Speaking of outbursts: here I was, leafing through the latest ish of geez magazine (billed as a publication for "wannabe contemplatives, front-line world-changers and restless cranks." I qualify for two out of three: the last time I was at the front of any line was when I craftily cut in at the premiere of The Return of the Jedi. Oh, but the Lord did mete out a swift and stupendous plague for my young adult skullduggery: Ewoks!! And with them the narrative collapse of Lucas's Campbellian empire. Never, never again. Now I take my rightful place at the back of the line, and I don't complain.) when what do I see, but this — my snark!
Up until that point, I'd been thinking, Well, well. Either geez is finding its groove, or I'm finally catching on, or we're experiencing a pleasant confluence of the two. Lots of nifty riffings off of Walter Wink's train of thought, which I rather like. Then I see myself quoted: "geez has been a mostly ho-hum experience." Ouch. Oh well: I'm gratified to see geez printing other, even nastier opinions. And I'm even more gratified to be following its progress as a mischief-making mag. (I still advocate the interview as one of the fastest ways to get an idea across.)