This is the first Thanksgiving I’ve ever spent alone. I haven’t spent a major holiday with family in 8 years, but have always had other families/people to fill that space. This year that is not the case. I’ve always dreaded these holiday-families a bit, even when they were my own. I’m quite poor in person, can never really be myself. I feel nonexistent in a roomful of personalities. Though I do eat and eat and eat. But that wouldn’t be possible this year as my stomach has shrunk, I think, from eating less in general.
But am I okay with being alone?
Truthfully, I don’t know and I don’t know that I intend to find out. There’s football (Go Pack Go!) and I’m going to print an assemble zines for the zinefest Sunday. My mind will hopefully be elsewhere.
Seriously though, this zinefest is gonna be awesome. I’ll have Separated, I Hate My Job 4 and a special zinefest-only edition of I Hate My Job. Also I’ll have miscellaneous zines for trade sent to me by the wonderful Valerie Valentine (with whom I do Heart of Lit) and I’ll have a couple copies of her book of poems, Months. And I’m not done yet. I’ll have Girlcrazy by WC Tank (of Stumblesome, rap, and films) too. No other way to get your hands on some of this stuff if you’re in The Bay. Do it! (And be nice to me if you come because, despite that exuberance, I’m actually really scared and nervous about this thing and what if I don’t sell anything at all and let my friends down?) And Emily Goldface will be there and I saw her zine An Evil Cabin in the Woods at RPS the other day and it looked amazing. I’m kinda ashamed to put what my slapped-together zines in the same category as her art.
Tags: East Bay Zinefest, Football, Packers, Thanksgiving
