1. If you are interested in the relationship between photographic images and reality, Abraham Zapruder has a conundrum for you. –Errol Morris’s twitter feed
2. Incompetent individuals fail to recognize genuine skill in others. –The Dunning-Kruger Effect
4. The last days are marked by hallucinations: bears, wolves and aliens prowl the roadside; asphalt cracks rearrange themselves into coded messages. –a profile of Jure Robic, ultra-endurance athlete
5. They’ve watched so many times, full of their clear juice, hanging from small striped boxes, gushing like ants, picking at the hands of unsubtle blind people, nibbling right up to the police hem. –Atonement Century Machinery (Frivolous Ridership) by Fortunato Salazar
Fortunato Salazar, who is 19 and really funny, solicited the editors of Yankee Pot Roast asking if he and I (he volunteered my name) could guest edit YPR during their usual holiday down-time; basically run it. And run it we will, hopefully not into the ground. Fortunato is taking the reigns, though I will also be involved.
So this is a call for submissions, w/ the knowledge of recent editorial usurpation until January. Now is the time to submit — for indiscretion shall be rampant!
For those who don’t know, YPR is one of the oldest humor-satire type journals, back when the internet was this new crazy odd beautiful thing. It’s wonderfully designed, and the content always delivers. Here’s what I’ll be looking for: literary pop-satire, like a journal entry from Hemingway’s Mojito; Kafka’s guest appearance on The Office; or a transcript of e.e. cummings and Georges Perec on Wheel of Fortune — you know, pretentious brainy stuff that won’t get you laid.
We’ll be looking in their queue, but for good measure send to BOTH of us:
firstname.lastname@example.org (My work email, so my supervisor thinks I’m doing work while reading your awesome submissions.)
Salazar and I will figure out the details, but basically, if you get rejected, it’s him. If you get accepted, it’s me. Toss my salad and I’ll supply the ranch (see that’s just gross, but that’s my taste — fuck, another pun!)
Thank you editors Josh Abraham & Geoff Wolinetz for such trust, graciousness, and possible negligence. Enjoy the holidays, and we’ll see you when you get subpoenaed.
(Oh, and if I’m on the HTMLGIANT down-low, you know what I’m doing.)
December 8th, 2008 / 9:40 pm
FRiGG is a nice looking magazine. They make pages that look nice. I like to look at the nice magazine. You should look at the new magazine and look.
A lot of new names here, that makes me say Hi to America while I am sleeping.
God, they do a job making look.
My tired is making me sound disingenuous maybe. But FRiGG is really good lookin’.
I particularly like Fortunato Salazar’s excellently titled: The 15 Elevator Rides from Hell, Composing the Three Days of June Spent in Hearing the Narrations of Doctor Sikorsky; Interspersed Amongst Which Are the Scandalous Doings at the Sheraton Hotel During That Month; All Being Set Down in the Form of a Journal
Long titles are the shit. Let’s go.
October 30th, 2008 / 1:17 am