HEY!
Welcome to the first issue of Boomvang. You might be asking yourself, what the hell is this? Well, the answer to that is not exactly clear. For a long time I’ve wanted to make my own ‘zine. I went to Evergreen during the days when everyone and their brother had a ‘zine but somehow I just never got it together. But now that I am in my sixth year of graduate school, with a full year of doing nothing but writing my dissertation ahead, I just couldn’t face the prospect of all that constrained writing without doing something else as well. So here I am, reclaiming my voice from the hinterlands of graduate school, thumbing my nose at my own stilted academic writing, and shouting about any damn thing I please.
Since this is my deal, and done for my mental health if for no other reason, then I’m going to do it any damn way I please. The outcome of that fact may be that no one finds Boomvang of any interest except me. And that would be o.k. I guess. But part of me hopes that somewhere in all this rambling, exposition, and blustering, there will be something that catches your eye and gives you an entertaining read.
Another reason for this here bunch of papers you hold in your hand is to get out some of my poetry. Many of you will know that I’ve been hacking out poems since my angst-filled high school days. You may be surprised to hear that I haven’t given up this pursuit now that I am older and more well-adjusted (ha, ha, ha). It just seems that walking around day after day provides a continuous stream of things to write about and one of the ways I like to write about things is in poems. So there’s a bunch of those here too.
One final note. Because of the title, some of you may be thinking that there will be some stuff about sailing in here, or at least something about sailing. But the truth of the matter is that I don’t know jack about sailing, I just like the word, BOOMVANG. The only stuff you’ll find on sailing will be in the sporty-sporterson section and that will probably end up being more about me than it will be about sailing.
About this issue
Issue number one is called bitter tea because there has been a lot of death mixed in with my life recently. I have a very non-functional relationship with death (when I think about it for more than six seconds I get this super sick feeling in my stomach and I want to hurl. Thus I don’t think about it much). I’m a big tea drinker (easier to make than coffee, yet with all the caffeine) and I’ve had my days of drinking Earl Grey. One thing you might have noticed about Earl Grey is that if you let it steep too long you get this bitter after taste in your tea (it comes from all that oil of bergamot in the damn stuff). Thus death, tea, and bergamot, add it up and you get bitter tea.
Big love,
christy crow.