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The Girl in a Motorcyle Helmet

So I’m scouring the flea markets and second-hand shops and thrift stores and all that usual nonsense on a not-so-recent trip to San Francisco, and I was having terrible luck. I’ve never really had any luck in SF, though, so I wasn’t surprised. I made one last stop over at The Magazine on Larkin Street. […]

Me n’ Pat.

07 Oct 2010 / 0 Comments / in Tales, Short & Tall

I went to see Pat Sansone’s show “100 Polaroids”, which was a show and a book party, cause all 100 Polaroids were hanging in the gallery at Eighth Veil, and there were drinks and people celebrating the publications of Mr. Sansone’s book of the same name. I got there right when the shin dig started, […]

The Los Angeles Festival of Books

08 May 2009 / 0 Comments / in Tales, Short & Tall

April whizzed by and me — without a blog entry for the month. Can I make some time in May for anything synaesthesia? I did make it to the LA Festival of Books. It was great. I went two days in a row, cause I needed that much time to check it all out. Plus, […]

Paris in the Spring.

27 Mar 2009 / 0 Comments / in Tales, Short & Tall

It ain’t really all that it’s cracked up to be…at least not weather wise. Cold and rainy and cold and windy, but hey, it’s Paris, and I’m OK with that. Mainly cause it keeps the vast majority of tourists out of here for another few weeks, which meant I only spent 10 minutes (or so) […]

Volta 2: Il finito.

06 Mar 2009 / 4 Comments / in Tales, Short & Tall, Volta

The rollers — inked white. The type, too. I just pulled 120 (give or take) colophons for Volta, and it’s something I haven’t done in a long, long time. Print, that is. I haven’t really talked a lot about what I do to make my money, but trust me, it isn’t making little magazines to […]

Various Tales, None of them Tall.

Instead of writing on one topic, why not cover a whole bunch of shit today? I set the colophon for Volta. I like the way it came out, for the most part. I’m limited with Volta cause it’s made from scrap papers — old projects, mainly. That’s part of what keeps my cost down making […]

I’m Dropping Letters Like They’re Rhymes, Yo.

22 Feb 2009 / 0 Comments / in Tales, Short & Tall, Volta

OK, I’m not dropping letters like they’re rhymes, and I have no idea where that “yo” came from; however, I’m setting type for the first time in a long time, and it feels great. But you’d only hear something like “boy oh boy it sure does feel good to set type again!” from a total […]

The VNSA Sale.

22 Feb 2009 / 0 Comments / in Tales, Short & Tall

Look at all the kooks. Book kooks. That includes me, of course, cause I snapped this pic, and we’re all kooks cause it’s 5am on a cold, cold February morning, and we’re lined up like cattle for when those doors open 3 hours later. Early bird gets the worm! I’ll also add a “cold, cold […]

Me n’ Hank n’ Tim.

In 1987 I was going into my fifth year at Arizona State University, and I was totally lost. I was a jock, and I was working towards the 1988 Olympic trials, with my sights set on making the ’92 team. In other words, academia wasn’t first and foremost. In my Big Picture, it ranked fourth, […]

the synaesthesia press

06 Jan 2009 / 0 Comments / in Tales, Short & Tall

In 1998 I walked into Norman Hicks shop south of Market Street in San Francisco and bought some stuff. I had no idea what I was buying, nor what I was about to get myself into. Let me quote the greatest living American poet: “In Dispraise Of Poetry” When the King of Siam disliked a […]

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