pillow cease to socially distance and the lights go out, at least for a few hours.

However this plays out, my idle ass needs to get in gear. I need to start exercising again, and that does not only include flexing and jumping and squatting, but also tapping, clicking and scribbling. There isn’t a more idle part of my body than my lazyass idjit digits.

Another maybe for the road? Maybe next time, my fingers and the keys of my typewriter cease to socially distance and I fly off into the zine zone.

Peace, love and set it up, put it off

Hibernation Nation

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JrizzyJerusalem Streets:

So 75 years ago, they liberated the concentration/death camps of Auschwitz and Birkenau, and for the occasion, they will be closing off the streets of Jerusalem. Dignitaries, representatives and politicians from 50 different countries will be coming to Jerusalem for the World Holocaust Forum, and the city is on lockdown.

Yes, it is an important event to commemorate, and of yes, of course it must be commemorated in Jerusalem. I don’t dare question that. But the closing off of streets is still a huge inconvenience for many of the city’s residents who need to get to and from work.

Some of the city’s schools have already announced that they will be closed. I’m still waiting to hear from my daughter’s gan. I, myself, will not be going to work tomorrow and Thursday because many of the city’s buses and public transportation will also be affected – either cancelled or rerouted, come around less often, and get to their destination much later than scheduled. And since public transportation is the only way I can get around these days, I’m basically stuck. Not to mention crazy fucking traffic for all those who get around by car. This means taxis are off-limits because it will take me so long to get to work by taxi, I’ll probably end up paying like 100 NIS and still get to work late. It’s not worth my day’s salary.

ALL of that besides the fact that the weather has gone from shit to super shit – crazy low temperatures, rain, hail, and oh my God, is it snowing?! FUCK THIS SHIT!!!! All we need now is a touch of freezing rain and we’re fucking Canada.

Longass Weekend:

AND SO! I will be home all day tomorrow and all day Thursday. I won’t be back to the office until Sunday. As such, I need to find ways to dis-bore myself.

  1. Invocate the order bug and reorganize the whole goddamn house, including my daughter’s toys.
  2. Cook some potato cutlets. I haven’t made them since the first time I tried and I remember them being super fucking yummy.
  3. Read some Master King (remember to take my book home from the office today!)
  4. Exercise my lazy ass! I haven’t had a decent workout in so long, I feel like an octogenarian. I need Integral Tai Chi in my life.
  5. Sleep, because let’s face it, I won’t be able to resist the temptation.
  6. If I get so bored I lose my fucking mind, I’ll take my dog out for a walk. This does require a certain amount of craziness because who in their right mind will leave their house when streets are closed AND flooded? They might very well be closed off to pedestrians as well. It has been known to happen. But walking my dog could be a fun activity if I find a decent route.
  7. Write in my diary. Get on with the only resolution I made for this year.

Peace, love and so many leaks, so little buckets

Twenty-Nine-Zine

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I don’t celebrate New Year’s. In my archives, you can find countless posts from previous years about how I don’t give a rat’s ass about New Year’s.

However, being an avid list-maker, I do make some New Year’s resolutions. It’s nice to see just how right I am about my predictions regarding the resolutions: which ones I will definitely get done and which ones I will avoid until the last minute or not do them at all. For example, I will no doubt avoid getting hair extensions until I’m all out of hair. The one I will not do at all (and probably regret it somewhere down the line) is renewing my Canadian passport. Goddamn bureaucratic shit.

On the other hand, I will most likely do all the zine-related resolutions. In fact, I should probably consider making a list solely for these and call it “My New Year’s Re-zine-lutions”.

