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fontaine-zine · 7 months

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I'm concerned that this project is slated to be for profit, but there is so little transparency as to the mods and their accounts. There is a list of a insta accounts, etc, that has been posted, but even the writing mod's AO3 doesn't seem to exist. With the posting of the head mods info graphic their twitter handle is spelled incorrectly, they zine doesn't follow their account on twitter, and, according to their twitter account, the head mod is SIXTEEN. The reason I'm concerned is that there is little to no experience. "All mods have it" doesn't mean much when there's literally no paper trail. What sorts of production has your prod mod done? What about financing? Why is the head mod sixteen? Why are none of the twitter accounts linked to the zine and why is Instagram the hub instead? Why does the writer mod have no writing (that I can see) to show for?

If this were free and digital I would care much but when you slate a project as something for profit, that transparency is necessary.

Hello Anon! Here are the answers to your question:

We understand completely the need for transparency, especially when we are taking money from others. We know that recently, there has been a reason to be warier of zine mods considering some have taken money and run off. We hope the information below helps ease your concern.

JOXEIA ( HEAD MOD ): Hello! I understand your concern with my age, as I am a minor. However, I am not directly handling any finances, as I am fully aware I am not mature enough to do that, especially as it is illegal for me to have a PayPal account. However, I am the one that came up with the idea, and I wanted to be directly involved in the creation of a Fontaine Zine, instead of watching from the sideline.

My family is very involved in the production and shipping business, and because of this, I am asking them for advice and information. I am not well educated enough to make decisions on my own, hence why Court Of Fontaine has other moderators and why they are also involved.

Instagram and Twitter are both involved in advertising Court Of Fontaine. I understand you view Instagram as the hub, but in reality, most of our interaction comes from Twitter. None of our moderators are very active, or really use Twitter, and so we follow them on Instagram instead. Not everyone wishes to be on Twitter, and I will not be forcing them to create an account simply for the purpose of the zine. I, too, am not very active on Twitter, and so did not think to follow myself immediately.

As for our writing mod, we are no longer having them on the project due to internal conflict. Whilst they are a lovely person, and a great writer, we were worried they would not be able to commit fully in the way we would want them too. We are currently looking into replacement moderators, and it will be solved soon.

ANGEL ( FINANCE + PROD. MOD ): Of my social medias, I personally only use Instagram for the purposes of art and other business or social media-based outings. I don’t have a public Twitter, and I don’t use many other platforms. Though you may be able to find me on Tiktok if you were looking, I don’t intend to directly connect those together, as my Tiktok is more personal than it is operational. Moreover, for many reasons regarding safety over the internet, privacy, and other such things, my more private accounts will not be handed out during this. A separation of business and personal life is the best way to handle most things.

My experience in production lies in Conventions and ordering products for that purpose. My experience in finance is in a similar line, though I have also excelled at math for forever. That said, it is my first zine, so this is likely to be a risk and that’s more than understandable if you or any others are worried about it.

I understand the worry about the head mod being 16, because it’s something that threw me off about this too, as I’m personally 20, and I’ve spent ages researching various business laws and rules to ensure that things I am doing and intend to do in the future will go well, but so long as a young moderator is aware of what they’re doing and mature about it, I’m not going to stop them from trying to make something.

We wanted to address your concern quickly and efficiently, however there is a time zone difference between our moderators. Angel and I have both spoken about our experience and reasoning, as the focus of your question is mainly about our roles. We will have our formatting mod and graphics mod speak later, when they are available.

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viscommblogs · 11 months

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May 18th - How zines are educational

Frontiers | Zines as Reflective Evaluation Within Interdisciplinary Learning Programmes (frontiersin.org)

What are features of a zine?

Zine research

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softkuna · 3 years

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Sukuna || Interview || Fic

Part 1

Content ║ Punk!Sukuna x reader. There is an oc version here.

Beauty wasn’t in the eye of the beholder, no, it is in the mind. Sukuna was enraptured. Addressed again, he shifted his posture, leaning into the arm of the couch as she did with her chair. The two were close in their cohort. An air of comfortable conversation lingered between them, much to his dismay. Her question wasn’t unusual. He’d been asked it in the beginning of his career and one where he had a planned answer.

Count ║ 2,626 K

Consider ║ Swearing. Female Pronouns (she/her).

Creator ║ This is the reader version. I took the name of the oc out. Hopefully the double post isn’t too weird? I did research on punk fashion, culture, and all which was really interesting. I knew some stuff about it before, but it’s really rich! I hope it’s not too information dense for you guys. Either way, Punk!Sukuna is now my comfort au and writing him is an absolute delight!! Also, Sorry for changing from ‘you’ to she/her ;v; it’s a lot easier for me to write/edit this way.

Sukuna had a lazy grin as he lounged back into a modern cream sofa. His arm stretched across the back of it, ankle crossed over his knee. Eyes staggered from the two cameras set up to the woman talking with some other chick. One held a small stack of papers, the other was grandly gesturing. He breathed out a short-stop breath, wishing they wouldn’t waste his time with bickering. Annoying as it was, it left a thick self-satisfactory lather over his ego.

“-didn’t you say the band?”

“Yeah, but this is better.”

“Sure… but what happens if-“

Quite frankly, he hated most press and avoided it, so to just have him in the hot seat was a double-edged blade. They didn’t get the whole band, but they did have The King himself. Whatever publicity he thrived off of were live shows, signings, fancams, tangible and real-time events. Interviews were a complete and utter waste of his time. He did a couple in the beginning, but found them pointless, callous even. They all asked the same shit. So, him coming alone was absolutely a note to pin to the fridge, even if it were a passive-aggressive post-it note.

