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Last week I got a free copy of Outpost. This is a well-written magazine for people who love a travelling adventure. People who would consider sharing a bathroom. People who perhaps hike. In other words — people not at all like me. I read it — it came to my house and it was free. But the sales pitch letter enclosed will have no effect.

I subscribe to House and Home, Metropolitan Home and Dwell. I don’t think any of their marketing folks are doing an Outpost cross-promotion.

Oh wait, I do subscribe to one other magazine. Brokenpencil — one of the only magazines around devoted to underground culture and the independent arts. Zines, baby! That has to be it.

I’ve been a reader since the start. Perhaps I should’ve stopped when Hal Niedzviecki stopped editing it. But hell, he’s still the fiction editor so I can’t be too old for it yet.

Besides zines are not just for the young. There is a rumour that Factsheet 5 is going to publish again. (Oh wait, gushing about its return may date me.)

As Fran Lebowitz said: “the great outdoors is what you see on your way from the apartment building to the taxi.”

Besides zines are read indoors. Brokenpencil, was it you that sent me this?


1967 Ford Mustang


I don’t drive very often. I get behind the wheel maybe twice a year. But I love cars and I love to drive despite a small fear of highway merging.

My first car was a 1984 Pontiac Acadian. Beige with plaid interior. I can’t find anything online that looks like Speedy but this is close. Minus the rims of course. Speedy had factory everything.

Next I had a Olds Calais. Two-toned grey with blue interior. Very flashy but a total lemon. I got rid of it when I moved into the city.

My dream car is a 60s muscle car. Perhaps a ’67 Ford Mustang? I think I am ready to once again merge into the fast lane.