I went to bed at 2:45 in the morning and woke up four hours later to the first real snow of the season. And it didn’t bother me at all. I am slowly unlearning my hatred of the winter and trying to look at it in a more positive manner. Preparing yet another winter survival strategy – this year, it means planning a week-long trip to Halifax, Nova Scotia as well as a visit to my hometown to see my family, looking for a new apartment in Montréal, working on zines and teaching myself to play the ukulele. Today has been really hectic and it’s only halfway over. I was out of the house shortly after sunrise, and on the metro toward Parc-Extension, where I went for a blood test as part of a pharmaceutical study that I’m participating in. Afterward, I finally sat down to respond to some emails that had been sitting in my inbox for over a month. Honestly, I don’t really enjoy writing emails and people are likely to get a speedier (and more thoughtful) response if they send me snail mail. Just sayin’. Afterward, I was off to another study at the Montreal Neurological Institute, then I grabbed a couple of slices of pizza and settled in for an afternoon of staffing at the Union For Gender Empowerment. Have since been drinking green tea, listening to this mix of 1960s girl groups posted on Rookie and trying to get some things prepared for Expozine this weekend. (Facebook event here). The boots that I thrifted for eight bucks have been keeping my feet warm and dry. Score.
Still left to do: Stop by Vincent’s to pick up a drawing that he’s contributing to Culture Slut #25, go to the Ste-Émilie Skillshare to edit and print some photos, pick up Maranda and Yaz at the bus terminal, grab some dinner and perhaps head to Jesse‘s craft night if I’m not too exhausted. Long day, and pretty typical, actually. In case you ever wondered why you never see me, or why I don’t update my blog so much anymore.
Something else I’ve been up to: Re-organizing my zines! Maybe one day I’ll even count them, but for the time being, they are at least in alphabetical order. I’m considering donating a large portion of them to the zine library at the Union For Gender Empowerment (as part of what I want to do here involves expanding and promoting the zine library, as well as getting my letter-writing club going again and other such things). I’ve already donated about twenty-five of my books. Lately, I’ve been feeling strange about hoarding all of these fantastic things away in my bedroom where no one gets to see them but me (and others who occasionally spend time in my bedroom, wink-wink). Besides, I’d like to move to a new apartment soon and this’ll give me a couple of crates less to carry with me.
Does anybody have contact info for Johnny who does the zine 8 Letters? I’d like to distro it, but his NYC mailing address is no longer valid and I don’t have any other info.
How do you store your zines? Do you think you’d ever be able to part with your collection?