A bunch of awesome friends showed up, and Orie took some photos. Afterwards, the bros (Francisco, Ty, Orie) and I went to Bender’s for whiskey Wednesdays and fried things some high-brow intellectual discussion about the show.
It feels weird to put my face on the Internet, but maybe people who do not have the privilege to live in our smug, foggy city want to see me reading my poem. If not, just scroll through the playlist to see some other people reading and drawing (true story!) their work.
This is my way of saying I am back from the bicycle trip (Seattle to San Francisco) and Lulu and I are making a zine about the trip. We’re calling the zine (you guessed it) Always Look a Dog in the Eye, after some terrifying encounters with those four-legged creatures in Washington State. We’ll include some drawings, maps, title story, notes from a first-time bike tourist (my piece), a blog post from our friend Ocean, and a few more surprises.
Limited printing! Probably about 30 copies. More details soon.
After what felt like a million trips to REI, Sports Basement, random variety stores on Clement Street, Whole Foods, and Trader Joe’s, plus a bunch of packing and some researching, I’m nearly ready to embark on the multi-week bike trip with several friends.
Lulu, Trevor, and I will drive up to Portland tomorrow, hang out with some friends there, and then make our way to Seattle, where we’ll unload the 5 bikes we hauled up the coast, find our crew, make last-minute adjustments to bikes, buy more gear, see more friends, and then get going. We’ll follow the coast all the way down to San Francisco, camp at state and national parks along the way, do some foraging, eat a bunch of the salmon jerky that Simon just made, and hopefully not get too soaked.
Look for some updates in words and images in late October.
A massive thank you to everyone in San Francisco who turned out (and stayed late!) for the FAULTS reading and release party last Friday night. In case you missed it, or in your drunken debauchery forgot to take a copy, we have plenty left.
$5, free delivery in SF, add $1.50 for postage if you are outside of the Bay Area. Write to me (or leave a comment) if you want to mail a check, or send via PayPal or Venmo.
Our fingers ache from binding 200 copies of our latest zine, FAULTS but we’re stoked to share it with you. If you can’t make the party in San Francisco tonight, drop a line to indexfist [at] gmail [dot] com and we’ll send you a copy (or local delivery by bike in SF proper!). Prose, poetry, and images from folks in New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, and of course, Fog City.
We know, we know. You’re jonesing for an update about the next zine, FAULTS. You’re chomping at the bit for a sneak preview of this thing full of art, poetry, and prose, all bound together by hand. Actually by hand.
So here are a few photos of the time that Lulu and I spent at the gorgeous Ink Paper Plate Press, with its founder Sirima Sataman. Located in the heart of the Dogpatch, Sirima’s live/work studio space gets the best afternoon light and was a treat to play in. She was ridiculously generous with her time, materials, and knowledge, and we’re thrilled to have had her collaborate with us. Lulu and I printed over 200 covers by hand, as well as a few rainbow-inked posters for fun.
We’re releasing FAULTS in all its glory on Friday, August 16. Stay tuned for more info, or drop us a line if you want to be added to our mailing list: indexfist [at] gmail [dot] com.
Recently, three other San Francisco-based ladies-who-get-shit-done and I launched Habits of the Mouth, a zine of prose, poetry, and art from over 15 contributors. We’ve recovered from the debauchery and delights of our last release party and reading, named ourselves Index/Fist, and we’re now accepting submissions of more prose, poetry, and art for the next zine.
The theme? FAULTS. The release? August 2013.
We’d love for you to submit (yes, you). Submission guidelines and FAQS are below. Due to space constraints, we won’t be able to accept all of the work we receive. Feel free to pass this on to any faulty-minded friends or lovers. All contributors will receive one free copy of the zine.
Send a .doc or .docx version of your work and a short bio (35 words or less) to email@example.com by July 1. Submissions should:
Be an inventive or classic variation on the theme “faults.” Wikipedia’s got some great ideas here.
Prose must be 750 words or less.
Poetry must be 45 lines or less.
