Letter from the Editor
Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Deadline
I am a world-class
procrastinator. Case in point: I paused to take a nap between the “world-” and
the “class” in that
last sentence and only got around to finishing it three days later
when I could no longer handle the accusing look of that dangling dash.
there were a World Series of Procrastination, I wouldn’t even
get there until several weeks after they demolished the stadium. I
clever sentence to finish this paragraph floating around my head, but
I’m sure I’ll paste it in long before we go to press.
boasting aside, it’s a miracle that you’re
reading this, our second issue of The High Hat. Welcome! We were
shooting for a (HA!) monthly publication schedule, but, hey, 8-10
weeks is ok,
too. Make no mistake: this is a ’zine, and we’re on ’zine
time. But, luckily, we have an absolutely brilliant issue here, with
our first-ever special feature (on Sam Peckinpah, no less) in the
So, delve in and enjoy! We’ll try to keep
this coming out on a semi-regular basis (every two months seems
possible, but we’re
not making any promises), and please feel free to join our yahoogroup
if you want email notices. Also, all writers with ideas are more
than welcome to pitch articles & essays to us! Can’t
have a good web ’zine without brilliant articles.
is the part where roll out the thank-you list. Our writers are
giving us top-notch work for nothing, so they get the first
thanks to Don Slutes, who joins our editorial staff as a copy editor
and coder for this issue. Thanks to the people who linked to us
all over the web, from Yahoo to SXSW to lots of great blogs. Thanks
reading The High Hat.
Oh, and thanks to PinkStainlessTail at Metafilter
for this: “The
High Hat: The Magazine That Treats You Like Some Guinea Fresh
Off the Boat, Even Though You're Too Big for That.” That cracked
me up but good. If we could afford commercials, we’d hire Jon
Polito to say that for us in a heartbeat.