I was sitting on a cracked red vinyl barstool in an anonymous Polish deli in Greenpoint flipping through the latest issue of 'Zines 'R' Us, which I must admit, is a fairly decent effort, although the paper quality lacks much to be desired. Ever the contrarian, I'll take a good card stock over readable content any day. Content is a commodity; paper is not. I remember walking through the Dresden train station three years ago, distracted by the thought of the Czechen hooker I'd just fucked in a grimy phonebooth a few feet away from that eight story tenement house with the cracked oak doors, and coming across a faded yellow booklet that had three words printed in block letters on each page. How unnecessary those words were�the ink polluting the page! I don't speak German so I have no idea what they said, but it was the single most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.