So without further ado, here is my list as it stands:

  1. Write and publish a new issue of Purple Moon Spawn:
    I’m still in the process of brainstorming a few ideas for this issue. But I’m very excited at the prospect of writing my PMS Perzine under this new and awesome name!
  2. Plan new Twigz tattoo:
    I wrote about that a few posts ago while I was still working on my metal zine. I want to get my mascot tattooed on my left wrist. I just need to draw her properly enough to be worthy of a permanent fixture on my flesh.
  3. Work on a couple of ZineWriMo minis:45358972_10155563905547471_33584333562314752_o
    I still have some of my blanks waiting patiently for me to fill them up with awesomeness inspired by some of the ZineWriMo prompts. I need to get down to that at some point this year.
  4. Buy new purse:
    Yet another activity inspired by a ZineWriMo prompt. I want a new purse that I can use for my zine tools for zinestering on-the-go. Or just get a purse for the sake of having one that I actually like. I’m not too crazy about the one I currently use.
  5. Renew my Canadian passport:
    Stupid shit. Fucking headache. Canadians just can’t get any more anal. And this coming from an Israeli who also has to deal with Israeli bureaucracy. Seriously, I’d rather be renewing my Israeli passport ten times if it meant not having to deal with my Canadian one.
  6. Set Thursday as my Tai Chi day:
    And at the same time, setting Mondays as my zinestering day. I need to make a schedule for every month ahead of time, like I used to do.
  7. Get hair extensions:
    I feel like I’m going prematurely bald. I told my husband, there will come a day, very soon, where I will go to the hair salon and blow a nice amount of cheddar on extensions, hair dye, layering and styling. Fuck this mop of a hair. I’m sick of it already!
  8. Make a new flyer for PMS Mess:
    I already have a nice flyer for my zine (those of you who have traded with me or bought my zines may remember the flyer featuring Carrie soaked in pig’s blood with the tagline “I bleed it, you read it”), I think my Etsy shop can use one too. Speaking of which, please like my Facebook page!
  9. Reload Rammstein songs on my player:
    I found that every time a Rammstein song comes on my player, the song suddenly stops in the middle, stutters for a bit, then skips to the next song. I need to try reloading the songs and see if it remedies the situation. I can’t stand not listening to “Mein Teil” or “Benzin” all the way through. Pisses me off.
  10. Eat healthier:
    A resolution inspired by my new zine friend (Cheers Frances, if you’re reading this!). I’m thinking of at least improving the state of my breakfast. Tea and toast just doesn’t cut it for me anymore. I need eggs, fresh veggies, and different kinds of cheese, alongside tea and toast. And if I do ever get around to making a schedule for every month, I ought to try to include relevant times for trying new recipes.

I really hope to get through all of these, including the ones I really don’t feel like doing. Wish me luck and I shall wish you a happy new year!

Peace, love and 2019 ways of being

ZineWriMo: Blank and White

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ZineWriMo Lite continues…

I left all weekends on my calendar blank. No work and no daycare means full-time parenting. So zine-production is impossible on the weekend. And besides, there is something about crafting on the Sabbath that doesn’t sit very well with the semi-religious Jew within. This is why this past Friday and Saturday, I didn’t do the prompts for the respective days.

But this week, I’ll be hauling ass and get on with my Metal zine-in-progress. And today, I’m making my minizine blanks. I’m making eight of them and hope to fill them up with a bunch of awesome shit throughout this month. This is the list of minizines I’ll be making (some corresponding with the prompts).

  • Full-color mini
  • Stream of consciousness writing/mini full of words
  • Pictures of zine tools (I fucking love this one!)
  • Pictures of WIP progress
  • Snacks of choice
  • Double-sided mini
  • Make a minizine with my daughter, teach her about zines
  • Celebrate an awesome person in my life (mini about my daughter)

Also, on November 11, it’s Sunday Metal Night at Blaze and I’ll no doubt be adding a segment about that in my WIP zine. I guess I’m just writing that as a reminder for myself to bring my notebook and my pen and my reading glasses to the bar, order a non-alcoholic minty lemonade and write some stuff.

Peace, love and be afraid, winter, be very afraid!

No Regrets

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The website Nego Sentro posted a list of 37 things I’ll regret when I’m old. I’m not old yet, but as a person who doesn’t believe in regrets, I still wanted to know just how right or wrong these people are.

As it turns out, I am still a person who doesn’t believe in regret and these people are full of shit.

