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Q: What did the Zen monk say at the hot
dog stand?
A: "Make me one with everything."
You might ask where this little
publication is going, if we are running out of wind yet. I am, at
the moment, having to do some reevaluation of my purpose. I think I
can indefinitely put out interesting stuff as I've been doing, little bits of
this and that-- there's so much of it out there. Occasionally something is
brought to my attention by a reader. The problem is that this is not
exactly satisfying, nor I am sure if it is even what you, the subscribers, would
like to see.
It may just take some time before we
are comfortably settled into an identity that works. It is a personality
quirk of mine to often look ahead and worry when I could be focusing on
what I've currently got going-- I'm always trying to think ten steps
into the future. On top of that I can be relentlessly impatient. I would like
to know exactly what something is and where it stands at all times-- when I
don't know, I tend to get tense and nervous, which is absolutely the
stupidest thing on earth to do because it only ends up sabotaging my
effort. Hey, at least I can recognize these things. I would
like to stop, take a deep breath and relax. I would like to learn to trust
and loosen my grip a little on the security and control bit.
Anyway, that's enough about me and it's
probably more than you wanted to hear. The point is, the TRAVESTY is still
in the process of finding its nitch. To speed things along, I might
decide to send out a little survey asking you what you do and do not approve
of-- what you want out of this e-zine, if anything, and what you don't want
because you never read it when I print it and it irritates you. I am very
interested in your thoughts.
I think the most important thing I
would like to drill into your brains is that this is YOUR publication. Oh
my god, that sounded so cliche. Well fuck me. I've been mulling over
my mission, and I'm here to proclaim: SEND IN whatever you
want. Follow your urges. You want to rant about how much
your life sucks? You want to rave about the last episode of Drew
Carey? You want to write a curt essay on the irony of patriarchy?
The destructiveness of matriarchy? The death cult that is most forms of
Christiantity? The beauty of said Death Cults? The mind-blowing
freedom of your first E experience? The idiocy of experimenting with
illegal substances? Got a kick out of the Salon/Gary Bauer
controversy? Think Bush is the man? You want to tell me to go to
hell? Do it. I would like to give you the freedom to turn this
publication into whatever you want it to be. I'm just the goddammed
editor, after all.
Now enjoy your horoscope and have a
smashingly good weekend.