Hey look! It's the relaunch of Kitschykoo! Subcultural Lifestyle Magazine.
What was once a glossy little art magazine is now an anti-gloss and decidedly subversive looking little publication. Perfect for the newsprint aficionados amongst us.
I particularly like the disclaimer hand-stamped on each copy, proudly declaring "NO COLOUR EVER!"
Congratulations to K for pulling off the rebirth of this magazine. And it's now free, yo.
And because it's rare for me not to stoop to shameless self-promotion, I won't keep you in suspense, since you knew it was coming anyway. If you like, you can download my article entitled And the Blogosphere Will Still Respect Him in the Morning which appears in this issue of Kitschykoo.
Sled Island is fast approaching and I still haven't done anything about getting tickets yet. With the Resident Offspring's final exams sort of getting jumbled up amongst the festival, I don't want to be a bad mom and buy tickets for the Wednesday night Final Fantasy show when somebody should be studying for bio. And I am still working on convincing people that they want to stay downtown Friday night for an 11:30 pm Jon-Rae Fletcher show.
I really should get grabbing those tickets for Friday afternoon at Olympic Plaza, though (Malajaube, Holy Fuck, Liars, and the Breeders) and for Saturday night at the Warehouse (Sub-Linguals, WOMEN, Githead, HEALTH, and Holy Fuck).
Gotta get those while they can still be got.