His head turned to the two going back and forth. It wasn’t until the third minute ticked by that Sukuna felt the flashpoint of his blood plummet, “Yo! We doing this or what? You’re wasting my time here, Eros.”

The blogger whipped her head to the man with an indignant, “Excuse me?”

“Eros. Known for being reckless and unreliable? Like your scheduling.” He leaned forward, elbow on knee and chin in palm. The aura of shit-eatery exponentially growing, “You’re not excused, sorry, not sorry Princess.”

“I think you have the wrong God,” She quipped as she dusted off the front of her outfit. It was a smart look and an intentional one for an interview with a punk rocker. What would strike the best complement than a khaki academic outfit? It consisted of a white high collared button up, sleeves billowing before cinching at her wrists. The blouse was stuffed into high-waisted, cuffed khaki chinos, pleated at the center of each pant leg. Over top, a gray woolen sweater vest. Accessories included various silver rings, a black ribbon to tie under the folded collar, and small silver studs as earrings. Makeup remained that done-up natural with brow, liner, and mascara. Hair had been swept into something similar to a faux 1920’s bob, pulled loosely back. The overall silhouette made the perfect contrast.

Sukuna wanted to peg her as your average superficial fashion bitch, he really did. Even at the concert, she dressed smartly despite the pathetic look on she wore on face. It wasn’t until afterwards when he saw the burn in her eyes, that he craved for her to prove him wrong.

Black flats clacked as she approached her own seat, a matching armchair to the couch. She held a certain command once she walked in, instructing him on where to be, which camera to look at, and what the introduction would be. He listened, admiring how her small frame moved to and fro, fixing up last minute edits on a paper, chattering with who he assumed to be a videographer. It was a whole production. One that was hers. The set itself was practically out of a home décor magazine. It was a general space used across the publisher, but she was born to be there. Deserved to be there. Her calculated glee and deliberate positioning of each member made him feel as though he were looking through a mirror.

The interview process began.

She sat professionally, legs crossed and leaning on the arm of her chair closest to Sukuna. He was unmoving, that slit to his lip curling upwards as the cameras began. She introduced the blog, the channel, her social media handles. With a smile, she introduced herself, “With me in this special is lead singer of Two Face, the King of Curses – Sukuna.”

The camera panned to his lazy wave, “Yo.” He looked to her, she looked to him and for a moment she thought she saw a flicker of interest. Maybe the man was meant for cameras after all.

“After looking more into the punk scene, there’s a pretty interesting history behind it. Revolution, social discourse, poverty, violence, and unity. As someone in the scene, can you talk a little bit about what you know of the background?”

Sukuna drank in her voice, smooth and warm like the steady strum of a bass guitar. For a moment, he wondered if she sang. He quirked a brow, “Sounds like you didn’t research enough to summarize it yourself,” Eyes flickered to her features, watching as slight annoyance crinkled onto her nose then smoothed, “Let me learn you, Daisy. Starting back from rock in the 50’s, take that, strip it, build it with shit you find in the backyard…” His wrist rolled as his harmonious voice sang on, lacking even a single stutter as he summarized the movement top to bottom, inside and out, “…So, people would make their own records, sell them in plastic bags, they’d scan and reprint photos to make their own ‘zines. Shit was hard to distribute without tech…”

Much of his dissertation, she hadn’t even found on her own deep dive into the culture. Sure, the anarchist and nihilistic ideologies were well known to pretty much anyone who would listen, but the deep history and connection between communities was far beyond the surface scratched into.

“There’s a crowd of sub-genres now. Fuck ‘punk is dead’ what even is that bull shit?” Sukuna scoffed, jerking his chiseled chin to the side, “Only thing that’s dead here is – ironically – peoples drive to change.”

His interviewer sat in silence for a moment, mind spinning. He spoke in the way a well-educated University professor gave a dissertation to his peers, dripping in confidence from his storm of information. He was articulate despite the fowl language, even including a tie in to modern perception. Excitement curled into the recess of her mind. In a delightful turn of events, expectation and reality didn’t match up.

She leaned forward slightly folding her hands over the arm of the chair, “That was comprehensive. Thanks!” She chuckled, causing the man before her to freeze and thaw with a nod. She continued, “With all of this mention of D.I.Y. culture in punk, let’s talk about Vivienne Westwood.”

Sukuna kept his attention to her profile as she spoke to the camera, catching himself in the glow of her enthusiasm, “On Kings Road in England, she kickstarted the fashion movement into gear. Now, many would think that with a style such as this, it would’ve been hand-me-downs, pins, self-stitching, but contrary to this belief, many of the clothes in her store were expensive. Knock offs circulated, and seeing as much of it did have that hand-done finishing touch, many decided to take tailoring to their own hands…” Not that this was a competition, but she found herself trying to prove his ‘research’ comment wrong. Her ability to scour and exhaust her resources of fashion history is the furnace that kept her going and she would make it well known that she was not to be challenged.

The approaching lurch of a stalemate stuck to the walls of the vocalist’s stomach. Something he didn’t think he’d feel for a while. Small stuff over here may not’ve known all there was about the cultural history, but he could feel the crashing wave of fascination washing over him as she spoke. Sure, some of it he knew. Some of it he naturally garnered from stylistic preference and others he learned for marketing, however there was just a certain target she aimed for with such precision that he bled a newfound admiration.

“You’ve answered it already, yeah, I know. I saw the interview,” Her head tilted to the side, pleasant smile hinting at her trick, “but enlighten me for a second about how your natural style transitioned to what it is on stage. We’ll put up some of the photos taken from last night here,” her hand gestured to some empty space, “You basically turned chiaroscuro and made it a performance. It’s obvious in how each member contrasted with themselves and the stage.”

