How did feminism become knowing how to knit yr boyfriend a skull and crossbones scarf?
-Layla Gibbon, who I see is now an MRR columnist and that's the first I've seen of her for years though there's a rumour of a new issue of Chimps on the way. When she still lived in London in the '90s, I tried and failed to make friends with her and her riot grrrl chums.
I'm going to have to subscribe to MRR since it's the sole survivor of the scary zine purge of 2006/7 and the last 2 issues, which I took with me to Spain last week, were ace. No one in the scene misses me, but I miss it a lot. Coincidentally, one ish had not one but two columns about the @ scene in Barcelona. It's all a bit depressing, really and my tourist contribution doesn't help. There was this amazing gig one night:

which I was on my way to when I realised it was off my map, I didn't know how to get there, and also didn't have a way back so I missed it. As part of the city's music festival though I did get to see Sage Francis outdoors under palm trees and for free - terrific gig. He made a cheeky veiled reference to the straightedge tattoo on his back at one point that I assume most people didn't get because they've never seen it. Some things have gone a bit wrong with the vegan restaurants in BCN since I was last there. At least Juicy Jones is still dependable. My back is all itchy tonight from my sunburn. So a v. good holiday overall that will hopefully stave off SAD somewhat. Not exhaustion though since the moment I got back I found an invitation to a job interview. There are many things I need to put on hold and take a rest from at the moment, but the job hunt is probably not an option.
To sow seeds in barren fields
When there's no more fertile ground
To bear the fragile worlds within
Through the ruined one that surrounds
Break the shackles of my past
Give me precious things that do not last
- Catharsis, Obsession
-Layla Gibbon, who I see is now an MRR columnist and that's the first I've seen of her for years though there's a rumour of a new issue of Chimps on the way. When she still lived in London in the '90s, I tried and failed to make friends with her and her riot grrrl chums.
I'm going to have to subscribe to MRR since it's the sole survivor of the scary zine purge of 2006/7 and the last 2 issues, which I took with me to Spain last week, were ace. No one in the scene misses me, but I miss it a lot. Coincidentally, one ish had not one but two columns about the @ scene in Barcelona. It's all a bit depressing, really and my tourist contribution doesn't help. There was this amazing gig one night:

which I was on my way to when I realised it was off my map, I didn't know how to get there, and also didn't have a way back so I missed it. As part of the city's music festival though I did get to see Sage Francis outdoors under palm trees and for free - terrific gig. He made a cheeky veiled reference to the straightedge tattoo on his back at one point that I assume most people didn't get because they've never seen it. Some things have gone a bit wrong with the vegan restaurants in BCN since I was last there. At least Juicy Jones is still dependable. My back is all itchy tonight from my sunburn. So a v. good holiday overall that will hopefully stave off SAD somewhat. Not exhaustion though since the moment I got back I found an invitation to a job interview. There are many things I need to put on hold and take a rest from at the moment, but the job hunt is probably not an option.
To sow seeds in barren fields
When there's no more fertile ground
To bear the fragile worlds within
Through the ruined one that surrounds
Break the shackles of my past
Give me precious things that do not last
- Catharsis, Obsession
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