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'''WELCOME TO THE NOISEBRIDGE ZINE-IN-PROGRESS!'''
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Back and bigger than ever (maybe?) is the Zine in Progress!


Now taken over by the leader of humans, Torrie. Helping her is Mari and anyone who wants to come and be excellent and make excellent art!


Or NoiseZine Bridge-in-Progress, if you prefer.
* [https://archive.org/details/zip-01 Issue #1]
* [https://archive.org/details/zip-02 Issue #2]
* [https://archive.org/details/zip-03 Issue #3]


Until the zine coalesces into a printworthy form, Tony is starting this sort of freeform journal/digital soapbox as a way to get the ball rolling. Anyone and everyone is allowed - nay, encouraged - to add to what's here.
Every Saturday at 1PM, we will be meeting to work on Zine Hacking! YAS!


A skeletal structure for the as-yet-unnamed "NoiseRag" is already beginning to form.
Come get involved because it's awesome and so are you!
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TONY LONGSHANKS LETIGRE will be managing editor
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DANNY O'BRIEN should probably be Honorary Editor-in-Chief or some such courtesy title, or perhaps managing editor of our UK division
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ALEX PEAKE will be editor of games
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JUSTIN DOERR may write a society gossip column that will be funny & communal rather than spiteful & combative
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ROBERT RAYCE will watch exuberantly as the zine is created & promote it with boundless enthusiasm
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ERICA LETIGRE will undoubtedly do something
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ZEPHYR will use the laser-cutter to make the print version of the zine look really fuckin cool
 
 
We need more FEMALES (1 so far) and TRANSGENDERED or INTERSEX PEOPLE (0 so far that I'm aware of, and dressing in drag occasionally - as Tony is known to do - doesn't really count). Or is that too Affirmative-Action? But what do I mean by that? Am I saying Affirmative Action is bad?
 
I haven't even met with anyone yet in person, so I'd say we're off to a roaring start. We definitely need more on the tech/programming end of things. That is the main thrust of hacking, after all (and there's no way I'm going to be able to fill Danny's shoes there - but I am starting the [[Frontend_Web_Development]] course tonight!)
 
 
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'''INTRODUCING: FAKE ADVERTISING'''
 
I think it'd be really funny to print/include fake ads in the zine, gently (or viciously) mocking the corporate capitalist machine or whatever it's called these days.
 
 
 
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'''NOISEBRIDGE FROM THE STREETS - MORMON EDITION'''
 
 
 
''[Editor's note: Tony is so glad you posted this! The zine is no longer merely a solipsistic concern.]''
 
 
 
For reasons yet unknown, The Mormons have been making a comeback all over
the stylishly faux-ghetto of the Mission.
 
This is strange, not in the least due to the large Black (Baptist / Protestant),
Latino (Catholic), Russian (Orthodox / Jewish) and Asian (Variety Bag) populations.
The streets are like a Dykes to Watch Out for strip come to life.
 
The mission isn't what I'd call 'user-friendly' to the Mormons, but yet I see
a few of them from time to time roll up in their VIP buses as they go off on
their missionary jaunts before a life-sized blender mixing graffiti and small
diy crack cocaine smelts. The worlds too big for such a little religion, I thought.
 
Poor little thing doesn't stand a chance, 200 years from now Manichaeism will be
making a comeback and nobody will even know where Kolob is anymore.
 
Yet, there I was. One little man on a flimsy little bus out of billions of people
living on a floating blue rock. How can I knock Mormonism?
 
Then I see the way they work, They're like the scientologists trolling for academic
life crisis suckers in Cambridge.
 
 
It had been a terrible day. I had just served my tour of duty in the
Noisebridge queue, invariably answering questions from nameless wannabes
who wished to enjoy the elite status of being a Noisebridge member, but
without the obligation of paying money or doing work around Noisebridge.
 
We're always expecting to find the next person to walk through the door
to be a great hacker - computer hacker, phone hacker, sewing hacker,
religion hacker, zine hacker, etc.
 
Invariably, in an organization of Noisebridge's renown, we get twisted company
 
"Please fuck up this guys AOL account for me, He dissed me hard at work
yesterday." Sure, I'll get right on it, right after Megan Fox finishes giving
me my daily blowjob.
 
Maybe you can relate to why I was in a bad mood and not paying attention,
when I was suddenly sandbagged by a double-pounder DVDA smackdown style
'elder' street-conversion.
 
