Hariet and Hillary...

Wow, I posted 20 minutes ago and I'm back again. I wanted to post a quick response to Hillary Clinton's speech at the Democratic Convention. It was excellent and unifying I guess for any jackass saying that they'll never vote for Obama because they liked Hillary. (I understand preferring Hilary over Obama, but there is no rational reason to not vote or vote McCain over Obama) If you are in that camp and were not swayed tonight, you are indeed a jackass. I wonder if those speeches really make a difference. Hillary quoted Harriet Tubman. Wasn't there someone more modern she could quote? The she ended by wishing everyone Godspeed. Apparently we all need to go somewhere really fast. She didn't say where and I can't necessarily go rush out and vote for Obama at 8:15 on August 26th.

Good speech though and hopefully a few idiots were swayed by their cult leader's words. Hillary is great, but she isn't the most amazing woman in an office. She was a first lady and then a 2 term senator. There are a lot of other women out there that have overcome much greater odds than being married to a popular president and becoming a senator in a liberal state.

I want Hillary involved. Give her a position in the cabinet and help her get universal health care passed, but Barrack Obama should and hopefully will be president. Harriet Tubman said so...

So did Helen Keller.

Yay for cheep jokes,

Peace,
Bob Fantastic

Quick Post,

The zine symposium turned out alright. I learned a lot, which was the goal. Next time I'm going to have a lot more time to make it look prettier. I had to rush the formatting an awful lot because of classes and having zero time, and what I finished did not look anywhere near as good as it did on original or in my head. Of course, compared to other people's art there, mine sucks, but I've always wanted to be more of writer than an artist.

Onward and upward I say...I found a post online saying my art was painful and design bad and I can't argue, but I'm learning and I think people will still enjoy it. Much love and respect, peace, I'm going to get to googling myself.

Day 2 Zine Symposium

It's 7am, I'm doing chemistry because life mihgt immitate art, but it also doesn't stop, and I have to learn chemistry. Day 2 is today. I'm actually going to bring the camera that I said I would bring today and maybe even walk around and try to be more social. I as dumbfounded yesterday by the sheer amount of people with completely rad things there. Today, I won't be shocked at all and should be in a much better place to have fun. My table will have a newly purchased High School Musical Balloon.

Peace, Love, and Rock and Roll


Bob

Zine Symposium today, and a slight introduction to music

I'm hoping a few people make their way to this site today after visiting the zine symposium at Portland State. Here goes nothing. My cookies are in the over, so that I have something at the table other than an old Optimus Prime toy, my zine, and my chemistry book (the book has become something of a comfort blanket: think Linus from Peanuts + studying.) So I hope you took a cookie and acquired a zine for what I'm thinking will be about a dollar, and left happy. I'm going to put up an absorbadent, probably meaning two, pictures on here after the symposium, if Morgan is willing to help me. Again, I'm terribly sorry about the shitty website, but I don't know how to do much more, but am going to learn. But anyway (Blues Traveler said that), I think it's time to tell a silly story...

So my first cd was Boyz II Men. I was having a conversation about this the other day, specifically focused on how the hell that was my first cd. My 5th grade self was not deeply into R&B or harmony for that matter. I think the only music I knew at that point was Queen's Greatest Hits volume 2, fading memories of New Kids songs, Disney, and a whole ton of Neil Young songs.



That year I had bought a huge boombox at circuit city. It was fabulous and off brand (Sanjo I believe) and lasted a good 12 years, may it rest in peace. However, I didn't know what music to buy. I didn't have that many friends and no older siblings to guide my music listening.

On Christmas day, I excitedly ran downstairs, ecstatic to see what was under the tree. I found a package that would over the years be felt many many too many times: a cd case. I ripped into the wrapping paper and then into the then mysterious plastic shrink wrap to find out what was indeed inside. I ran upstairs and stuck it in my boom box, which I carried down on my shoulder like I'd seen people doing on TV. This was going to be awesome. I was ready to hear a guitar, but what to my wondering ears do I hear: smooth harmonies and some fabulous Philadelphia R&B meets boy band.

I can't lie, I liked it, I listened to it over and over again, until I got a Green Day cd, and even then it took a while for that first album to work its way out of rotation. The question that stuck in my brain was how did that cd become my first album. My dad doesn't listen to R&B and neither does my mother. They most certainly didn't listen to modern pop radio or watch VH1. My dad claims I asked for the cd, which isn't true because I had never heard of Boyz II Men, so I called my mother, who claims that a friend of the family who was living with us at the time, told my parents that Boyz II Men was what all the cool kids were listening to. Not Nirvana, not Soundgarden, or anything else with guitars and rock: Boyz II Men.

So this post is in honor of that cd and the fact that my first slow dance ever at a rec center on the Isle of Palms in South Carolina with a girls who's name I never learned to forget, and who I ran away from the rest of the night after my friend decided to walk up behind us and start yelling "Go Bobby, it's your birthday" was to the sounds of "I'll Make Love to You" (except not performed in Korea) by none other than Boyz II Men.



It must have effected my music taste somehow, but that's a subject for another time, I mean they did give me a great appreciation for the Beatles. The cookies are done and I need to attend to my hygiene before I leave for the symposium. Hope I meet you there and don't come off as some overweight jerk who spent his morning eating cookie dough and thinking about 5th grade.

Almost time for the symposium

So it's almost time for the zine symposium. I'm hoping to put a little more up on this site between now and then but that is certainly a questionable task. I finished the zine today. Citric Acid Skin Irritation is completed. There's a small sick twisted part of me that's going to try and finish Cold Russian Steal by Saturday, but I don't know if that will happen. Either way I'm pretty psyched. I'm actually putting something into the world that wasn't there before, even if only some 12 people ever read it.

So if you somehow end up here by accident cool, there's nothing really to look at yet, but in the near future stuff will be here. Much love and rock and roll!

Here's a piece of fabulous Stanley Mathews work:

Shit, Shit, Shit,

It's hot and I don't own air,
how can you sell air
AC AC AC
You can't get to DC
without AC,
I will not be shook all night long,
without AC,
107 degrees inside,
my ass is sweaty.
Sweaty Anus...