Approach zine making the same way that you made blog posts 10 years ago. Do you have an opinion that maybe 8 friends and like 3 strangers might be interested in? An answer to a question that's infrequently asked? A rant you could turn into a tight 5? that's zine material right there, buds

As my artistic output ramps up, my energy for personal correspondence gets, uh, worse than usual, so I’m feeling proud of writing three short notes to mail off with zines last night.

Before you knock anyone for “speaking ill of the dead” it’s helpful to reflect on what aspects of that public figure’s life and conduct might inspire someone’s first thought to be “I hope it was the explosive diarrhea.” LOL.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m probably never going to own a boat, so I’d like to share my clever boat name: Mist Opportunities. I ask that if you use this name, please invite me on the boat, preferably on a cool day so I can wear my wool fisherman’s sweater.

Watching World Cup games is another opportunity to be irritated at all the celebrities in commercials. Too many! I only want to see guys (of all genders) I can’t quite place.

THAT GAME WAS INCREDIBLE

Since nobody asked, my lukewarm take on the World Cup is that I genuinely love watching games where I don’t really care who wins! All the fun of sports but none of the anxiety! Go teams!

How’s your morning? I sent a marketing email to 30,000 people with the draft subject line still in place, which COULD have been totally embarrassing, but because I’m an actual adult all of my draft titles are merely topical and boring, rather than something hilarious like “pile of farts 2000”.

Midlife hack: compliment a fellow middle aged person on their cute perimenopause-inspired personal fan. WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER content.

I dreamed I was a fabric buyer; I dreamed my pal MMC was French braiding my hair.

Commercials are either overwhelmingly loud, gambling, or pharmaceutical lately, so imagine my delighted cackle at a silent pan up a very long pair of legs, abdomen, and torso that winds up focusing on the face of Kevin Durant holding a tub of CeraVe. PERFECT.

It’s not hyperbole that part of what kept the queer liberation movement going in the Reagan era was the partying part of the “bury your friends in the morning, protest in the afternoon, and dance at night” schedule. Without joy there is no air left to fight

Friday night can be anything you want! Churn your own butter; watch the NBA playoffs (like meeeeeeee)

Can’t wait for the inevitable commercial announcing Jack In the Box’s full English breakfast value combo.

Just gave bedazzling advice to a teen at work, sharing the depths of my 80s childhood craft knowledge. The circle is complete; praise Allene.

Feeling the thrill of making a damn zine about my self-imposed art residency while cat-sitting. Narrative? Yep. Little drawings? Of course. Photos I converted to halftone? Mmm-hmm. Clip art from the most perfect issue of Craphound? INDEED.

Spotted in San Francisco

Young Donal Logue is in this episode of The X-Files (S1 E3): a total dreamboat.

Today I ate an incredible sub/hoagie/grinder/I don’t even know what they call them here (there was much confusion while ordering). Anyway I discovered the secret to making it taste perfect is OREGANO.

This morning on the bus I saw someone with a concerning open wound; I saw someone wearing pants in the trademark plaid of Pee-Wee Herman.

Thumb drive sent through the washing machine (cold, no dryer) a few weeks ago was left to dry thoroughly and as of today I can report STILL WORKS!

I have a few theories but I am SO curious why so many of the gifty shops on Valencia sell so much of the same stuff. I want them all to do well AND I bet carrying a variety of stuff would help that.

New art! “Fries” 9 x 9”, felted wool

Found a copy of The Lonely City in my local little free: excitement! Opened it to read and discovered that someone has annotated and underlined throughout 😒

Julian Casablancas middle-aged, two-handed hoist of the waistband, I feel u.

I love printing stuff SO MUCH. A sentiment inspired by the wee risograph print shop at my neighborhood infoshop 💗

Doing my taxes online and every new thing I have to change windows, log into (if I even saved a password last time), or consult in my downloads folder is another opportunity for complete distraction.

I made a pspsps noise at a cat on my walk to dinner, then on my way home the same cat bolted across the street so that it could wind between my ankles and bonk my shins with its face 🥹

This UConn game is bonkers

Ok so because the bus was late I met a fascinating person at the bus stop and got to hear all about her huge-scale art installations and sheep-minding around the world AND IT RULED

I’m sorry, a bus rolling through three minutes EARLY on a Monday morning and not bothering to do schedule correction is RUDE.

If your pet had a phone, do you think you would be friends on Instagram?

Cute felt eel, won’t delete later. (I made this)

A classic anti-masker tactic is to claim that if you don't wear a mask 100% of the time, it isn't worth it. Untrue. Every single time you wear a mask, you reduce the chances for viruses to spread. Wearing a mask always improves public health, even if you only do it occasionally.

Got a new debit card in September or October, now it’s March and the chip is already broken, rendering it useless on any machines that only accept chips. I am so tired.

I signed up for this and the zines were fun to read! Recommended!

There’s a volunteer-run riso printing service in an info shop in my neighborhood. I finally visited and had some prints made today, and wow I am AGAIN/STILL so grateful for punk communities and resources.

This recipe is always good; sometimes I only make the sauce and have it with pasta and a scoop of ricotta, sometimes I have it on toast. www.thekitchn.com/cheese-stuff... seems like it would freeze well but I haven’t tried yet.

I left KEXP on all day for the cat while I was at work and now she’s like A LOT cooler than me?!

I don't follow figure skating, so I couldn't figure out why I started sobbing while watching Alysa Liu's gold medal-winning performance. Then it dawned on me: I was watching a young woman be free.

Ideally, the people using their talent, time, and energy to make outstanding creative work and the people relentlessly promoting and marketing that work wouldn’t be the same people.

How many times have I said “TOEPICK” so far this Olympics? Two.

Same.

At Winter Olympics, everyone is Stupid Sexy Flanders 😆

It’s midnight and I’m in bed listening to two owls hooting back and forth at one another. PS I’m in OAKLAND.

After I finished my first needle felted sweater project I had a great idea for a new one, featuring COW

Every time I see a photo of Beffrey Jepstein I think about how leathery he looks, like a smelly old sandal that’s been left on the shore of a brackish body of water too long—discarded, forgotten, and probably full of fleas