email me two samples of your writing at godfathermusic@yahoo.com i will read over them, and send you a short assignment for you to complete, after that you can contribute and we will look into what role or niche you would be at best filling.
the magazine is 1/2 maxim, 1/2 cosmo called "Jack and Jill." The difference with our mag is we want to be much more edgy and satirical, focusing on better prose and interesting writing. I am in charge of the guys side, I am the editor of 1/2 the mag and also a contributor. My current job is to find talented writers. Our projected publish date is October 1st, but we have already released a teaser/pilote mag for ads and bank. We want to pay our staff, but we can't until we publish. We are currently working on getting articles to show more advertisors. So if you would like to be a part of the staff, you would start immediatly in writing entries on the subjejct of mens health... jokes, comentary, girls, stories, reviews etc... emai me with any questions, or call 9255750813
we currently have 2 hired and 5 people looking into it, were hoping for as many as possible
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Chico, Chico
Chico is such a small town, it has the power to remind people of passing minute details. Just now I passed by the same scruffy bearded skateboard punk I passed by in the same spot earlier on route to my apartment. This time I was leaving, but we locked eyes for a split second right at the dirt mound connecting the path to the fields behind legacy.
Not much happens here in town but you can bet it happens twice… whatever that may be. Here, it’s the thought that entered my mind and also his. I keep on walking though, my head filled with dreams of bigger things and better days. Luckily, my need was filled a mere fifteen minutes later. During the time between, I neither saw nor heard a single sole. But alas, I find myself in accord with a women looking at me from ahead. Both are feet touch the first bar of white paint on the crosswalk at the same time on Warner street; this is human time. It’s as if we have structured our lives so similarly; we do things without any known connection until we all end up at the same place and the same time.
We like to think we never planned these outcomes and we think highly of our supposed individuality, but there are simply too many people living equivalent lives. We don’t know this in our hearts; we would like to think otherwise, but too often I find myself yelling at the driver of the car who stopped to my right at the four way stop. Screaming from inside my car at four in the morning it is clearly his turn to go, the DMV told me so! When we stop at the same time it’s your move jerk-off! Still, I can’t help but think his inability to drive is directly caused by the sincerity of the impeccable timing we as creatures seem to possess. He doesn’t know it, and I sure as hell didn’t know it, sitting there in the heat of traffic before the sun has risen; but our actions show it. It’s inescapable – our connectivity. We all love and hate different things, and that’s exactly what frogs, llamas, fish and possibly aliens don’t.
I can only draw one conclusion, and in conclusion, my conclusion is somebody else’s conclusion.
Not much happens here in town but you can bet it happens twice… whatever that may be. Here, it’s the thought that entered my mind and also his. I keep on walking though, my head filled with dreams of bigger things and better days. Luckily, my need was filled a mere fifteen minutes later. During the time between, I neither saw nor heard a single sole. But alas, I find myself in accord with a women looking at me from ahead. Both are feet touch the first bar of white paint on the crosswalk at the same time on Warner street; this is human time. It’s as if we have structured our lives so similarly; we do things without any known connection until we all end up at the same place and the same time.
We like to think we never planned these outcomes and we think highly of our supposed individuality, but there are simply too many people living equivalent lives. We don’t know this in our hearts; we would like to think otherwise, but too often I find myself yelling at the driver of the car who stopped to my right at the four way stop. Screaming from inside my car at four in the morning it is clearly his turn to go, the DMV told me so! When we stop at the same time it’s your move jerk-off! Still, I can’t help but think his inability to drive is directly caused by the sincerity of the impeccable timing we as creatures seem to possess. He doesn’t know it, and I sure as hell didn’t know it, sitting there in the heat of traffic before the sun has risen; but our actions show it. It’s inescapable – our connectivity. We all love and hate different things, and that’s exactly what frogs, llamas, fish and possibly aliens don’t.
I can only draw one conclusion, and in conclusion, my conclusion is somebody else’s conclusion.
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