The chick didn’t even know who he was a week ago, yet somehow watched every interview since the start? An answer tumbled from the tongue readily, “Punk is like a renaissance of music. Like I said before, it tore down the foundations of what was before and built something new out of it.” The words were succinct, but as her pretty lashes bat, he was goaded into continuing, “Contrast is important. I like art. I like plays. Just ‘cause it’s punk doesn’t mean I can’t have it look aesthetic? Or is that a word only snobby fashion journalists can use now?”

“Hm. Change ‘journalist’ to ‘vocalist’ and you’re a word away from meeting the requirement,” It was a sour candy treat traded for his lemon warhead.

“Ouch. Miss Blog-Spot here has some sass,” His large frame leaned further into the armrest, cheek resting on that fist.

“Mister Eight-Track here is some a–“

The videographer clapped his hands, “We have sponsors, you know. We can at least censor him.”

It was Sukuna’s time to laugh a loud, hyena-like cackle. A large hand smacked his leather-clad knee. She scrunched her nose again, biting back her tongue from childishly jutting out at him.

As soon as the videographer clapped his hands again, she recollected herself, shuffled her papers, and continued on, “From what it looks like, you took a mixture of old and new high-trend brands and added a touch to them to keep with theme. Even now, you’re wearing a Real McCoy with cone spikes embedded. Is that custom made? McCoy isn’t cheap.”

Part of him hated her keen eye, but reveled in her raw talent all the same. “I’m not going to bull shit you and say I dumpster dive for my clothes. I like high quality things. What’s the point in making money if I can’t spend it? What’s a bigger ‘fuck you’ than having your version of a top-brand item being worth more than the original?” With a proud glint in his eye, he rolled the jacket off, sure to make a grand display of strong, bare arms as he did so. The muscle tank he wore was similar to the concert before, white with a pocket, neckline was stretched and worn. It hung over the dense muscle of his shoulders and chest. Sukuna could feel the trail of her eyes on him. His chest puffed from her approval. He threw the jacket over his knee, flipping the leather inside out to show where the studs had been placed, “See this? Did it myself.”

Manicured fingers touched the inside of the jacket, thumbing the connecting points that the studs were pressed in by and sealed. The work was immaculate. Sukuna leaned back, canines gleaming as he saw her mouth move in a silent ‘wow’. He picked the front of his tank top, snapping it up and allowing it to billow back to his body, “Embroidered this, too.”

He waited for her comment, her praise. Why? Like he needed some two-bit Vanderbilt bitch’s validation. He chalked it up to being praised by a master of the craft. He hadn’t been prepared for her to take the fabric between her fingers and rub it, concentrated brows cinched like a corset. Well-toned abs flinched in response to her delicacy, but she didn’t notice.

The embroidery was messy and chaotic, but it was obviously intentionally. The way the needlework was so clean, barely leaving a hole from the pull of the exceptionally soft fabric. It wasn’t floral like in the concert, but abstract stitching created crosses and streaks here and there, using the composition of the fabric as like it were a canvas. Experimentalist. It was like touching the work of Westwood herself.

God, she hated how perfect it was. It squeezed her heart to know that he was so effortlessly multi-talented. She rubbed the fabric between her fingers once more, attention being stolen by his baritone voice. She could practically hear the treble in it, “Ey Princess, you think it’s okay to just touch me?” His breath caught under the arrogant teasing of his words. Not from the words themselves. Couldn’t care less about that. What choked him up was whatever resplendent emotion flared from them when she peered up to him.

“Let me check the tag.”

“What?”

The blogger leaned back, cheekily snapping the shirt as she did so. “Your shirt, can I check the tag? I want to see what its made out of. Also, sorry.”

Sukuna blinked twice, mouth stupidly hanging open before he leaned forward, “I’ll allow it.”

He may have tinnitus, but he wasn’t deaf enough yet to miss the mocking ‘I’ll allow it,’ muttered under her breath. He wanted to laugh, but for the second time, the graze of chilled fingertips along his skin shut him up. Along the back of his neck, she fiddled to flip the collar and tug it. Her eyes squinted and a hum escaped her throat. Sometimes she wished she could read upside down. That’s when she sat on the back on the sofa and leaned closer, pulling the shirt to better read the small print. If Sukuna were a cat, he’d lean his head into her. The thought physically bothered him.

“I knew it. It’s American Pima. Thanks for letting me check.”

He missed the shiver her touch gave him as she sat back into her chair.

“While I have more questions for you, this video’s gotten pretty long already, so we’ll have to cut it a bit short here,” She gave a closing statement, motioning for her guest to do the same. With a thanks, the cameras were cut.

While the editor and videographer chatted together, She leaned heavily into the back of her chair, poised posture slipping into something more comfortable. Long lashes slid closed and a heavy drag of breath lifted her chest. Sukuna’s eyes trailed along her form, contemplating Eros once more.

She exhaled sharply, “I do appreciate you coming on stage. It’s disgusting how talented you are.” She laughed, cracking an eye open to meet his, “I prepped a lot of questions thinking you’d be short with me. It’s a shame I only got to ask a few.”

He was surprised himself. It was more than just her talent to make him talk - she may have been the first to see him as an opportunity rather than a commodity. ‘She would be the first and last reporter to see me as a meal’ was the thought he had going into this interview. He had every single intention to shut down her buffet, make it apparent that he was not to be dined on by a single soul. Yet, if his dish were ‘opportunity’, hers would be ‘intrigue’. He wanted to devour it, to know its palette and identify its spices. It was a compulsory urge to order, just to see why he craved it in the first place.