I tried to be polite, I tried to tell them nicely that I wasn't interested
in inheriting a space planet or any golden tablets. I didn't even want
their underwear or neat tokens.
 
But they kept at me, I finally had to break out the Noisebridge t-shirt.
 
"Look, do you see this symbol? This great mark of untold origin? Don't they
teach you anything in Missionary School?"
 
The first 'elder' was taken aback, quietly contemplating the possibility
that he had just turned over the thin facade of mission-style crazy.
 
"You see this Noisebridge logo anywhere on a person and just RUN. Thanking
Eris that you were not noticed by the MASTER HACKER SPORTING A NOISEBRIDGE LOGO"
 
"The last time I dealt with you yahoos, they were covered in the blood
of an aging PDP-11, had '666 rw-rw-rw' tattoed on their forehead, kick me signs
on thier back, mainlining yerba mate just to keep their buzz up! They
immediately renounced their pithy faith and  burned their temple garb right there!
Last I heard, they were selling TV-B-Gones to the Taleban and Muslim babies
to the elders of Zion, and peddling smut of the Franciscan Saints. They started
making paper airplanes from the Talmud I heard"
 
Satan isn't coming to earth while we're around and Cthulhu is still
dreaming because of us! We are the Wal-Mart of the Proletariat and we're
coming for small-town Utah! We're the manufactorers of Flavor Aid and we
run a lighter shop out of Waco, TX. Aum Shinrikyo heard we were starting up
a hackerspace in Tokyo (success btw) and launched a pre-emptive strike,
Mikhail Bakunin reads our zines for things to write about!
 
And I'm just a measley new member to the Bridge. You better not even be
in the same STATE with Aestetix or Ray-C or there will be
damnation rained upon the souls of the unjust.
 
After I got on the bus, I wrote down as much of that extemporanious rant as
I could remember.  As I recall, those two 'elders' were looking mighty
shell-shocked as the bus pulled away. I hope they passed along my kind
advice to their fellow missionaries; at any rate they seemed to have been
taking notes.
 
 
''[The editor suggests [http://mormonmatters.org/2008/01/10/planet-kolob-to-mormons-its-not-our-weird-beliefs-its-our-credibility/ This] article for further reading on the subject of Morons. I mean Mormons. Sorry, the backspace key on my keyboard stops working sometimes.''
 
''Also, the editor would like to argue that it doesn't matter if no one knows what Kolob is, because we have Wikipedia to tell us!''
 
''Yes, that statement is logically flawed.]''
 
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'''INTRODUCING: NOISEBRIDGE PROFILES'''
 
 
Every so often in the online Zinething (and once in each issue of the print version) we should include a profile of a person or entity at NoiseBridge. Tony and Miloh already came up with a couple great ideas. Anyone else is welcome to contribute more. They will be funny, in that intellectually stimulating, tongue-in-cheek way, like ''The Far Side'' comics mixed with....some other complementary pop culture reference that's eluding me right now.
 
 
 
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'''ZINE PLANNING SESSION WEDNESDAY DEC. 21, 9PMish'''
 
[[Image:Brainstorm.jpg]]
 
Tony is organizing a meeting at the Bridge for this Wednesday, Dec. 21 from 8 to 10pm(ish), for any who wish to attend. Mostly we'll sip our favorite beverages and brainstorm pleasant ideas about how funny and cool and awesome and informative (dare I say revolutionary?) the NoiseRag (or whatever it ends up being called) will be. No, we really mean it this time.
 
 
 
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'''INTRODUCING: THE 3-PARAGRAPH ESSAY'''
 
In the spirit of NoiseBridge's famous "5 Minutes of Fame," Tony would like to introduce The 3-Paragraph Essay. This is an essay on any topic imaginable in which you argue your point or state your observations in no more (and no less) than three paragraphs. Whether you choose to go the obvious route of 1. Introduce argument, 2. Body of evidence, 3. Conclusion, or mix it up and get more experimental - well, that's up to you, cowboy. (Cowperson?) Note also that no further limitations are imposed regarding the length of the paragraphs etc., so you could theoretically stretch one paragraph to Joycean/''Ulysses'' proportions and squeeze in as much verbiage as your heart could possibly desire while still remaining within the stated parameters.
 
Tony will post a 3-Paragraph Essay shortly on the subject of "Hackers and Politics: Allies or Enemies?"
 
