Here's the real deal. Dear fledglings,
All of the content posted before this date is our tester content. It was stuff we posted while we were re-building our spanking new website! But now the website is all shiny and new and we're ready to go. (We'd put three exclamation points here if we hadn't just put one at the end of the last sentence.)
Please enjoy all of the stories, photos, video, etc. we have to share with you!
Feathery hugs, The Quail Bell Crew
Naked Mushroom Ladies Dear fledglings,
Nothing teaches French better than nudity and trippy art, preferably in combination. Case in point: These mushroom ladies. Don't you suddenly feel fluent in the language of Chanel and Monet? Without these capped exhibitionists, how else would you learn such useful vocabulary as "La Vie Parisienne" and "Fantaisie d'Automne"?
And if you have no flippin' idea what any of these means, never fear. You'll learn un mot, at least: "champignons." That's the word for mushrooms. Use it in a sentence, "Bonjour, je suis un champignon et je voudrais chanter."
See how worldly you are? Now download this picture, pop it into Photoshop and add more French vocabulary to it--like in speech bubbles! Then mail it to your high school French teacher (anonymously, duh).
Yours truly, The Picture Pharmacist
Fiction News--not Fictitious News Photo cred: Paisley Hibou It's official, fledglings: Author Elwin Cotman, fan and affiliate of Quail Bell Magazine, will be releasing his long-awaited book, Hard Times Blues (Six Gallery Press, Pittsburgh), this July. So why are we telling you now? So you read his first book, The Jack Daniels Sessions EP, if you haven't already! [Psst...Read an excerpt from his short story, "Graveyard Shift," right here on Quail Bell.]
Elwin and our Executive Editor Christine Stoddard were originally going to release their two books (Christine's is Once Upon a Body) together as a double, but have since decided to release their books as two separate entities. Six Gallery Press was kind enough to let them have their way. Christine's book comes out later this year. More TK--promise.
We're Back in Feathery Action Dear Feathery Friends,
If you suspected that we abandoned you, well, you're right. But we swear that such abandonment came with the best of intentions. We went on a little, [insert annoying and offensively stereotypical French accent here] how shall we say? Oh, yes, a hiatus. Likely you've noticed a few changes here and there, to put it mildly. That's because our website has seen the creative hand of Sam Braden, a designer from the Washington, D.C. area who recently graduated from SCAD. Meanwhile, Executive Editor Christine Stoddard and Art Director Kristen Rebelo have also busied themselves with our new print issue, the Brooklyn 'Zine Festival, our first art gallery exhibition, screening Quail Bell's first documentary film, and so many other positively thrilling developments! As we've said before, we're all about ruffling feathers.So welcome to the new and improved Quail Bell Magazine. (And bookmark us already!) Feathery hugs,The Quail Bell Crew
This image says it all (pudge included.)
Feathery hugs, The Quail Bell Crew
Home Sweet Home By The Picture Pharmacist QuailBellMagazine.com Dear fledglings,
This is the time of year when you think about home (and obsessive consumerism and your growing waistline.) With steaming apple pie sitting at the table at all times and a fireplace roaring like Santa Claus roars with laughter, home is pretty awesome these days. You like that your mom preserved your high school bedroom because now you can laugh at all the weird bands and clothes you liked back then. Making fun of yourself makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
But what if your home were suddenly overrun by zombie swallows? This is a real phenomenon that happens in real neighborhoods in real life in real America. With zombie swallows in town, you can say good-bye to apple pie and your home sweet home. Zombie swallows are mean little buggers.
To get a sense of what your home would look like if invaded by zombie swallows, download this pic and give those swallows some zombie-tude. Think red eyes, fangs, and slime oozing from their no-longer-precious feathers.
Yeah, scary. And gross. So beware. And happy holidays.
Yours truly, The Picture Pharmacist
New Year's Challenge Dear fledglings,
How many people aim to lose weight in the new year? While we're hoping for a physically healthier, more attractive you, too, we're also hoping that you'll fertilize your mind garden (or insert the metaphor of your choice here.) Make 2013 your year of intelligence, tranquility, creativity, and/or innovation. Of course, that's a broad goal, so shoot for a more specific resolution and you'll be more likely to achieve it.
Maybe your 2013 goal is to read 10 books about bonsai trees and raise your first bonsai. Or maybe you want to write and submit your first grant proposal. Or maybe you want to come up with an idea for a documentary and shoot it. Or maybe you want to sign up for a weekly meditation class. Or maybe, maybe, maybe. Whatever the goal, it's yours. Make it meaningful and muster up all of your devotion and confidence. We want all of our Quail Bell(e)s to have sexier minds in 2013—ones that stop traffic!
Happy New Year, fledglings!
Feathery hugs,
The Quail Bell Crew
We'll be back... Dear fledglings,
Please pardon our hiatus. We've been MIA for a bit because of some thrilling news: We recently received our first book deal! And did we mention that our Executive Editor Christine Stoddard is in the process of moving? And that we're prepping for our next print issue? As always, we have an exciting line-up for the season. Wish us luck as we prep for 2013. If our first year was awesome, imagine how much better our second's going to be. We love you lots and hope you have an historic holiday bonanza!
Feathery hugs, The Quail Bell Crew
Love, peace, and turkey Dear fledglings,
We hope that your 2012 Thanksgiving is imaginary, nostalgic, and otherworldly. Interpret that however you wish--and gorge on the big bird! Check back tomorrow for your usual favorite content. We're going to go stir some gravy. (Not an innuendo. We swear.)
Feathery hugs, The Quail Bell Crew
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