“Film the next few concerts. Backstage.”

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jgaulkesvad-gdi · 3 years

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Week 8 - Ch. 8, Kelly Walters, and Zine Process

For the past few weeks I have been staying very busy with various projects for school. It has been pretty stressful trying to find a balance in it all and I believe that it is starting to show a little bit in my work, especially when it comes to this weeks process images but more on that later.

Chapter 8 was the required reading for the week and it provided a lot of valuable information. The chapter focused on typography on our screens or more specifically how complex and important it is to maintain a typographic design when moving from a screen to a physical print. We all know that screens come in various shapes and sizes, and that the picture quality of these screens can vary drastically. As a designer, it is very important to know that the resolution of type changes depending on the amount of pixels are on the screen, If there are less pixels, then there is less detail and vice-versa. Anti-aliasing is a technique that is typically used to help with this issue as it gives the illusion of smooth curves. However, this technique has problems of its own as when the type is made smaller, it becomes more blurry. Overall, the chapter provides good information and tips on what to keep an eye on when moving from on-screen to off-screen.

Also, this week I attended a live meeting with designer, educator, and author Kelly Walters. In much of her work she focuses on race and representation in design and she continues to research and teach about the culture of various races in visual designs. Just like other designers before her, she provide invaluable information on the world of design and beyond. I personally found her stories about school and the time shortly after she graduated very intriguing. As a graphic designer in college, the thought of graduating has always scared me a bit. The fear of not finding work has popped into my head many times since my time at school and hearing her story helped to relieve some of that stress. I find it so interesting to hear how different artists started out. The stories they share, while similar in some ways, are often vastly different from one another. However, one thing they all have in common is that finding their individual style was the thing that paved the way for their careers.

Lastly, as I said earlier, I have made some progress on my Zine project this week. I have the basic format down for most of the spreads but I truly am not happy with where I am at the moment. I originally wanted to make my Zine in the style of an old journal with sketches and taped pictures in it, but my lack of knowledge with the software I am using is making it difficult to achieve that.

I ended up using the pen tool in illustrator for all of the "sketches" in the design. As you can see, it didn't turn out well. The sharp, geometric lines of the vectors do not look right with the old stained paper background. They don't really fit together at all actually. I also need to do some serious work with the typography and the layout of the images on each spread. Hopefully, I can manage to turn the designs around before it's too late as I would like to do the topic justice. I'm going to redo the sketches and play around with the layout a little more, and see what I come up with.

#graphic design #typography #uofscvad #university of south carolina #designprocess #design

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mfaunlv · 5 years

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Meet the New Class!

It is our pleasure to announce the 17 writers who will join our UNLV community this coming Fall 2019 semester! Congratulations to everyone, and welcome to Vegas!

PHD/BLACK MOUNTAIN INSTITUTE FELLOWS

Robert Ren is a writer and teacher in New York. He has a BA from the University of Chicago and an MFA from Columbia University. Having escaped a corporate career, he currently tutors kids in standardized test prep. He managed to avoid the whole college admissions scandal, but that's only because his photoshop skills are terrible.

Dorothy Solomon (not pictured)

MFA Fiction

Bronwyn Scott-McCharen was born and raised in Jackson, Mississippi and graduated from Hendrix College in 2014 with a degree in Sociology and Anthropology. She then lived in Buenos Aires, Argentina for three years, where she immersed herself in the country's vibrant political culture under the guise of academic research. Her interests outside of writing fiction include travel, photography, international politics and history (especially Cold War history). She is currently hard at work on two novels in distinct stages of development--one completed manuscript in need of polish and another in the earliest phase of drafting and intensive research. She speaks Spanish and Brazilian Portuguese and hopes to soon add Bosnian/Croatian/Serbian to her budding repertoire of languages.

Mir Arif developed the idea of storytelling at an early age from strangers—astrologers, street magicians, herbal medicine sellers and other con-artists—frequenting the quiet alleys of his childhood neighborhood in Comilla, a small town in southern Bangladesh. He graduated from University of Dhaka with a degree in International Relations and worked as a staff writer for Arts & Letters. His short stories have appeared in various magazines and e-zines in the US, Singapore, India, Sri Lanka and Bangladesh. One of his short stories was longlisted for the Commonwealth Short Story Prize 2019. He likes to hike and spend time with parakeets.

Karen Gu's fiction has appeared in Paper Darts and The Margins and is forthcoming in McSweeney's Quarterly. She has been awarded fellowships from Kundiman, the Jack Jones Literary Arts Retreat, and the Loft Literary Center. After five years in Chicago and four years in Minneapolis, she is looking forward to the desert.

Mohammed Jahama often introduces himself as Mo. He likes to write about those kinds of borderland identities and to talk about words. And is excited and grateful for the opportunity to do such things at UNLV.

Sylvia Fox has too many interests and a wandering soul, which is why she writes fiction. Most recently, she spent the last two years in Baltimore, MD, surrounded and inspired by artists. So many aspects of her identity have led her to believe in the subversive power of showing up, taking up space, and creating space for others. She looks forward to continuing to explore this in writing and in community with others.

MFA Poetry

Nick Barnette, an Alabama native, attended Texas Christian University where he received a BA in English and BS in Film-Television-and-Digital Media. Upon graduation, Nick received a Fulbright Fellowship to Greece where he taught ESL in an elementary school in Athens.