In other news, Tony enjoys referring to himself in the 3rd person. Also, thanks to Miloh, we now know that a blueprint of the hackerspace already exists in the hackerspace, hanging in the entry area near the hackerphone. Also, the hackerphone only needs an ethernet cable and it'll be purring like a kitten in no time. Though some superstitious folk still cling to the old explanation - that a "pixie" has inhabited the phone. So quaint!
 
 
 
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'''NOISELOG Monday, Dec. 19, 2011'''
 
The sanded drywalls look smashing, darling! Really lovely.
 
There is an interesting new project in the works as I type these words (11:34pm Monday 12/19/11) involving a captured parking meter. But we're not going to talk about that any more publicly. Also, I just heard on NPR a WIRED Magazine contributor talking about an Android app he calls "uniquely addictive" called [https://market.android.com/details?id=com.urbandroid.sleep&hl=en Sleep as Android] that monitors your sleep and wakes you up at the best point in your sleep cycle.
 
 
[[Image:Android_sheep.jpg]]
 
 
Speaking of sleep - Tony slept through both the JavaScript class he was supposed to attend tonight and a meeting at the Homes Not Jails office. This kid is hopeless.
 
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'''DEADLINE FOR FILING 2012 CHRISTMAS WISH LIST APPROACHING'''
 
 
[[Image:Obama claus.jpg]]
 
 
For all who are unemployed/employed only part-time/militantly opposed to working and currently receiving Unemployment Insurance: the deadline to file for a federal Extension on your UI claim is Dec. 25 - Christmas Day, 2011. (You have to exhaust your regular claim before you can file for an extension. And EDD is supposed to file the extension for you automatically.)
 
I see it (as I see so many things) as a vignette in a warped play.
 
(Junior opens a present beneath the Christmas tree)
 
[EXUBERANTLY] Oh, it's just what I wanted.....a Federal Unemployment Insurance Claim Extension! Thanks Santa & Mr. Prez, you're the best!
 
(Screen shows image of Santa Claus & President O-Bomb smiling & shaking hands in the Oval Office. Santa's 'Ho-ho-ho' and the sound of jingle bells plays on the audio track.)
 
(Cut to shot of a homeless man puking in a garbage can.)
 
 
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'''HACKERPHONE POSSESSED BY IRRITATING PIXIE'''
 
Why does the red hackerphone no longer work?
 
It is a mystery.
 
A few weeks ago Tony used the hackerphone to conduct a phone interview for a San Francisco newspaper for which he was writing at the time (before being reprimanded by said paper for involvement with Occupy San Francisco which in the editor's view compromised his journalistic neutrality. As if!) As the conversation continued, the volume grew lower and lower until Tony could no longer hear his interview subject.
 
Now there is no dial tone, and every time you call in to the hacker line - according to the number listed on the wiki, which is 415-494-2858 - you get a busy signal.
 
Surely this is the work of a pixie.
 
[[Image:Pixie.jpg]]
 
 
 
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'''PISSING RAINBOWS'''
 
Alex Peake, self-styled Editor of Games, offered the following as a potential cover or other image for the NoiseRag.
 
Can someone give me the context for this next time you see me? I want to piss rainbows, too.
 
[[Image:Pissrainbows.png]]
 
UPDATE: I get it now. Thanks to Miloh.
 
 
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'''CORVID COLLEGE REPORT'''
 
This is a place-marker for a write-up or summary of [http://www.corvidcollegesf.com Corvid College], which I understand just had its opening meeting at NB on Saturday Dec. 17. I missed it (since I didn't make it in until 2am that day), can anyone else report?
 
 
 
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'''NOISEMAP'''
 
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Here is a little sketch I made of our hackerspace. It needs to be made more professional and tech-y looking. Did I forget anything? Some names are my own, like Hackitorium, and the Café, which is what I call the area between the kitchen and living room.
 
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'''NOISELOG Sunday, Dec. 18, 2011'''
 
 
This weekend under the direction of Robert – whom one hacker recently referred to as “the Quasimodo of NoiseBridge,” which I’m sure he didn’t mean to sound as catty as it does – a new construction project began: sanding down the recently installed drywalls. As with the drywall construction, it primarily affects the kitchen, cafe, classroom and church portions of the space, with those ensconced in the Hackitorium at the other end blissfully ignorant of all disruption. I, Tony Longshanks - initiator of this new NoiseBridge Zine conceit that I really hope will turn into something many-splendored and substantial – was present late on the night of Saturday, Dec. 17 when the project began. I was making butternut squash soup in the kitchen: a hearty winter treat which I originally intended to make for dinner on Monday the 12th – you see how “life gets in the way.” I aimed for a late dinner on Saturday, but in the event didn’t arrive at the Bridge until the unthinkable hour of 2 a.m.
 
