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Tuesday, January 19th

Issue #4 Sale!

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Like setting sandbags against the portals for an oncoming flood, we’re bracing ourselves for the deluge of work on our next print issue. Which means a few months from now a giant semi truck is going to arrive at our doorstep delivering ten or so heavy boxes full of books. Our storage space is bursting at the seems. To empty it a little bit we’re giving you the opportunity of a lifetime:

Annalemma Issue #4 is on sale for half price! That’s $5 for stories by Joe Meno, Nick Ostdick, Thomas Cooper and many more. What else does $5 get you? Illustrations by Spanish illustration sensation Raquel Aparicio, photos by Simi Valley photographic inspiration sensation Alex Martinez, and an essay by Sam Weller about Kiss.

What are you waiting for? Forget that five dollar foot-long, spend your money on something that will last!

Friday, January 15th

PANK blog / Haiti.

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If you love literature and have been looking to do something for Haiti then quickly get over to PANK where they’re donating the proceeds of all sales (from 1.13.10 to 2.13.10) to charity for Haiti.

Thursday, January 14th

HIC Update.

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Did you know that the deadline for Holiday in Cambodia is tomorrow?!? Holy shit, you better get your holiday story polished up right quick. Especially if you want to be included with the likes of Al Burian. That’s right, Al was good enough to submit a hum-dinger of an en essay that we’ll be posting an excerpt from in the coming weeks.

And in further goodness, Anne took some time out of her busy schedule to answer a few questions about her ongoing work in Cambodia.

(All photos courtesy of Anne’s blog)

Annalemma: How’d you first get involved with the young women in Phnom Penh?

Anne Elizabeth Moore: After Punk Planet shut down—partially due to new governmental policies that made it harder and harder to create your own media—I started investigating places that, like, accidentally allowed the government to have undue control over freedom of speech and yet were still considered democracies. Cambodia is seen as having the freest press in Southeast Asia, but still reporters are threatened, harmed, go into hiding, or are killed all the time. So I started reading about the country and came across this dormitory, the Harpswell Foundation Dormitory and Leadership Center for University Women. Of course, I’ve also always been a feminist because in America, in my opinion, as a woman you become a feminist or you decide to hate yourself, so when they invited me to come be a “leadership resident” I was like, of course! So I go to Cambodia, and was like, ok: no literacy, but a lot of photocopies. No respect for copyright law, but a desperate need to communicate. And a small window in this very traditionally gendered society that might allow us to self-publish without government retribution because, since we’re girls, we’re probably not seen as capable of real harm. (Anyway, I only do one thing in the world, right, which is pretty much make zines, so I figured I’d do it there.)

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A: Had any of them written about themselves/told their respective stories before?

AEM: Lord no, that is pretty much considered a massive waste of time in Cambodia culture. You gotta remember, though, 99% of the artists in the country—including Sinn Sinsomouk, the recording artist from whom Dengue Fever steals all their stuff—were killed under the Khmer Rouge. Also, the intellectuals, the engineers, former government employees, and anyone who spoke a different language or wore glasses. So, creativity, access to certain skills, all this stuff that might allow them the time and energy and even idea to create their own media is not accessible to them in any way. Also, partially because of the Khmer Rouge regime and also because this is just the traditional way of teaching, students are taught via rote memorization to repeat back what is told them—this is how writing is taught. As you can imagine, the critical capacity that it takes to decide to write your own story isn’t easy to come by.

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A: Has it been a positive experience for them?

AEM: I don’t know. They seem happy to see me, but I also know that their cultural teachings are very strong. I think at first they felt very self-indulgent, to be women and to demand space in culture to tell their own stories, much less to distribute them out around the city. I think they’re getting used to it though. After all, they’re aiming to become the first generation of women leaders in the history of the country, so they’re gonna have to start demanding space sooner or later.

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A: You’re there right now, how have things changed for the women since your first trip?