Images (.jpg please) must be 300dpi. Due to difficultly reprinting, we currently do not accept photography.
Submissions will be read blind, so pleasedo notinclude your name in your attachment.
Simultaneous submissions are just fine, but please, no previously published work. We’ll let you know if we’ve accepted your work by August 1.
Hey, what’s a zine? Zines are self-published works with a limited distribution. They can be cut & paste photocopy jobs, bound journals, or a simple computer print-out stapled together. All of our zines are hand-stitched volumes made with extreme care. They are not for profit and are distributed within San Francisco and, upon request, across the US via mail.
How is this different from a literary journal? We’re bypassing traditional publishing norms and venues by printing, binding, and distributing a small collection of gorgeous books by hand. Our zines celebrate content and presentation. We make limited print runs. Read: you cannot get this on the Internet.
What kind of work are you looking for? Concise and compelling prose, poetry, and images that bend our idea of what FAULTS means. We appreciate works of all genres with distinct points of views, as well as images that can be easily reprinted.
Can I still submit if I don’t live in San Francisco? Damn straight you can.
Why are you calling yourselves Index/Fist? Are you some sort of S&M group? Ha! Because it’s a bangin’ typographical symbol that desperately needs to get some more play in the printed world. ☞ ☞ ☞ ☞ I don’t want to submit but I want to get a copy of the zine and come to the release party. How can I do that? By emailing firstname.lastname@example.org those exact words.
So you might have heard that three other friends and I made a zine called Habits of the Mouth…but in case you haven’t, here are some photos to whet your whistle! Lulu, Rebecca, Francesca, and I asked dear friends, scattered near and far, to send us their mouthiest prose, poetry, and art.
We put it all together in the little book you see here, hand-bound by the ladies-who-get-shit-done-themselves. We had a baller reading and release party last week, and are already brainstorming for the next one.
But what’s that? You want a copy? You’re in luck: we’re in the midst of our second print run, so we’ll have zines to spare. If you’d like one of these bad boys for a mere $3, drop me a line. If you’re local to San Francisco (or the surrounding Bay Area), we’ll hand-deliver it. If not, snail mail is no problem.
A little teaser for ya! We (Rebecca, Lulu, Francesca, and I) hosted the zine release party and reading for Habits of the Mouth on Friday night. Beautiful night, wonderful people who were great listeners, friends who brought things, strangers who became friends, the list goes on.
We’re doing another print run of the zine because we ran out of copies, so give a shout if you’d like one ($3 each). More posts to come with photos of the zine and some of the work.
Photo credits: Lulu Richter (top) and Shashin Chokshi (bottom).
This Saturday, some dear friends (above, stopped at Marin French for a quick cheese-and-champagne break) and I rode a bit more than a “century” (100 miles) around the Bay Area. Some of these more hardcore friends rode another century on Sunday. The sick route that Lulu devised is here.
I’m writing this because I love you, even though I may not know you. RIght now, for a brief moment, we know each other and in this moment, we’re connected in some small way. Wherever your life goes, please don’t lose sight of what’s important to you. Hold onto it in some small part of yourself and please don’t give in. Please don’t tell yourself that you are unimportant, stupid, ugly, worthless. Please don’t sell yourself short. Your life is important to others. I hope that it’s beautiful. I hope it’s a life you’re proud of, that brings you quiet and contentment. I know that there are people who love you and circumstances that move you. I know you have the strength to find whatever you’re looking for, I know that if you’re lost or not proud of who you are, there is always time to change. Please don’t forget how important you are to me.
—found in one of the many notebooks floating around Cherry Alley Cafe, the best place to get a cup of coffee in the beautiful Lewisburg, PA
Even if you don’t live in this foggy, temperate, pricey, amazing bubble that people typically call San Francisco, this piece on SF Love Affair’s blog is definitely worth a read. Highlights include pro tips, what the Richmond really used to be like, and the skinny on the 49ers, among other witty commentary.
“ Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer. ”