1. Not traveling when you had the chance.

I am travelling at least once a year. In the past three years I’ve been to Belgium, Holland, France and Italy. In the past, I’ve been to Poland, Switzerland and several places in the States and Canada, and will soon go to Germany. Further potential destinations include Scandinavia and China.

2. Not learning another language.

I already know three languages, Hebrew, French and English, and am currently in the process of learning German.

3. Staying in a bad relationship.

I can’t say I’ve ever been in a bad relationship. And right now, I’m in a great one. So yeah.

4. Forgoing sunscreen.

Never happened.

5. Missing the chance to see your favorite musicians.

There are many bands/artists who performed when they were not yet my favorite. Once they became my favorite, they either died or stopped performing. Many, i.e. not all. I have seen Arch Enemy a few times, King Diamond once and will see him again, Ozzy once, and I go to European metal fests whenever good bands are on the bill. Next up is Wacken where I am looking forward to Amon Amarth and Carcass among others.

6. Being scared to do things.

Things? What like skydiving and bungee jumping? It’s not only because I’m scared but also because I have no interest in extreme sports. Watch horror movies and riding rollercoasters? Been there. Tattoos and body piercings? Done that. Be a little more specific and I’ll decide if I’ll regret it or not.

7. Failing to make physical fitness a priority.

Integral Tai Chi is my weekly thing. And it’s good shit. And even when you’re old, you can do yoga or martial arts or whatever you want. Age is not an issue when it comes to fitness. You ever seen those wrinkly old men who go jogging in the mornings?

8. Letting yourself be defined by gender roles.

You’re talking to a feminist. Try again.

9. Not quitting a terrible job.

I did that three times in my life, and am now pretty damn happy with my job.

10. Not trying harder in school.

I never had to try too hard to get good grades. I was smart.

 

11. Not realizing how beautiful you were.

That’s actually true. In my teens, I kept complaining about bad hair days and unmanageable messy curly hair. Today, I miss that head of hair and keep wishing I would get back my curls. However, today I appreciate my looks more than before. I especially love my belly and my chest. I got a good body, and I take care of it.

12. Being afraid to say “I love you.”

I did and still do say it. I was not afraid of it.

13. Not listening to your parents’ advice.

I’m mostly a good girl. If I don’t take my parents’ advice on one thing or another it’s because I know what’s good for me and what isn’t. I took my mom’s advice to eat red meat and spent the rest of the day on the toilet as a result. I know what my body needs. No more red meat for this girl.

14. Spending your youth self-absorbed.

I don’t think that is something to regret. I think it was a necessity. In my teens, I knew I was cold and selfish. I admitted it to myself and my family, and I was happy about it. Today, I don’t regret it because I see it as a necessary part of my psychological development. I saw it as a means of self-preservation, and it was super important to me at that stage in my life.

15. Caring too much about what other people think.

Actually, I never cared about it when I was younger. The older I get, the more I start to care, for other people, not for myself. But yeah. Most of the time, I don’t give a shit.

16. Supporting others’ dreams over your own.

What? Oh, maybe it’s for people who have kids and don’t support them when they pursue their dreams and shit. I’m not there yet.

17. Not moving on fast enough.

Physically? These people really need to get their shit together and start making more sense or being more specific… I think that these days, things are moving way too fucking fast. I like to stop and take my time and live in the moment. It reduces my level of stress and improves the quality of my life. I just don’t see how I’ll regret that.

18. Holding grudges, especially with those you love.

I rarely hold grudges. And with those I love, they tend to fade away pretty quickly.

19. Not standing up for yourself.

Sometimes, standing up for myself involves getting into a fight. So if not standing up for myself means avoiding a fight, I go for the cleaner of the two. And I never regret thwarting a fight.

20. Not volunteering enough.

I volunteer in my own way. I contribute my time and efforts to the Jerusalem Rape Crisis Center in several ways. I volunteer as a freelance reporter sometimes. I volunteered at the JSPCA once. I think I’ve done enough.