AEM: Enormously. I’m still getting my head around the changes to this city, much less to young college women in a rapidly developing country. For one thing, they’re no longer fresh from the countryside. They’re now women of the world, and some have even traveled outside of Cambodia (Although, still not very many of them, as visas are almost impossible to get for most Cambodians). For another, the KFC’s been completed, and so official Kentucky Fried Chicken signs adorn every fucking thing in town, which is eminently less charming than the hilarious and delightful old Khmer Fried Chicken stand-by. “Globalization,”one of the girls said the other night, and she’s right. So, they’re more comfortable out in the big bad world, which is great, but there are less exciting things for them to explore, which sucks. Now that they’ve been to the legendary Kentucky Fried Chicken, why go to America? I mean, I’m being cynical, for sure, but I think this culture’s taken a real hit lately. As if the secret bombing campaign in the 1970’s wasn’t enough! Now KFC too?

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A: What’s you’re overall goal with this ongoing project?

AEM: Well, I learned to establish a voice and presence through self-publishing with very few resrouces, and my original goal was to simply see if that translated. It did, but now I guess the question is, what do we want to say with that voice? Especially when fear of governmental or peer retribution runs so high? I think that’s what we’re struggling with now, as we talk about how to proceed with this work. Can we be both strong and safe? People who speak up–the amazing Mu Sochua is just one example–are getting in a lot of trouble right now. So, as the Cambodians say, we go step by step. Step by step. They say it in a much cuter accent than I do, however.

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A: You’ve remarked on your blog that there’s an inordinate amount of giggling that occurs between yourself and these women during the times you’ve encountered them. Please explain.

AEM: Well for one, I am hilarious, most particularly to myself, but also, when you don’t share a common comfortable language, you tend to do a lot of things to express yourself. I do a lot of practicing my Khmer on passing animals, for example. Most imnportantly, though, the thing about these young women–for they’re definitely women now and not girls anymore–is that they’re exactly like young adults anywhere else in the world. They talk about boys, try on makeup, want to be pop stars when they grow up, and giggle about anything. It’s just that they started out in rice fields, or houses on stilts in the countryside, and their parents are all genocide survivors. It gives a little bit of a different understanding to a makeup tip when, 35 years ago, makeup in this country was literally inconceivable.

Thanks Anne! As for the rest of you, send those submissions in soon! Also, thanks to Ryan Call for pumping this project up on HTMLgiant and to Matt Bell for doing the same.

Wednesday, January 13th

Mail Bag.

Some interesting articles have been arriving by post as of late. Let me tell you about them.

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The talented J.A. Tyler was kind enough to send me this beautiful bundle of chapbooks from Mudluscious Press. Mind you, I ordered and paid for them (as you should too), but I just thought it should be noted that Mr. Tyler is not a deadbeat who will abscond with your cash, should you order something from him. Not that anyone has said contrary. Goddamnit. See, this is what happens when I try to compliment someone.

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Got my first issue of PANK! Feel the need to always spell that with a exclamation point for some reason. Or clap hands together.

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Conan Tobias did a trade for his colorful Canadian journal  Taddle Creek (or should I say colourful.)

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Lastly, Sheba sent me a collapsible birdhouse. I love it.

Tuesday, January 5th

Holiday Continued.

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Now that the turbines of the new year are slowly howling to life, it’s time to remind you that the Holiday in Cambodia project is still happening. And the deadline is a mere 10 days away!

No doubt things have quieted down for you somewhat. The kids are plunked down in front of their new dopamine-releasing game console. Customers at work have stopped acting like outright assholes, now just disoriented, as if the Christmas monster truck had come up behind them, roared over top of them, the giant rear axle missing their skulls by inches. The world is generally asking less of you and there is nothing to do with this misplaced rage and overall unhappiness toward the holiday madness that we put ourselves through every year. But wait! There is something you can do! And it’s for a good cause!

Send us your story of the crazy holiday bullshit you had to deal with this year. Send us the story of your cousin calling his sister the c-word in front of everyone right before you all sat down to Christmas dinner. Send us your story of getting delayed seven hours in the airport when  you had nothing to do but flirt with the middle aged man with a cloud of black hair and a George Clooney chin, only to have his trench coated wife walk up on the both of you while you were giving him an amateur palm reading. Send us the story of walking in on your Pastor smoking weed in the bathroom.

