I feel so validated right now. I thought I was insane and couldn’t understand why no one else saw what I saw.
Until today, someone told me that they see it too.
I feel fucking elated.
So fucking good.
How to pronounce tomato.
Valentino Ready to Wear S/S 2011.
How do I even begin to explain Daenerys Targaryen?
You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.
Moments in Japan
by Linda Lew
$2 or trade
Contact lightning.linda.lew (at) gmail (dot) com
This delightful perzine was made last year at the 24-hour zine challenge in Auckland. It follows Linda in her recent travels to Kyoto; each page offers up some magical moment or observation she has made about the city. Often these are things that might otherwise go unnoticed; Linda retells them with honesty and charm. The official narrative in the zine follows a typewritten account, while a handwritten scrawl accompanying it might contradict or offer a humorous add-on to this story. Nothing but good things to say about this zine, I eagerly await news of Linda’s future zine-making endeavours.
This review is also published in the New Zealand Zine Review Zine Annual Issue 1
A bit late, but here’s a review of my first zine!
Brother/sister duo BROODS are back with what I think is their strongest track to date. ‘Mother & Father' is the perfect pop track; a great catchy melody and beautiful vocals with a hint of some snazzy synth-work to keep things fresh. The lyrics too, will touch a few hearts. Listen up!
One of the most artistic animations EVER