I joined my family for breakfast at Dad's house today, & in my old room there was a copy of this book. It was published in '83 or '87, but it's pure nineties material. Good thing I saved some of this stuff. I've been told I'm overly fond of those times; I'm a pack-rat but only with very, very important material.



I found a total of about 40 pounds of Zines from those years as well. Repetitive clipart and subversive poetry and coffee rings and local show flyers. I became hypnotized by those things, esp. the cut-and-paste lettering on these publications, as though it's a ransom note holding my 20 year-old self hostage. Someone had come up to me excitedly in college when I was suffering from a minute of boredom and showed me this Bob Dobbs book. I was out-of-my-mind impressed. There isn't even a LITTLE condecension in my attitude when I look through this again.



Anyway, these things inspired me then, so I painted a wooden box with Bob Dobbs's picture on it & gave it to my brother for Xmas 1990.
I'm looking at the back cover right now. R. Crumb said, "Finally, a religion even I can believe in". Jay Kinney of Coevolution Quartely said, "A rare knack for masking genuine wisdom in the guise of other bullshit".