These things happen. You need to express them. That’s what we’re here for. And we’re donating all the proceeds to helping young Cambodian women make zines!

Send your submissions to holiday [at] annalemma [dot] net. There is a submissions fee on a sliding scale. Login to paypal and click the ‘send money’ tab to the email address above, any amount you feel is fair. Try to keep it under 3000 words, please. True stories only. The only Santa Claus that should appear in your story is the one at Macy’s that smells of Christian Brothers. Bring it!

Monday, January 4th

Reactivate.

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Hope the holiday break was as reinvigorating for everyone else as it was for us. My computer took a shit and I had to get it fixed, hence the crickets and tumbleweeds over in this little corner of the internet for the past week or so. It was nice to step away for a bit, but I did get the feeling like the world was jogging away from me while I sat in a lawn chair and sipped hot chocolate and peppermint schnapps. Time to get off my ass! Time to get off your ass! Time to catch up with the world! Time to jog up to it and goose it as you run by it, then run backwards to face it and give it the two-fingers-to-the-eyes-I’m-watching-you move and then turn on the afterburners!

So what happened while we were away?

Someone came up with the best idea I’ve seen in a long time: Oprah, Read This [via]

Some people unleashed a final avalanche of year end lists and this guy made the definitive one. [via]

Some stuff got expensive.

Some big guns came to the aid of a Chinese writer.

Or wait, was this the definitive year-end list?

What else…um, some asshole set himself on fire on a plane, that blue cat alien movie made a shit-ton more money, and Rush Limbaugh didn’t die.

Some randomness from my week without cyber drugs:

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Oh hey, Lexy. Who are you gchatting with?

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Oh hey, Steve. Why’d you just close that gchat window?

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Walking home from the store we found a park. I said it would be a perfect place to throw a ball or a ‘bee around. Magically, these were on the bench, waiting for us.

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I lit off fireworks and danced on New Years Eve.

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I drank but did not get drunk. While the ladies were inside dancing, the men leaned against a strangers car and talked about relationships. The first New Years where I felt old. I did not feel good or bad about being old. Just okay with it.

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We bought fish. Not for keeping…

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But for releasing.

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To start the year off with some good karma.

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In hindsight I realize this could potentially be environmentally irresponsible, releasing a goldfish into an ecosystem that isn’t used to it. I imagine I’d have a tsunami of bad karma coming my way if I destroyed an entire habitat.

Shit. Need to think these things through more.

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Oh well. Here’s to hoping they don’t tip the balance too much.

Wednesday, December 23rd

Peace.

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Before we bust out for the break, we’ve decided to leave you with a feature that I’m really excited about. Read Dawn Sperber’s If the River Men Take You. It’s a bit longer than some of the stuff we’ve been posting lately but it’s worth it. A fine story to ease you into the holiday.

Not sure what you have planned but we’re going to be spending as much time as possible in a warm bed chipping away at the book pile, eating very fatty foods with friends, sipping hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps, and pretending that we have the metabolism of a humming bird and that a walk around the neighborhood counts as enough exercise to burn off the excess calories.

We hope you’ve enjoyed the direction we’ve taken things this year and we hope to take the magazine in new and exciting directions in 2010. If you’ve been coming back here week after week and reading the stories we’ve been posting and feel that they’ve resonated with you somehow then we’d like to hear about it! Post something in the comments, it’s always nice to hear from the readers. And a big thanks to those of you that have commented on the stories. We hope the year is coming to a peaceful close for you and we all get the rest we deserve before we settle into the oncoming frozen months.

See you in 2010!

Thanks to anuragyagnik for the image.

Tuesday, December 22nd

Holiday Update.

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Things over at the Holiday in Cambodia project are going along swimmingly. So far we’ve had contributions and submissions from lovely people like Todd Dills, Doug Bond, Liz Grover, and Roxane Gay.

