"Did you get my profile?" I get in an email and a couple of surprise chats, and I’m like oh hell I am so behind with Ms. Weisman because the other piece she sent in was like 25 pages and I am thinking – profile, oh no, it could be longer – and I’m about ready for adderol therapy, but then breathe and then fall into that tunnel, you know that vortex of clarity and focus that means something’s good and realize we have a bona fide gem of hallucinatory gonzo style profilage on Fanzine’s hands, lizards and all, but just a taste now, like a lemon biscuit for tea. And heck I have a half chihuahua thing too, a dog, albeit!…but so you have to read this…NOW!
The world of employment agencies and temp workers is a bizarre one, and when it intersects with a graveyard shift proofreading at a legal firm, things can can get downright maddening. Here, Robyn Weisman recounts the experience of working with the kind of woman that temp agencies just love – pleasant, chatty and eager to increase her words-per-minute – and watches her true identity emerge over the course of the night. Art by Danny Jock.
It took a while, but Robyn Weisman returns with her second piece on horse breeding; this time relating the Jewish-ness of a certain strain of Straight Egyptian horses to her own ancestry. The fact that over a century ago, Arab nomads who bred stallions reviled a palomino type as "the yellow of the Jew" speaks to a culture to which history has not always been so kind. Weisman puts it in perspective, and gets in a few political jabs to boot.
Ah, horse breeding in Crawford, Texas…What’s with those Shetland Pony penises? Do Republicans really jack off horses? Not all Arabian horse breeders are as bad as "hell-uv-a-job" Michael "Brownie" Brown. Robyn Weisman explains why.