A Note from the Editors
by Aimee rickman & Rebecca Bobecca
There are few things less warmly welcomed than the Monday following a long, balmy, barbeque- and friend-filled Midwestern Fourth of July weekend.
Around these parts, we don’t take for granted the ability to gather good people together, and to exercise our rights to meander with them in and out of doors between couches, picnic tables, bar stools, and porch swings, all while wearing no socks and drinking liquid beverages. These are rare summer gifts that will soon perish. Knowing this, we tend to love em up greedily, gathering up all the socklessness, porch swinging, day drinking, and friend time we can now.
It's been that kind of weekend around here.
And now, it’s Monday.
No worries! Before you can say “Calgon, take me away!,” your good friend Lost Control Again will be here to help you through the hard times with tales of desert vision quests, reflections on Supreme Court misogyny, musings on the plights and perks of empaths, and some thoughts on what is not wrong with you today.
This month's issue features the written deftness of Emily Fultz, Casey Malone, and the two of us (Rebecca Bobecca also managed to once again scientifically library all of this together for you in enviable fashion).
July marks our second to last edition of LoCA, so read em while you can, kids! And talk about them off Facebook with real live people too. We will. We hope you will.
Hang in there, buttercup. We’ll make it through this together, sockless all the way.
Cheers, and happy Independence Day, in all its independent forms.
Around these parts, we don’t take for granted the ability to gather good people together, and to exercise our rights to meander with them in and out of doors between couches, picnic tables, bar stools, and porch swings, all while wearing no socks and drinking liquid beverages. These are rare summer gifts that will soon perish. Knowing this, we tend to love em up greedily, gathering up all the socklessness, porch swinging, day drinking, and friend time we can now.
It's been that kind of weekend around here.
And now, it’s Monday.
No worries! Before you can say “Calgon, take me away!,” your good friend Lost Control Again will be here to help you through the hard times with tales of desert vision quests, reflections on Supreme Court misogyny, musings on the plights and perks of empaths, and some thoughts on what is not wrong with you today.
This month's issue features the written deftness of Emily Fultz, Casey Malone, and the two of us (Rebecca Bobecca also managed to once again scientifically library all of this together for you in enviable fashion).
July marks our second to last edition of LoCA, so read em while you can, kids! And talk about them off Facebook with real live people too. We will. We hope you will.
Hang in there, buttercup. We’ll make it through this together, sockless all the way.
Cheers, and happy Independence Day, in all its independent forms.