All this participation brings our donation total up to $100, and now that I’ve decided to match all the donations this brings our grand total up to $200! That’s $200 going to teach young Cambodian women how to make zines. Which is the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever heard of.

The mother of all American holidays is coming up! All your crazy family members are going to be in one place driving each other nuts! You know that one Aunt or Uncle that ends up drinking way too much and saying something offensive/cringe-inducing/lie-exposing/overtly-racist to your girlfriend or boyfriend who is meeting your family for the first time? Well, now you can turn that uncomfortable moment into something positive by writing it down and sending it to us to publish in a zine, the proceeds of which will go to an amazing cause. Notepads and pens at the ready…and…GO!

Monday, December 21st

Best of ’09.

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Hey! So I really wanted to do a “best of” list, just cause everyone else was doing them and everyone else seems to be getting lots of hits on their site and I want lots of hits on my site so people will be psyched on my shit and ultimately love me because that’s why anyone does any creative work. Should be noted that making lists of things should never ever be considered “creative work” and the blog culture of “this is some shit I think is cool” really pisses me off because people get popular by expressing themselves through other peoples work and the people who actually create stuff are never get nearly as much recognition as the people who pump their shit up. Which is unfair and makes me grit my teeth. Lists!

Best YouTube vid: Shorewood Lip Dub.

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One of the commenters on the YouYube page said it best: “I wish my highschool was this cool.” Imagining a high school banding together for a project like this is nothing short of inspiring. I think about my high school experience with the cliques and the rivalry and the anxiety and the balls-out primal hatred that oozed off the walls and the fact that every type of kid from the rockers to the step group kids to the cheerleaders to the class president to the administrative staff simply blows my mind.

Best Band Name: Truman Peyote

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Sometimes joke band names are groaners. They’re charming in how truly terrible they are. But sometimes two words can tell you everything you need to know about band and the music that they make.

Best Nonfiction: Lost City of Z

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I don’t know about you but the tidal wave of optimism we were riding at the end of ’08 and into the beginning of ’09 crested for me around February or march and I got really down on the world. I didn’t really feel like reading anymore nonfiction wake-up calls. I already look at everything from grocery store produce to unfiltered tap water with a general suspicion, I just didn’t feel like turning another rock over to see the nastiness that thrived underneath. Why not read about one of the last of the Victorian explorers trying to find El Dorado and the New York Times writer that became obsessed with him?

Best Fiction: Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned

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I’m a story type of guy. Tell your story well and I’m yours. Have a good ending and I’ll love you for life. Wells Tower’s endings are like receiving a glittering award statuette just for being your awesome self. Not always happy. Not always sad, but always leaving you with the perfect balance of closure and the desire to hear more.

Best Movie: Where The Wild Things Are

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I fucking love this movie and I don’t care who knows it.

Best Album: Cass McCombs – Catacombs

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Listen to You Saved My Life and tell me you don’t get chills in the chorus and you start to feel a bittersweet pang in your stomach.

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Best Blog: HTMLGIANT

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This is the pulse. Have your finger on it or be an ancient relic. Looking forward to see where Blake Butler and company take things in 2010.

Best Tumblr: Yimmy’s Yayo

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Maybe I like this Tumblr just cause I’m a guy and I like sexy photos, but I can’t scroll down any given page of Yimmy’s without saying “Jesus God!” out loud in raw admiration fo the images I see there. This man has impeccable taste. And maybe I’m a little biased cause he posted my brother’s music video.

Best Music Video: Feel it All Around


Yeah, I’m biased. But this video is still the fucking raddest thing I’ve ever seen.

Friday, December 18th

PANK.

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Yesterday I gave a listen to contributor Roxane Gay‘s podcast over at The Collagist (it’s an amazing story,btw. Takes about half an hour but it’s more than worth it. Flip it on while folding laundry or doing dishes) and it got me thinking about all the cool shit that happens over at PANK. I’ve never actually read a print version. That’s gonna change. I ordered their Jan. 2010 issue as well as Aaron Burch’s upcoming chapbook as a Christmas gift to myself. I suggest you do the same for the lit nerd in your life.

Best of 2009 list coming Monday!