Sarah Spaulding is a Tennessee native and a lover of the mountains that raised her. She graduated summa cum laude with her BA in psychology and English with an emphasis in creative writing from Carson-Newman University. There she discovered her penchant for digging around in people’s heads. She often writes poems to dig herself out of her own head. Her work appears in Tennessee’s Best Emerging Poets, Aletheia, Ampersand, The Sigma Tau Delta Rectangle, and soon-to-be a guide to Southwestern Iceland. When she’s not busy exploring the mire of humanity, Sarah enjoys dancing in the sunshine, petting other people’s dogs, and helping her father type his memoir.

Jo O’Lone-Hahn is from rural Pennsylvania, and is now on her way to Las Vegas, continuing on her lifelong mission to see the world. She has a B.A. in poetry, studio art, and religious studies from Hampshire College. She writes poems that focus on misunderstood people, naiveté, and the imagination inherent in remembering. Jo has held jobs such as: social worker, tattoo-shop-front-desk-chick, archivist, and tarot-reader-on-the-streets. She is also a member of the Departure Collective, a literary group which conducts workshops, organizes poetry readings, and creates chapbooks. When she’s not writing, she makes mixed-media artworks, wanders around, and befriends grumpy old men.

Nicholas Gruber is a native of Wisconsin, where he earned a BA in Economics from UW-Milwaukee. He is an emerging poet, and--hand to God--a human.

Kathryn McKenzie is a Las Vegas native with a BA in English. She drinks enough tea to match the annual consumption of the entire country of Ireland, and prefers snuggling up in her reading chair with a book, toast, and tea to almost anything in the world. Beyond her deep love of poetry and literature, her passions include: asking to pet every dog she sees, cracking her back after standing up in the movie theater, planning Halloween costumes years in advance, and talking about all the parties she is going to throw, but never actually throwing them. Her poetry has appeared in Neon Dreams and Unincorporated, and her interest in publishing has led her to work with Interim, Witness, and Helen: a literary magazine.

MFA Nonfiction

Christina Berke is a Libra and a teacher from Los Angeles.

Jordon Smith, raised among the Tetons in Wyoming, is a nonfiction writer who enjoys the pleasures and curiosities of the natural world. She completed her undergraduate degree at Utah State University where she met her husband. After graduating, she and her husband moved to Oklahoma where they welcomed a baby boy. Jordon discovered a love of distance running during her time in Oklahoma and is currently training for a marathon in July. When she is not running, she is working in the public library, taking long car rides, or watching children's television shows.

At first look, Soni Brown's life is a series of parodies. She is an immigrant who planned and spent her first vacation in Dubuque, Iowa in January; a former flight attendant afraid of heights and a classically trained chef who prefers Stouffer's frozen meals. As a nonfiction writer, Soni uses her journalism training to write about women, immigrants, and the vagaries of life. A wife and mom since 2016, she is constantly trying to have it all especially a partner who picks up after himself. At the end of the world, you will find Soni nursing a tumbler of herby gin while recounting the year she spent in Brooklyn with Jay-Z. So what if he doesn't know her.

Alyse Burnside: I am a writer and educator currently living in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I received by B.A in English and Gender Studies from the University of Iowa. While I consider myself primarily an essayist, I am interested in working between the confines of genre, combining poetry, narrative, and speculative nonfiction. I am currently working on a collage project of interviews with spiritualists, metaphysical myth, and the neuroscience behind how one creates their own reality. When I’m not writing or working, I am reading, traveling, or watching reality T.V. I am thrilled to be attending UNLV in the fall and am excited to meet the desert for the very first time.

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uwmarchives · 6 years

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#Stationery Saturday

Our sister department @uwmspeccoll is usually the one who posts visually stunning examples of all types of printed materials. We love seeing their posts that display print designs, showcase typography, and explore modes of paper making or printing processes. There are many ways of working with and learning from primary sources; we can investigate their content but we can also investigate their materiality. The UWM Special Collections department often reminds us as researchers to look at the construction of these objects and the artistry that went into their creation.

But, unlike the Special Collections department, the Archives Department doesn’t have a store of fine press and artist’s books. And we don’t have shelves of comic books and zines. Because our department deals with manuscript collections and organizational records, we simply don’t have the same cache of visual materials to share and investigate in that same manner...or, do we?

Check in with us on Saturdays as we practice what we preach to our student researchers: investigate the object as much as the content. This new series, #Stationery Saturdays, will showcase the fascinating letterheads and stationery examples held within our collections. We may take a look at the historical context behind some of these examples or we may just invite you to enjoy the unexpected artistry with us.

For our inaugural #Stationery Saturday, we are presenting the beautiful stationary of Trefflich’s Bird & Animal Co, Inc, which we found in our Zoological Society of Milwaukee County Records. The Trefflich’s Bird & Animal Company was a twentieth century animal dealer, with whom the Zoological Society of Milwaukee and the Milwaukee County Zoo conducted business. This company stationery is wonderfully detailed! The letterhead component includes multiple graphics; notice that in addition to the safari animal scene along the right and center there are mischievous monkeys climbing up the company logo along the left. The company’s name, logo, and address are comprised of multiple fonts in various colors, some of which are also shaded. This stationary also includes a footnote with the company’s motto printed in a yellow script typeface “Monkey Headquarters of the United States.” Despite the fact that there is certainly a lot going on with the graphics and typography of the address block, the letterhead doesn’t overwhelm the page. If we ask very nicely (and we are), @uwmspeccoll may offer their thoughts about the typography or educate us on how this stationery was likely printed. Viewers, we’d love to hear your thoughts, too!

#letterhead #correspondence #typeface #zoological society of milwaukee county #typewriter #UWM Archives #letterpress #katie #typography #font #design #stationery #stationery saturday

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zinepavilion · 5 years

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2019 Zine Pavilion Events

Unless otherwise noted, all events happen at the Zine Pavilion, Booth #2947.