For the next three hours, with the assistance of several much-needed and greatly appreciated sous chefs - including Troy, visiting from Berkeley; Zephyr, whose first attempt at pureeing the soup in a food processor ended in horrifying failure; and most of all Justin, whom I like to call Justine, and whom I will most likely move in with if and when I’m kicked out of my squat, as I hear he has an ample and commodious walk-in closet that would suit me and my vast wardrobe of vintage clothes perfectly. (Really, you should come by Wheatgrass – my current squat – some time, I’m the most ridiculous squatter ever. When the Sheriff comes I’ll be out on the street with my rack of ties, scarves, bandanas in every color, blazers, blouses, smoking jackets, etc.)
 
Justin(e) did an awful lot of chopping, mincing, dicing, and slicing of an awful lot of vegetables and other nutritious but labor-intensive produce items. The soup, finally finished and served around 5 a.m., thrilled and delighted all who tasted it, unless they were just saying so to spare my feelings. Passersby were heard shouting comments along the lines of "TasteBridge scores again!" and "Yet another stunning victory for our palates."
 
Sadly, I'll probably never be able to duplicate this culinary triumph, as I just kinda blended four different recipes together along with whatever I found in the TasteBridge spice rack. As far as my rapidly disintegrating memory serves, the ingredients list included two medium-sized butternut squashes, one and a half tart green Grannysmith apples (Justin’s teeth marks were found in one of them), three carrots, fresh ginger & garlic (lots), a plethora of onion (both red & yellow), butter, sour cream, several chicken bouillon cubes, veggie broth, plus ground cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg, pumpkin pie spice, curry powder, & a judicious amount of cayenne pepper. I'm sure there were other things....
 
Shit. Chicken bouillon cubes. And I told someone it was vegetarian.
 
I am a monster.
 
Robert and his three-man construction crew patiently waited to begin sanding the walls until cooking operations were complete. (Among the crew was Gene, who visited the Bridge for the first time only a few days ago, and likes it so much he hasn’t left since.) The sanders donned white lab coats, clear plastic face shields, and other ridiculous paraphernalia that made them look something like a cross between "Sister Act: Part 3" and the music video for Thomas Dolby’s “She Blinded Me With Science" (which I am old enough to remember watching on MTV when MTV was GOOD, yo.)
 
[[Image:Student_nurse.jpg]]
 
A follow-up visit to the kitchen at approximately 10:30 p.m. on Sunday night revealed that little had changed in the interim. Robert, having taken only an hour-long cat nap in a quiet corner, was still sanding along with different helpers. He looked hilarious in his white lab coat, hair sprinkled with silver and white powder and a streak of white dust beneath his nose, giving him the aspect of an aging coke fiend. Paparazzi was on hand to snap a photo which hopefully will be posted in short order. Overall the mood on Sunday evening was quiet, mellow, low-key: in a word, dull.
 
Gene was still in the kitchen, almost in precisely the same spot he had been in when I left early that morning. “Do you need a place to stay? We can fit another person at my squat,” I told him. I do believe he’s going to take me up on the offer. Martin has spent the last couple nights at Wheatgrass as well. Others in need of shelter are encouraged to seek me out so we can go squat-scouting together, and/or to  attend the Tuesday 8 p.m. meeting of Homes Not Jails at the Housing Rights Committee office, 417 South Van Ness (near 15th Street). Don’t focus on the illegality of squatting. Focus on the nice-ness of having a place to sleep that isn’t a couch you’re not supposed to be sleeping on in the middle of a hacker space that is almost always bright, dusty, busy and full of noise.
 
 
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Revision as of 14:51, 12 August 2015

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Back and bigger than ever (maybe?) is the Zine in Progress!

Now taken over by the leader of humans, Torrie. Helping her is Mari and anyone who wants to come and be excellent and make excellent art!

Every Saturday at 1PM, we will be meeting to work on Zine Hacking! YAS!

Come get involved because it's awesome and so are you!