this photo captures how beautifully tranquil things are over here these days:
I am so damn happy with my new décor in here, you have no idea. It’s a perfect expression of where I am now in life.
I’ve also been listening to vinyl records every day—particularly in the morning—since I got my record player. Analog rules.
Digital technology has its uses, it can indeed be very useful, but especially as something that facilitates the experience of analog, paper, life. Digital is good in conjunction with real shit.
I’ve had it with invisible garbage, I can tell you. Virtual, spiritual… I want things and places that involve my senses.
You know, like when you put a needle on that 33 record. How blissful that is. How I missed this, things like this.
Vinyl is even more enjoyable if you don’t take the whole thing too seriously (this is true of most things). I love my cheap little record player. Embrace crap, I always say. Kind of like this exquisite item I saw on Twitter recently… This is the 70s state of mind that’s given me such joy. The magnificent celebration of refined crap, such as this aspic aquarium with mayonnaise entrée:
This is what you did before the days of President’s Choice. This is my kind of classy right there. That’s what I call inspired.
I’m extremely happy with the enthusiastic response my zine project has been getting.
I remember getting a zine a couple of months ago or whatever, and I almost felt like crying when it got here. A simple thing, folded pieces of paper, a glued on cover image. I felt pleasure in my bones just looking at it, holding it.
I’ll be photocopying handwritten musings of the journal/personal essays variety, adding a color photograph on the cover (the title will be made with an embossing label maker), also photocopied, and stapling the whole thing together. Short zines, which I’ll put in my newly reopened Etsy store. I’m thinking this may well be a monthly thing. It’s very likely that this is how I’ll proceed.
My handwriting, which many people like for some reason, will be the zines’ art, you could say.
At first, I thought I’d write on single sheets of paper, but that felt too “official” and I’d freeze. I don’t want this to be stiff; I want it to be free-flowing and meandering, like my blogging and writing in general. I’ll be writing in Moleskines and photocopying the pages for my zines. So obviously, there will be no editing.
I may also doodle in the zines every now and then. We’ll see.
I’m going to write about life, about my days, about what delights me. Fun, odd stuff; serene stuff; quirky stuff.
So, in 2017 I’ll continue adding books to my repertoire, and I’ll write these zines as well. I’m going to be home, fuck yes—the intense peace and happiness this gives me.
Having an early dinner with a friend later. It’ll be peaceful because this person is also an introvert, and early dinner means quiet restaurant. I do this every few months, hang out with a like-minded person, and it’s enough. The rest of the time, I’m solitary.
I’ll be writing those zines of mine at the local café a lot, no doubt.
Everything is good.
I’ll be letting you all know when the first zine is available, which will be soon.
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor