Archive for July, 2001
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by Ted Warnell
Originally published on July 1, 2001
Originally published on July 1, 2001
[syn: {awareness}] is panel seven from The Pi Process by Ted Warnell – © 2001 Share the Love:Bookmark on DeliciousDigg this postRecommend on Facebookshare via RedditShare with StumblersTweet about itTell a friend
Royal Journal
reviewed by Tom Hartman
Originally published on July 1, 2001
Originally published on July 1, 2001
A Webby award-winner for humor that’s steeped in NY flavah, Royal Journal features some less than flattering pictures of participants in the annual Feast of San Gennaro in NYC’s Little Italy. Funnier still is the assortment of electronic “breakup” cards (one of which features a pair of skunks and the caption “maybe we should see [...]
Opium
reviewed by Tom Hartman
Originally published on July 1, 2001
Originally published on July 1, 2001
Another zine where readers can expect to find laughs is Opium magazine, the highlight of which might be C.S. Howe’s “interview” with Philadelphia 76ers star and league MVP Allen Iverson, who explains his “NBN” tattoo and voices his respect for both George and George W. Bush’s choice of mates (“You gotta respect a couple of [...]
Flâneur
reviewed by Tom Hartman
Originally published on July 1, 2001
Originally published on July 1, 2001
Baudelaire would be proud: Editor Lawrence Levi’s appropriately titled Flâneur seeks to promote idle urban wandering and showcase essays, stories, poems and art inspired by “Flâneurial behavior.” Flâneur‘s contributors, however, aren’t prowling the arcades of Paris, but rather Manhattan’s five boroughs. Contributor Rachel King, for instance, in “Literature,” presents a number of texts found in [...]
Pindeldyboz
reviewed by Tom Hartman
Originally published on July 1, 2001
Originally published on July 1, 2001
According to Editor-in-chief Jeff Boison, Pindeldyboz (that’s PINdill-dee-boz) — now into its 3rd volume, and currently available both online and in an ebook version – should have evolved into a print journal. “I find a printed volume to be something special and something to cherish in a way impossible for an ebook or electronic format [...]
Exquisite Corpse
reviewed by Tom Hartman
Originally published on July 1, 2001
Originally published on July 1, 2001
Back in 1999 when Exquisite Corpse “went zine” rather than shut its doors due to the high costs and mounting frustrations Jeff Boison hopefully will be spared, editor Andrei Codrescu celebrated The Corpse‘s transformation: The old Corpse isn’t dead, he said at the time (or something pretty close), but rather it’s been reborn, to enjoy [...]
The Art of Windows
by Diane Greco
Originally published on July 1, 2001
Originally published on July 1, 2001
My mother, a painter, once sketched me an eight-pane window looking out on a garden. Just above her signature, she inscribed a dedication along with a tag-line: “We get to do the windows.” The sketch, which hung on my bedroom wall beside my actual window throughout my adolescence, was a feminist inside joke and an [...]
Phillip Glass
reviewed by Eric Weld
Originally published on July 1, 2001
Originally published on July 1, 2001
It’s late on a Sunday night and Philip Glass is tired. It’s obvious from the way he digs at his eye sockets with thumb and forefinger and pushes a hand through his crop of curly hair. He lapses into an opaque gaze that freezes his eye movement and focuses on nothing. For a moment, he [...]
Rick Moody
interviewed by Camille Renshaw
Originally published on July 1, 2001
Originally published on July 1, 2001
Rick Moody was declared by The New Yorker to be one of the most talented American writers under forty at the turn of the century. His first novel, Garden State (1992), won the Pushcart Press Editor’s Choice Award. Two years later, he published The Ice Storm, which became an award-winning film directed by Ang Lee. [...]
Spell
by Ann de Forest
Originally published on July 1, 2001
Originally published on July 1, 2001
It was a time when vegetation grew at an astounding rate. We trudged home through waist-high weeds, blinded by dandelion fuzz. Ivy slithered up the walls as we watched. Leaves slipped under screens and pressed against the glass like human hands. We slept. We woke in darkness. We scraped the moss from under our fingernails. [...]