All Weekend

Create a page for the annual ALA Conference zine. A table with supplies to express your conference feels, ideas, or anything that strikes your fancy will be set up at the Zine Pavilion booth #2947 during all Exhibit Floor hours on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Return mid-morning on Monday to get your own copy of the final zine!

Friday, June 21st

5:30-7:00 pm: Zine Swap

Bring a few copies of your zine to swap and share with other zine creators. Can’t make it the first evening? Don’t worry! An area to swap and share zines will remain up on the Zine Pavilion information table throughout the weekend.

7:30 pm: Zine Pavilion Social (at Busboys and Poets, on 450 K St NW, Washington, D.C. 20001, USA)

(Note, this event is happening at Busboys and Poets. Map + directions.)

Social gathering of zinesters / zine librarians Friday night after the exhibit hall opening! It’s a 5 minute walk from the convention center.

Saturday, June 22nd

11:00 am-12:00 pm: Why Zines are on the Comeback, and How Your Library Can Get Involved in the Rise of Zine Culture!

In this session, Anisa Rawhani, Assistant Editor of Broken Pencil: Magazine of Zine Culture and the Underground Printed Arts, leads a group discussion on the return of the zine. Homemade, not for profit mini magazines are all the rage again! Give zines a home in your library and connect to teens and millennials! Anisa will get you started on the dos and don'ts of starting zine collections, zine clubs and zine fairs!

1:00-2:00 pm: Zines Out Loud: Zine Reading

Hear zines come alive with exhibiting zinesters reading their zines out loud! Have something to read from a zine but not exhibiting? Join us, share!

4:00-5:00 pm: HOME in the other

Panel discussion with collaborators from HITO (Home In The Other), moderated by Christopher Kardambikis, of Paper Cuts. HITO, is the result of the workshops facilitated by Adriana Monsalve in collaboration with Christopher Metzger (Stevenson University), Noelle Pouzar (LATITUDE Chicago), and Bomin Jeon (MICA). Your personal narrative is a powerful tool. We can dismantle the ‘other’ when we trust ourselves with our own stories and are willing to take them into vulnerable spaces. We have produced a collaborative project through simple zine making in the mediums of photography and writing. Students were asked to participate by engaging with their individual experience and paralleling that with others’ encounters. Through this intimate and investigative process we delve into kinship and community. Together, we can further understand our current condition through this intersectional workshop.

Sunday, June 23rd

9:00-10:00 am: Zines, Research, and Education

Join Matthew Murray, Research & Scholarship Librarian at the University of Guelph, for a conversation about how to use zines as sources in your research, how to produce zines based on your research, and how to embed zines into the classroom. Plus: Trade zines based on your research with others zine makers!

11:00 am-12:00 pm: Building your DIY brand as a Black Creator

Presented by Liss Jackson and Shae Bryant of Tortillagurl.

12:00-1:00 pm: ZineCat: The Zine Union Catalog

Join Jenna Freedman, Associate Director of Communications and Zine Librarian at Barnard College Library, for this session about ZineCat (work-in-progress), a union catalog dedicated to zines! It brings together holdings from disparate libraries with divergent metadata schema. The zine union catalog attempts to harmonize, rather than normalize and find mutuality, rather than control of creators and descriptors. The catalog is built on the open access platform Collective Access and is made with zine creators in mind, as much as catalogers and researchers. We’re still just at the prototype stage and embrace new contributors and contributions!

1:00-2:00 pm: DIY Desktop Publishing Tips and Tricks

Veteran zine maker Corey Bechelli will discuss various ways to create high quality photocopied zines on a shoestring budget. Learn about free, open source desktop publishing and image editing programs, tips for working with printers, and ways to optimize your files to get the most for your money.

Monday, June 24th

12:00pm: Pick up the Collaborative Zine!

Come by the Zine Pavilion to grab a copy of the collaborative zine once our zine magicians have worked their magic to get everything put together and printed.

#alaac19 #2019

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zine-scene · 6 years

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Open Call for Submissions!

We are seeking submissions for The Weasle: Vol. III, a contribution-based zine published in Reno, NV, USA. The zine will focus broadly on libraries, books, reading, and accessibility to literacy and education. We are seeking writing, illustration, information, photography, narrative, testimony, games, poetry, and any other printable content that contributes to a conversation about the impact of reading, books, and libraries, as well as funding for libraries, and the importance of accessibility to literacy and literature, especially in low income households and for youth of color. We are looking for submissions that tell a story, inform about the topic, suggest a positive action or actions to take, relay a personal experience or opinion related to the topic, and/or provide reliable external resources about the issue. Even if your specific knowledge of the topic is limited, we encourage you to share your thoughts and stories in any capacity and, if you want to, do research on your own (head to the library)! Be as creative as you want, and don’t feel limited by the exact prompt. As long as the submission can be printed on paper and is related to the topic, it is eligible (and likely) to be included!

The full details and specs are at docs.google.com/document/d/1B-stqJNSLrJSmOMyI6ZL-PPlfwM_BLRHBRfyeLNGzjU/ – please take a look at the full call before you submit.

