My partner is starting architecture school tomorrow (!) and he purchased this supply kit. Sharpies, x-acto knives, self-healing mats, tacky glue... hey, these are just a bunch of tools for zine-making! 😋 Man, I'm a sucker for artists' and office supplies...
This weekend was absolutely magical, until it wasn't. Bike adventures with my best friends, hand-lettering workshops (and feeling like the weirdo goth kids sitting by themselves in high school art class, only this time without all the anxiety), farmers markets, and live, loud, joyous, angry music. But after it all, when I checked the news on Saturday night, reality came crashing down. A nice day doesn't change the fact that this country breeds toxicity. A reminder that: we live in a country where hate speech is given a platform; where racists feel emboldened and kill innocents as fascism rises and rises. America, your hands have always been dirty as fuck, this shit is in your blood. This country infuriates me and terrifies me; how do you bring equity to a country that is built on oppression? Punching nazis is nice, but how do you dismantle an entire system? You push back. You never quit fighting. You talk about true things, read histories and perspectives, educate others, and tear down lies. Share the voices and words of women of color. Fight back, fight the good fight. You live a life that is equitable, and lead by example. 🎶 Push back, push back, push back with every word and every breath.
Coco Bean, attempting to censor the propaganda of the doggos, his sworn enemy. 🙀 In all seriousness, I've been reading/loving Nicole J Georges' newest tome, (the wonderfully tender) Fetch: How a Bad Dog Brought Me Home. 💚🐕 Nicole, if you're reading this: Kansas City has gotten a lot better since the late 90s. And I'm sorry my cat tried to censor Beija's story with his big fluffy body.
Another take from yesterday of Talking to my (Kn)own Self... I was right: this zine has earned a spot amongst my all-time favorites, and I'll definitely be seeking out more of Patience's zines. I'd tell you where to pick up your own copy, but I forgot where I got mine (OZF maybe?) 🌤 Yesterday was second breakfasts, boat rides that made me feel like a meme (I should buy a boat. 🐱🗞), lake lore (Did you know that there are entire towns buried at the bottom of the Lake of the Ozarks?), birdwatching, hammock-sitting, and, of course, lots of time spent in the lake. I forgot to put sunscreen on my nose, and now I look like a Rayne Klar illustration. There is a calm temper to lake life, a quiet; life at a standstill with nowhere to be and no obligations.
Reading zines on the dock. 🚤💦 I'm only halfway thru Patience Young's Talking to my (Kn)own Self, but I already know it will be one of my all-time favorites. Stories about the author's life and inner mind, plus tips on how to get your shit together... thoughtful, well-written and insightful snapshots that make me feel like Patience is an old friend.
Sitting on a porch by the lake, reading zines, drinking black coffee and listening to the hummingbirds buzz by. 🍃 The lake house is full of little signs and tchotchkes describing the way of the lake: Love. Life. Lake. If you're at the lake, you're at the right place. Relax and enjoy: you're on lake time. Last night, we went down to the dock, counted stars, and watched a red moon set behind the shadow of trees. Not gonna lie, I could get used to lake life.
Took my typewriter out for a walk, today. 🤓