21. Neglecting your teeth.

I removed my labret to keep my teeth healthy. That was a major sacrifice, dude. And yes, I do brush, I do floss, and I go for yearly cleaning. My teeth will fall out eventually. No matter how much I take care of them, they will end up in a cup of water by the end of the day. This is part of being old.

22. Missing the chance to ask your grandparents questions before they die.

Done that. And what the people who compiled this list are forgetting is that grandparents will probably talk your ears off about their life and about “the good old days” without you asking them anything.

23. Working too much.

Ha! Not. I got lots of hobbies and I have a rich social life. I work when I’m at work and I’m very good at the skill of taking a break, taking a nap, take the time to cook and eat and meditate. No regrets there.

24. Not learning how to cook one awesome meal.

I know how to cook several awesome meals. So y’all can eat it. No regrets yet again.

25. Not stopping enough to appreciate the moment.

See number 17. Consistency, people!

26. Failing to finish what you start.

I can’t think of a single thing that I started and didn’t finish… I started learning German in university and didn’t take any further lessons until just recently. But I am committed to it now and I will finish it. Duolingo helps a lot.

27. Never mastering one awesome party trick.

I’m not much of a party person. So party tricks are not my thing. I rather go to a live show and headbang till my neck gets sore.

28. Letting yourself be defined by cultural expectations.

I don’t. Although in my culture, people love to tell me how to run my life, how to talk, how to dress, what to eat, when to marry, how many kids to have – none of that has any effect on me. I don’t know how these people never get tired of bugging the hell out of me with no results to show for it.

29. Refusing to let friendships run their course.

Done that more times than I can count.

30. Not playing with your kids enough.

Not there yet.

31. Never taking a big risk (especially in love).

A big risk? Depends what you consider to be a big risk. If dating someone I met online is a big risk, then I took it. Twice. If having unprotected sex is a big risk, I also took it. Three times.

32. Not taking the time to develop contacts and network.

“Networking may seem like a bunch of crap when you’re young.” It still seems like a bunch of crap. And I’m doing pretty good for myself. So there.

33. Worrying too much.

Nope. I take it easy.

34. Getting caught up in needless drama.

See previous question.

35. Not spending enough time with loved ones.

I live with two loved ones – my boyfriend and my dog. And I visit other loved ones (parents and family) every other weekend. That’s pretty good considering other people who see their loved ones once a month or only on holidays or never.

36. Never performing in front of others.

I did that a couple of times! Haha!

37. Not being grateful sooner.

I think that every time I overcome another hurdle, I become more and more grateful. Quitting my awful job, going through therapy, finding a great boyfriend and lover, getting a dog, living in Jerusalem, travelling, being happy… I’m grateful for all that. After I was diagnosed with Myotonic Dystrophy, and later after I broke my elbow I started appreciating my body more. Being grateful that I can still walk, talk, move without much effort, function perfectly fine in my daily life, and do so much more than other people in my condition could only wish to do. Also, during my weekly Tai Chi exercises, the final part is meditation and it involves the “stage of appreciation,” where you need to think of two good things that happened in the last 24 hours, no matter how small. The instructor says “a grateful heart is a happy heart.” And I’m pretty damn happy.

Regrets are a waste of time. Appreciate the past, live in the moment and believe in the future.

Peace, love and a bunch of other zen shit.

Gearing Up for 31

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It’s been a while since I made any lists. Except for grocery shopping lists and lists of Stephen King books, I usually take care of things as they come and don’t really procrastinate until they pile up into a list of things to do. But since the New Year is coming up (i.e. the new Jewish year), I decided it’s time I make a list of resolutions and actually follow them through. I’ve been putting off shit for too long, mainly because I blame it all on my elbow. I say “I need to do x, y and z, but I’ll leave it for after I finish with this whole broken elbow thing.”