Submissions due June 15th, are open to everyone everywhere, and should be emailed to theweasleysandextendedfamily at gmail dot com (you are welcome to direct questions to that email address, too!).

will focus broadly on libraries, books, reading, and accessibility to literacy and education. We are seeking writing, illustration, information, photography, narrative, testimony, games, poetry, and any other printable content that contributes to a conversation about the impact of reading, books, and libraries, as well as funding for libraries, and the importance of accessibility to literacy and literature, especially in low income households and for youth of color. We are looking for submissions that tell a story, inform about the topic, suggest a positive action or actions to take, relay a personal experience or opinion related to the topic, and/or provide reliable external resources about the issue. Even if your specific knowledge of the topic is limited, we encourage you to share your thoughts and stories in any capacity (Why is reading important to you? Do you have any special stories about a favourite librarian? etc.) and, if you want to, do research on your own (head to the library)! Be as creative as you want, and don’t feel limited by the exact prompt. As long as the submission can be printed on paper and is related to the topic, it is eligible (and likely) to be included!

#submission #art #writing #comic #zine #anthology

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zines-in-chinese-cultures · 2 years

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To A Far Away Land: Locating Feminist Memory Making and Knowledge Production in the Chinese Diaspora through Zines (21 Jan 09:00-11:00 GMT)

Helen Yeung

(she/they, Auckland University of Technology/Migrant Zine Collective)

In 2017, Chan Mei Ying submitted a piece titled “To a Far Away Land” to Generation Migrant (issue #2), a community zine exploring the complexities of Chinese identity in contemporary Aotearoa (New Zealand). The piece, included a black and white photo of her mother dressed in cheongsam, with words paying homage to her bravery, pain and sacrifices following her migration from China in 1948. Pages of the zine also included autobiographical essays, poems, visual imagery and photography from predominantly Chinese women and queer perspectives, exemplifying the idea that zines act as “sites of feminist memory work in which the personal and political are fused” (Chidgey, 2013, p. 658). The contributions further exemplified zines as a tool for those in diaspora to assert agency and authority through practices of self‐representation and knowledge claims (Licona, 2012). This paper explores zines as a form of informal memory work and knowledge production to document Chinese diasporic feminist perspectives beyond mainstream and traditional publishing spaces. Utilising my positionality as both a Hong Kong-Chinese diasporic feminist researcher and the creator of the Generation Migrant zine series, this paper critically expands on current scholarship for feminist memory work through self-publishing. In particular, the gap in literature for the role of zines in documenting, sharing and archiving voices of dissent for marginalised genders in diaspora.

Helen Yeung (she/they) is a feminist researcher, community organiser, activist and zine-maker in Aotearoa (New Zealand). Her work as an activist first began through grassroots organising in domestic and family violence prevention for migrant women and youth of colour. She is passionate about violence-prevention, and building spaces for marginalised communities through organising, conducting educational workshops, and designing culturally specific facilitation frameworks. Helen is currently completing her PhD research at Auckland University of Technology under the School of Communications Studies. With an academic background in Politics and International Relations, her research centres on migrational and diasporic experiences, feminism and gender, digital activism, DIY media production, multimodality and alternative participatory methods. She is also the founder of Migrant Zine Collective, a zine collective which aims to amplify the voices of migrant communities through activism, self-publishing and arts-based practices.

Affiliations Auckland University of Technology (PhD Candidate) Migrant Zine Collective (Founder)

Instagram: @migrantzinecollective

#zines #Chinese women #feminism #migration #day two

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kennyeckschoe · 3 years

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Figure Drawing 1 Introduction

My name is Kenneth Eckstein-Schoemann and my pronouns are he/him/his. I go by Kenneth or Kenny. I am a junior majoring in Fine Arts with a focus on Painting, Drawing, and Printmaking. Some of the things I am interested in learning in this course are how to do gesture drawings as I have never done these before and I see it is part of the course work. In my Comics class we did drills of drawing a character for 1 minute, 30 seconds 15 seconds which reminds me in a way of gesture drawing. I also want to learn how to draw using a grid for reference points which I see is our first assignment. Learning how to break down artwork into specific pieces will definitely help my drawing abilities and keep me focused on learning one aspect or form at a time. I am also interested in learning how to draw realistic human figures that accurately portray the anatomy of the human body using media that brings out the limbs, muscles, the contours, etc. of the body. Learning about the tools and types of papers and its uses are also part of my art education that is lacking and I look forward to understanding how to use tools and paper in ways that give my artwork the best presentation.

The professors I had for Drawing 1 and 2 were Professor Holecheck for Drawing 1 and Professor Gibson for Drawing 2. I had both courses over zoom and for the most part had a few good experiences in regards to learning various drawing and coloring techniques. That said at times it was frustrating not having in person instruction by the Professor as I had lots of questions that I had to resolve myself through research and videos on my own. I know that learning with in person instruction would have made my skills stronger and given me more confidence in the artistic choices I made. I feel due to the remote aspect of these classes created some gaps in my learning. Thus, I am excited to take the knowledge I gained from Drawing 1 and 2 as well as other art classes and expand on it in this class.

I am also excited that instruction from this class will help me in drawing and creating my human-like animated characters for my cartoon series I created for Eck-Schoe Productions/Publications called “Flame N. Spice the Pepper”. It is my life goal to be an animator. This summer I took Professor Kozlowski's Comics and Zines class. The comic above is one of the many pieces I created this summer for his class.

Above are some of the comics I did for Professor Kozlowski’s Comic’s and Zines class this past summer.

The art below is from my Drawing 2 class with Professor Gibson.

The piece below is from my Drawing 1 class with Professor Holecheck

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softkuna · 3 years

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Sukuna || Interview || Fic - oc

Part 1

Content ║ Punk!Sukuna x oc. There is a reader version here.

Count ║ 2,626 K

Consider ║ Original Character. Swearing. Female Pronouns.

