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).
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!