10 years ago (ish) i became a zinester.
1999.... it feels like not that long ago that people were in a panic about the y2k. planning huge new years eve parties in case everything turned to shit at midnight. my friends (at the time) and i gathered at a cottage with loads of other people, the friends of a brother and other cottagers. when nothing happened in other time zones, we knew it was safe to move on with our lives. "anthem for the year 2000" by silverchair was in high rotation that night, until the boy playing it over and over and over fell down drunk and someone changed the cd.
in 1999 i really really really liked limp bizkit. no, i'm serious.
in 1999 i became friends with some punk kids. i was way more open about my love of punk music. my other friends (the limp bizkit liking friends) mocked me for it. the punk kids and i started a zine called "ugly children make me sad."
in 1999, i was called into the principal's office for handing out zines. the school seemed to think that i was spreading some kind of propaganda. unfortunately, we were stupid enough to put our names on that first issue. also unfortunate, my best friend at the time's name was cut off by the photocopier. something along the lines of "damn the man" was said when i told the punk kids.
in 1999 i was 16. i drank every weekend and joined a riot youth group.
"ugly children make me sad" eventually disbanded and i wrote "salt for rita", followed by "falling off your lips", "eventual left" and "flowers and your veggie garden are more important than hippies and lepers so we'll let them take presedence". after all that, "she was ready for anything" became the official name of my perzine. i don't know why, but to this day it seems appropriate.
i have an undeniable desire to write about this 10 year mark. to think back to 1999 is so bizarre to me. in 10 years a world of change can take place but i'm still a zinester (albeit a fairly inconsistant and often absent one).
1999 was the year i started.
welcome to the next 10 years.