Creator ║ I swear this will go somewhere, I just enjoy the set up too much. So this is the version with the oc that I have. Her first name is Koyori. I have tagged this so that if you dislike ocs, you can read the other version. But! If you like ocs, hopefully you’ll like her ;v;. I did research on punk fashion, culture, and all which was really interesting. I knew some stuff about it before, but it’s really rich! I hope it’s not too information dense for you guys. Either way, Punk!Sukuna is now my comfort au and writing him is an absolute delight!!

“-didn’t you say the band?”

“Yeah, but this is better.”

“Sure… but what happens if-“

Koyori whipped her head to the man with an indignant, “Excuse me?”

Black flats clacked as she approached her own seat, a matching armchair to the couch. Koyori held a certain command once she walked in, instructing him on where to be, which camera to look at, and what the introduction would be. He listened, admiring how her small frame moved to and fro, fixing up last minute edits on a paper, chattering with who he assumed to be a videographer. It was a whole production. One that was hers. The set itself was practically out of a home décor magazine. It was a general space used across the publisher, but she was born to be there. Deserved to be there. Her calculated glee and deliberate positioning of each member made him feel as though he were looking through a mirror.

The interview process began.

Koyori sat professionally, legs crossed and leaning on the arm of her chair closest to Sukuna. He was unmoving, that slit to his lip curling upwards as the cameras began. She introduced the blog, the channel, her social media handles. With a smile, she introduced herself, “I’m Yama Koyori, and to join me in this special is lead singer of Two Face, the King of Curses – Sukuna.”

The camera panned to his lazy wave, “Yo.” He looked to her, she looked to him and for a moment she thought she saw a flicker of interest. Maybe the man was meant for cameras after all.

Much of his dissertation, Koyori hadn’t even found on her own deep dive into the culture. Sure, the anarchist and nihilistic ideologies were well known to pretty much anyone who would listen, but the deep history and connection between communities was far beyond the surface scratched into.

Koyori leaned forward slightly folding her hands over the arm of the chair, “That was comprehensive. Thanks!” She chuckled, causing the man before her to freeze and thaw with a nod. She continued, “With all of this mention of D.I.Y. culture in punk, let’s talk about Vivienne Westwood.”

Sukuna kept his attention to her profile as she spoke to the camera, catching himself in the glow of her enthusiasm, “On Kings Road in England, she kickstarted the fashion movement into gear. Now, many would think that with a style such as this, it would’ve been hand-me-downs, pins, self-stitching, but contrary to this belief, many of the clothes in her store were expensive. Knock offs circulated, and seeing as much of it did have that hand-done finishing touch, many decided to take tailoring to their own hands…” Not that this was a competition, but Koyori found herself trying to prove his ‘research’ comment wrong. Her ability to scour and exhaust her resources of fashion history is the furnace that kept her going and Koyori would make it well known that she was not to be challenged.

“You’ve answered it already, yeah, I know. I saw the interview,” Koyori’s head tilted to the side, pleasant smile hinting at her trick, “but enlighten me for a second about how your natural style transitioned to what it is on stage. We’ll put up some of the photos taken from last night here,” her hand gestured to some empty space, “You basically turned chiaroscuro and made it a performance. It’s obvious in how each member contrasted with themselves and the stage.”

The chick didn’t even know who he was a week ago, yet somehow watched every interview since the start? An answer tumbled from the tongue readily, “Punk is like a renaissance of music. Like I said before, it tore down the foundations of what was before and built something new out of it.” The words were succinct, but as Koyori’s pretty lashes bat, he was goaded into continuing, “Contrast is important. I like art. I like plays. Just ‘cause it’s punk doesn’t mean I can’t have it look aesthetic? Or is that a word only snobby fashion journalists can use now?”

“Hm. Change ‘journalist’ to ‘vocalist’ and you’re a word away from meeting the requirement,” It was a sour candy treat traded for his lemon warhead.

“Ouch. Miss Blog-Spot here has some sass,” His large frame leaned further into the armrest, cheek resting on that fist.

“Mister Eight-Track here is some a–“

The videographer clapped his hands, “We have sponsors, you know. We can at least censor him.”

It was Sukuna’s time to laugh a loud, hyena-like cackle. A large hand smacked his leather-clad knee. Koyori scrunched her nose again, biting back her tongue from childishly jutting out at him.

“Let me check the tag.”

“What?”

The blogger leaned back, cheekily snapping the shirt as she did so. “Your shirt, can I check the tag? I want to see what its made out of. Also sorry.”

Sukuna blinked twice, mouth stupidly hanging open before he leaned forward, “I’ll allow it.”

“I knew it. It’s American Pima. Thanks for letting me check.”

He missed the shiver her touch gave him as she sat back into her chair.

While the editor and videographer chatted together, Koyori leaned heavily into the back of her chair, poised posture slipping into something more comfortable. Long lashes slid closed and a heavy drag of breath lifted her chest. Sukuna’s eyes trailed along her form, contemplating Eros once more.

He was surprised himself. It was more than just her talent to make him talk - she may have been the first to see him as an opportunity rather than a commodity. ‘Yami Koyori would be the first and last reporter to see me as a meal’ was the thought he had going into this interview. He had every single intention to shut down her buffet, make it apparent that he was not to be dined on by a single soul. Yet, If his dish were ‘opportunity’, hers would be ‘intrigue’. He wanted to devour it, to know its palette and identify its spices. It was a compulsory urge to order, just to see why he craved it in the first place.

“Film the next few concerts. Backstage.”

tags: @lovesakusa

#🐇.oc #⛩.sukuna #⛩.fic #⛩.punk #🍺.jjk #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna x oc #ryoumen sukuna x oc #jjk x oc #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen fic

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