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Inverted Soapbox’s terribly awkward first reading ever

Tekcascrop

issue 1

So I contributed to a zine. Yes it’s 1995. Perhaps you had been wondering this whole time why I wear this flannel so much.

It’s called The Teckas, There’s a reading tomorrow night at the zine’s eponymous (backwards) bar, The Sackett, a cozy friendly little pub in a hidden corner of Park Slope. Also, I get to read something, which is the first time ever I’ve been asked to do that since like elementary school. The theme is unclaimed space, and I wrote about witnessing the fledgling attempts to claim the barren space of the Hilton Head live music scene as new venues opened a few years back, before it all went tits up. I know! Your excitement is crescendoing! It’s probably only matched by my terrible self-consciousness about writing in all forms!

Here’s the deets, via Brokelyn

(5/19) Hey, remember zines? They were those awesome tactile little portable blogs you carried around before your first AOL account, with all the handmade charm of cut-and-paste formatting in the pre-Wordpress era. They were a cultural barometer of a neighborhood, record shop or book store. And they could be again. Our good friends at The Sackett are paying homage to the glory days of zines with their own publication, The Tekcas. If you’re like us, and still have that soft-spot for the printed word, you won’t want to miss Thursday’s launch party at the cozy Park Slope bar.

The bar’s owners, Michael and Ann, are releasing The Tekcas (Sackett backwards) with a 9 p.m. reading. Issue 1 of the bi-annual zine features stories and artwork by customers (including yours truly) on the theme of unclaimed space. The theme was inspired by the empty, unused lot across the street from the bar that, although barren, is still protected by a security fence. Want to hear rambled tales of heartbreak and horror from the unclaimed music scene of coastal South Carolina, accompanied by food and drink specials?? If so, you know where to be Thursday (661 Sackett St., between Fourth and Fifth Aves.)

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Friday Happy: Team 90s

UPDATE: This clip of Stewart screaming “Team Conan” last night (last on the page)

Nothing could be a more harmonious wrap-up to the events of this week than this clip from woah back in nineteen94, which, in case you forgot just how old we are, was SIXteen years ago. It’s the now semi-legendary Conan interview on The Jon Stewart Show.

There we sat in line for The Daily Show on Tuesday, where the predominant conversation topic throughout much of the line was the shitty ouster of Conan at NBC, and moderate discussion of trying to find an actual Team Leno member so as to dissect their brain and understand how their mal humours interact.

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Underemployment, latest edition

Where our creativity goes during the day: a party planning e-mail from El Golfer,

To ring in 2010, we should celebrate the early 90s. Flannel and grunge. Not that it would look any different from Brooklyn right now….which means the theme could be the appropriate “Come As You Are.”

Man, I am a waste of talent at this job…

Inverted Soapbox heartily endorses…

NEW FEATURE !!!

A semi-regular space to send praise toward things this blog and all its illustrious staff approve of and wish to foster.

Inverted Soapbox heartily endorses:

the return of flannel to the realm of our acceptable national fashion nomenclature.

via Fuck Yeah Men in Plaid

Why?

Because I was born just a little too late to be part of this generation that I so desperately coveted:

It's like, this thing, you know?

Grunge. Gen X. What a time. And flannel is, like, just this super comfortable whatever that’s warm or something and, like, adaptable. And you don’t have to think about it. You just don’t get it, ok.