Reading Zines & Marching In The Streets

I guess it’s been a little over twenty-four hours since I wrote this and I’ve gotten a lot done. I spent the morning responding to all the emails and messages that I’ve been procrastinating on (I seriously really hate corresponding with people online, you don’t even know, just send me a letter), weighing zines and scanning covers, restocking and ordering new zines, getting in touch with everyone who applied for the Fight Boredom Zine Residency (this year’s participants have been announced here), reading zines, and writing descriptions. Anyone who thinks that running a distro is a piece of cake has obviously never done so. It’s a lot of work, but it makes me really happy.

I took a break in the evening to meet up with a friend for a local casserole. I brought a metal spoon and a small tin that one would bake banana bread in (this is what I think of every time I see it), and she brought a spoon and a small mixing bowl, which made the most delightful sound. We made music, just the two of us, as we walked along St-Ambroise until we found a crowd of about fifty people doing the same thing. I recognize a lot of the people who are out every night, even if I don’t know their names. We all smile and nod and chant: « La loi spéciale! On s’en câlisse! » (We don’t give a damn about the special law). There is always some asshole who tries to run us down with their car… tonight there were a few. I took pleasure in blocking traffic and dancing for the angry drivers. Mostly it’s sweet times, though. Marching through the streets with friends, strangers, and the few family members who also live in this city.

It’s one o’clock in the morning and I’ll probably read zines for a bit before going to sleep. The news section of this site has been updated to reflect new titles in the catalogue, as well as a list of places I’ll be tabling at over the next few months. New titles include Doris #29, Echo! Echo! #9, Everybody Moon Jump #11-12, Leaving Room For The Im/possibility Of Unicorns, Show & Tell #9, and FIT: A zine about sports, fatness, feminism & disability, as well as Anarchist Bookfair Bingo prints, pictured below (made by missvoltairine).

Play a game with your friends, or hang it on your bedroom wall!

These prints are only a dollar each!

Did I tell you about how wonderful the Montréal Anarchist Bookfair was? Such a whirlwind of zines and coffee, hangin’ with friends and talkin’ with random punks and seeing the same familiar faces that I see every year. Some highlights include meeting a reader who drove here from Vermont, meeting someone from the anarchist bookstore who’s starting a rad mental health collective and wants to translate Maranda‘s zines to French, selling out of copies of Betrayal: A Critical Analysis of Rape Culture In Anarchist Subcultures (I promise I’ll have more soon), deciding to distro cassette tapes, meeting the person who does Flat Broke MTL, seeing a bunch of awesome bands at Death Church and Squalor, biking up to Il Motore for a dance party… the whole weekend was all kinds of overwhelming, but mostly in a good way. And in a few more weeks, I’ll be at the Toronto Anarchist Bookfair! Lemme know if you wanna house a couple of zinester gals June 22nd – 24th. À la prochaine!

4 thoughts on “Reading Zines & Marching In The Streets

  1. “FIT: A zine about sports, fatness, feminism & disability”

    OMG! I have to order this NOW. (Even though I am still wading my way through dozens of unread zines…)

    • I totally thought of you when I saw it! It’s by someone in Montréal that I met recently and it’s such a good read. I’m really enjoying talking it up alongside Get Fit For The Pit.

  2. I didn’t realize you hated corresponding online so much. I will switch to 100% postal contact with you, other than time sensitive stuff, like when you need to arrange to get me at the metro.

    I got your tumblr mail where you said you were “bad at the internet” or whatever, and that’s why you hadn’t written back to my first note.

    Being ‘bad’ at the internet in this era is actually a skill for young people, in a way.
    I want to read Maranda’s zine about that.

    I just mailed you a letter from where I am right now: Florida. Do you know how I did it? I put it in my mom’s mailbox, raised the little flag up, and the postperson comes and picks it up!!! amazing.

    • No worries! I spend too much time online, though a lot of it has to do with dealing with my distro and stuff. I have a bad habit of procrastinating on responding to emails/messages of any sort, so sometimes they just kinda build up for a month or two and then I start to freak out, even though they would probably only take two minutes each to respond to anyway. But the less messages I have, the less time I’ll spend online. I was talking about it with a friend the other day, and I think that having accounts all over the place (Facebook, Tumblr, etc) creates an illusion that I (or anyone, really) am always around and able to be gotten a hold of. So I’ve been practicing logging in less often, leaving my cell phone in another room, stuff like that. I’m actually responding to a bunch of messages right now, and after that, my plan is to write a few to-do lists (because I’m spending the weekend at another med study), then go hang out in the sunshine and write letters. It’s gonna be lovely!

      So cute about the mailbox and the little flag. I saw an art show recently that incorporated a bunch of those classic-looking mailboxes and it made me really happy.

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