In which Donna is my hero – Day 33
March 12th, 2010
I am fired up and ready for Zine Fest tomorrow. Both Rahsaan and Mary are going, which is nice because that means we can split parking (heh heh for ulterior motives), and the mosey around Columbia looking at a million zines. I have a feeling there will me much schmoozing, which I’m up for. You never know who you will meet, especially in a city as big as Chicago.
As was said in the video, much thanks goes out to Donna of Flanagin’s Bulk Mail Service right here in Valparaiso for offering up her copier this afternoon. I wanted to take some zines with me to swap at the Zine Fest, and was planning to go to the library and pay for copies. When she saw me asking around for photocopy prices on twitter, she said not to bother with that and just come on over. She wanted to support local artists.
I had quite a few free-use photocopy offers, which surprised me, and they were all from people in the NW Indiana twitter circle. It’s awesome. Some people give NW Indiana so much flack, calling us Chicago-wannabes, hilljacks and whatever else you can pull out of that bag of negativity, but the older I get, the more I’m finding this place to have such a wonderful sense of community. Our own community, not part of the bigger entity of Chicago, especially here in Valparaiso. I’m glad we can we’re very local in all senses.
Tangent. I’m pretty excited to write about the Door, which was something else I mentioned in the video. Honestly, I don’t know how I’ve forgotten about it. It’s interesting enough that I think it could be a zine on its own. Yay for being cryptic!
Reading my old journals these past couple days has been a world of rediscovery for me. There were so many things I’ve forgotten temporarily, it’s frightening. I was in a dark place ten years ago, a shell of a girl pulled this way and that until there was almost nothing left. It’s a little uncomfortable to read those journals at times, but it’s also very eye-opening. I’ve come a long way since 2000. That’s when it seemed to all fall apart.
One thing I do sort of miss is the poetics of my younger writing. At times it’s trite, but most of it… is still pretty amazing to me. I should type up some of the entries, as long as people don’t mind the self-loathing and overall teenage angst.
That is very cool that you were able to make copies at no charge. Perhaps you can repay the kindness with some of your fabulous homemade treats or something of that nature. = )
You could always do some type of bartering in the future for things/services you need.
I must admit I had to laugh about the service light. I know that feeling when a light comes on and you don’t know what it means. It would be nice if there was a way we could do our own check if a light came on.
I like bartering and working for trade. It’s a good way to work, I think.
I hate that service light. Seriously, it makes you think something is very wrong with your car when there is nothing wrong with it at all. What a rip!