Showing posts with label Sports Illustrated for Kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sports Illustrated for Kids. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Subscription Renewal

I've only ever had a subscription to three magazines in my life.  

Chronologically, they are:


(~1986-93)
Sports Illustrated for Kids
 - My grandmother would renew this subscription every birthday of mine, even well after I had stopped reading it.

(~1988-95) 
Mad Magazine
- My parents (read: Mom, cuz Dad didn't approve) would renew this every Christmas. 



(~2001-05)
Adbusters 
- The only subscription I ever had taken out myself.  Actually, wait, that's a lie.  I asked my sister to get it for me.  But I definitely renewed it a couple times.


Anyways, I've been off the magazine diet for a while now, what with 'being green' and broke.  That said Adbusters was/is a great magazine, and since my birthday is coming up real quick (go to Luis's tonight!) . . . *hint, hint* . . . . . .  (EDIT:  If you couldn't pick up on that hint, and you're looking for a bday present for me, get me a subscription to Adbusters.  Thanks.  Love you long time.) 

Also, they've got an interesting article on the Hipster countered-counter-cultured-cultures.
Buy the issue, and/or read this particular article online here.





In anti-segue news, when I used to work in radio -- I got this promo:  


The artwork pretty much forces your arm to throw it in the nearest trash can, but thankfully I put it on the turntable to listen to.  The whole album isn't great - but there are definitely some stand-out tracks.

Sound Defects - Faded Soul


EDIT: Now that I'm re-listening to it, here's another nice cut off the LP.
Sound Defects - Standing 8




*A word to any aspiring artists sending/handing out promos -- eat Ramen for another month or two so that u can save up for some better design/packaging -- it really does make a difference.  Giving out something that looks doo-doo, pretty much guarantees the same reaction. I can only imagine how much stuff a writer at Rolling Stone has to wade through to get to their bed. They probably listen to 1% of it.