It all began in March of 1914. Make that 2000. The Hudson
was pushing a brisk wind through the East Village, or the
Arkansas trickled through an archipelago of sand bars; either
way, there was a decision to do something. That something,
it was later determined, involved a free press journal, a
few well-meaning, poorly-prepared friends, and little to no
money.
The constraints were intimidating. How could a College Dropout,
an Army Reject, a Social Misfit, and a Poetry Student strategically
launch a journal so that (1) it would be largely ignored by
Tulsans (2) it would be distributed free (3) it would be irrelevant
and (4) it would be produced for under twelve dollars a month?
Easy: call it Me Head, and turn it loose from there.
First, the duties were assigned like this:
1.Syg Pound must leave the sanctuary of his family home and
live:
(A) Downtown
(B) In a small room
(3) With nothing in it.
(D) Save a closet
2. And Michael Mason must:
(A) Learn graphic layout and design.
(A) Learn graphic software.
(A) Speak in a graphic manner
(B) Sharpen his writing skills.
1. So that Marc Aboreal:
(M) Would write a few things.
(A) Might harass a few people
(R) Thereby endangering our lives
(C) That time at Caz's bar.
3. And Oh God Amber:
(A) How we never expected
(B) You to put up with
(C) Us and you did
(D) And saved us more than once.
4. Then came Jared in a baby carriage:
(1) He was our intern that
(!) We forced to clean up after us
(3) And we mistreated for months and
(4) Managed to like after all.
Ultimately, Me Head made it through a total of six issues,
the first three of which were available in Tulsa, Dallas,
and Phoenix; the last three which are hard to come by. Why
hard to come by?
Ahem. We made no money. Our hope was to sell ads in order
to pay for print runs, but somewhere in the process, we forgot
to sell ads.
So now Me Head is no longer in print. It is only online,
and we are fine with that. For now.