So eventually, I had stuff piling up. And here’s my list as it stands:

1) Set all my DM follow-ups: 
Once a year, I need to have follow-up exams related to myotonic dystrophy. Being a carrier, and being only 100 reps short of being clinically handicapped, I need to do yearly exams to be sure that none of my vitals are affected. These exams include three heart tests (Holter, Echo and EKG), a visit to a cardiologist, an eye exam, blood test and thyroid test. I haven’t done these in two years, again because I spent enough time in the hospital for my elbow and didn’t feel like going there for anything else. But I think it’s about time.

Songwriting2) Practice more guitar:
Last night, I played a little guitar with my boyfriend and got depressed because my fingers just failed to respond and whatever I tried to play came out sounding off. My boyfriend told me I should practice a little at a time, like 10 minutes a day, until my fingers get used to the feel of the strings once again. This was also something I failed to do and blamed it on my elbow. I also constantly blame it on my DM, but still, I had DM since I was 16 and it never kept me from playing. I had DM when I recorded the songs for Mistress Distress, and I still had it last night when I played with my boyfriend. But I still play. Practice makes near-perfect, so I should do it.

3) Open a freelance file:
This is not something I blamed on my elbow, but I did blame it on the fact that I hate anything related to financial and bureaucratic shit. But I think that if I do manage to open a freelance status file with Mas Hachnasa, I can actually get paid for any article I publish at the Jerusalem Post. Which brings me to my next point…

4) Write more articles for JPost:
I used to write quite a lot of articles for the Jerusalem Post entertainment section and for Billboard Magazine. I loved it, even if I didn’t get paid for it (and if I open a freelance file, I actually might make some mozzarella). But it’s been a while since I wrote anything more than a journal entry or a zine (and a blog post). And I kinda miss the act of interviewing and reporting and seeing my name in print. So once I manage to get this freelance thing sorted out, I’ll send the JPost an email to let them know I’m open for any articles they want to publish but that no one wants to write. I’ll be up for it.

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5) Design ads for Etsy stores:
I’ve been putting that one off because my design programs are on my home comp, which I never turn on unless I want to get lazy and watch some show. But maybe if I manage to make some ads and post them on this blog for example, it might attract more buyers. I need to refurbish my Paypal with funds I spent on my impending Italy trip. So more online customers will be useful for that purpose. I hate commercial shit, but sometimes it’s necessary. And since one of my Etsy stores is a charity shop (see right, the flyer I made for it before), advertising can actually be done for a good cause this time around instead of being used as a ploy to herd the masses.

6) Find new recipes:
I recently started a regiment I call “weekday vegetarianism”. This means that I eat only vegetarian food throughout the week, and eat meat only on Fridays and Saturdays. I find myself eating a lot of eggs and tuna, and sometimes vegetable soup, rice, salads, pasta, rice cakes and cheese, borekas, and some vegan meatballs my mom makes for me out of lentils. I want to find some good vegetarian recipes for me to try out and maybe make my weekly diet a little more colorful than it is. A variety is always a plus.

7) Set an appointment with my chiro:
Again, due to my elbow injury, I haven’t been to my chiropractor in a while and my posture is absolutely terrible. Even when I try to arch my back and my shoulders until my bones crack, I still look like a question mark. Scary. Hopefully my chiropractor can set me up straight again.

8) Set an appointment with a dermatologist:
I’ve been trying to get this done for the past six months, and nothing worked out. I have a couple of scary-looking beauty marks and I want to check first to see if they’re scary and dangerous, or just scary. And if they’re benign, I might just want to contact some plastic surgeon and get them out of the way. They were small and cute a few years ago, but now they’re just annoying. So either way, they’ve gotta go.

qigong-image9) Get some fitness regiment:
Sometimes when I spent the weekend with my parents, my mom and I do some Chi Kung exercises. I really like it and it makes me feel good. But I don’t know the exercises by heart like my mom does, so if I find a Chi Kung routine on YouTube or something, it could be very useful for me. Plus, it can also help me improve my posture, along with my chiro treatments. I used to do yoga a while back and I really liked it. But now that my elbow is busted and I can’t lock it, blaming it for my inability to do yoga positions that require leaning on my hands like the dog pose or whatever, that’s actually a real problem. But as far as I know from the exercises I did with my mom, there are no Chi Kung positions that require locked elbows. That should be helpful and fun.

