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Bad Editor

So. New Years Eve. Redesigning Swallow. Me and a bottle of vodka. And some cranberry juice. Problem is I just drank the cranberry juice.

Never mind. We strongly suspect that the fency schmency new look this time around falls into the category of what the design trendies would refer to as 'hideous' - at least we sincerely hope it does.

Oh well. On with the show.

This month I have a first for Swallow, for a change. Something actually tangible - a magic incantation if you will - that does - if you follow it - actually lead you to really feel like you have a proper handle on HTML at last.

Just read through all the documents linked to from The Internet Will Um... Trust me on this one. It works.

Meanwhile, we have been popping champagne corks and saying Shehehiyanu (from our collections of corks and Hebrew prayers respectively) in honour of the fact that we are also very excited to have, in this the twelfth issue of Swallow (!?) our very first ever actual interview with a proper person - in this case N. Katherine Hayles, interviewed by Josephine Bosma.

Also, there's another very fine short by jcn, whose storytime.org site is something you should go and see now and bookmark and wait and go back to when there's more stuff there. Here is a very fine writer indeed.

There's also a couple of blinding poetic-story-wotsits by Michael G. Salinger, which are bloody good if you ask me, and if not, just go read them and find out for yourself. If after you try a couple of times you don't seem to get it, try reading them out loud in a kind of Philip Marlowe voice. It worked for me, and it's worth it.

Oh, and you must leave this site immediately and go and look at Adidasgirl's instead - I swear to you I like it for the quality of the writing, though I feel that many may never believe me... but bugger them, so to speak. Some people. I dunno.

There's also three poems by a guy called Goat - if you like them you should go to his site and read the rest. Actually you should go to his site anyway. It's very special.

Oh and I almost forgot. We got a review! A bad one, mind you, but it's a start.

Yada yada yada. Yeah, and there's also the rest of the usual crap by the usual gang of idiots in my head, but you don't need to be bothering with that.

Move along now. Chop chop.

You have read Chris Locke's latest masterpiece, haven't you? Of course you have. Well, read it again. Go on, bugger off. Damn.

oh for heaven's sake Wayne will you stop nicking lines from people in this absurdly hammy fashion