10) Buy SK books and some self-control:
I got a whole list of Stephen King books I wanna buy. I wrote about this a couple of weeks ago. So I will no doubt get some of these once I get my Steimatzky gift card on my 31st birthday. But I also need to keep in mind that there are nine other things to do aside from reading and I shouldn’t let King make me his hopeless prisoner once again. I keep telling myself that and it never fucking works! But not this time. This time, it’s an item on my list and it needs to be crossed off. I putting my foot down *stomp*. There.

Peace, love and Shana Tova u’Mevorechet.

IZM – Day 2: 10 Reasons I Love Zines

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1) They’re independently produced.

2) They encourage creativity and uniqueness.

3) They publish content that mainstream media rarely or never does.

4) They bring together different forms of art into a single work – photography, paper art, photocopy art, writing, poetry, drawings, comics, graphic design (if computer is used), etc.

5) They bring together artists from different schools from all over the world, in a common interest and create a diverse, multifaceted community.

6) They’re totally DIY.

7) The producers of zines don’t shy away from the retro form – many zines are produced solely by hand, with no little or no use of computer.

8) Many zines also encourage active participation from the reader – mind games and teasers, a blank page for the reader to fill in, recipes to try out, etc.

9) Each and every zine is different from the next – different size, topic, style, format, audience, genre (perzine, fiction, comix, poetry, composition, etc.). Anyone can find a zine that’s right for them and that they can relate to.

10) As a general rule, zines are anti-capitalist, not for profit, left-wing and/or liberal-minded.

11) Extra reason I love zines: They’re ZINES!

Peace, love and with no relation, I started re-reading Stephen King’s Under the Dome. It RULES!

To Read When Bored

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I don’t have much of an update except for a list of complaints.

– I’m bored, which is why I’m writing this. It’s the only entertainment I can afford at the moment. Sorry in advance if it bores you too.

– I’m on the second day of my period and my dog ate all my chocolate.

– I lost my voice last night when I got angry at my dog for eating all my chocolate.

– I’m tired because I didn’t get my usual late morning nap because I had to take a shower and get ready for a wedding I have to go to tonight.

– I have to go to a wedding tonight and I pray to the Almighty Goddess that the music will be half-decent at the very least.

HOWEVER! There are positive things (which outweigh the negative) to look forward to and to appreciate in light of all my complaints.

– After many gray rainy days, it’s finally sunny and warmer than usual today.

– Today is Thursday which means tomorrow and Saturday I get to sleep in and slack off to my heart’s content.

– I am having an awesome salad with lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots, peas, corn, potato, sweet potato, red pepper, hard-boiled egg and thousand island dressing. And I got it for free!

– There is a wedding tonight which means I can leave work earlier than usual, see my family, and have a decent meal. If I’m lucky, they’ll play some good music.

– I just bought a new pair of black track pants (long overdue) and a decent pair of winter boots. I would have made those a pair of electric purple Doc Martens if their price wasn’t in the quadruple digits. Christ!

– Yesterday, I passed by Tzomet Sfarim (instead of Steimatzky this time) and ordered Stephen King’s complete Dark Tower series. This is a more than just a positive thing. This is a fucking AWESOME thing!!! Long overdue SK fix.

– Chanukkah is coming up in December, which means doughnuts, candles, more doughnuts, shfinj, chocolate money, and ummm… doughnuts! 

– I invited my parents on one of the nights of Chanukkah for a holiday dinner. They haven’t been to mine and my boyfriend’s humble crib yet, so that should be nice.

– December is coming up. It’s the month during which I chose to engage in some intensive DIY. Below is the list of activities I drew up.

You know, I have no problem appreciating all these things, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m still tired, bored, running low on chocolate, have a sore throat, worry about my dog, and stress over the wedding and possible lame music.

Peace, love and tonight I will be wearing the purple dress with the Arch Enemy logo that my mom knitted for me. Another positive thing!