Bamboo Phone Case

These people offered me a free phone case if I reviewed it. At first I figured they were spammers. Then my lovely Snugg iPhone 5 Real Bamboo Wood Case came in the mail. Figured I’d better hold up my end.

bamboo phone case

The case fits snugly, with no forcing required and no wiggle room, unlike either of the last two cases I’ve used (likely because they were cheap–you get what you pay for, it seems, unless you write a review afterwards). There’s a thin layer of something velvety on the inside to facilitate sliding. The two halves fit together leaving a thin, visible seam I soon forget to be annoyed by. In the hand It feels substantial, real, and quickly becomes familiar: a cross between a cutting board and a speaker case.

Unlike my last case, this one leaves the buttons uncovered; I am pleasantly surprised to rediscover how responsive they are when not encased in glossed rubber. Holes drilled in the wood to accommodate buttons and ports are correctly placed and centered; perhaps my only real complaint about the whole thing is that, as with many, many other cases, the hole for the headphone jack isn’t wide enough to admit any of the myriad of mini stereo connectors I possess other than the one for my headphones. Unlike all those other cases, it seems not impossible that I might widen the hole in this one with an appropriately sized drill bit.

The best thing about it is that it’s not plastic. A living thing was destroyed to make this, but a living thing that will grow back, quite quickly as I understand bamboo, and it’ll sequester a little carbon in the process. Sustainable materials! At least if it’s done right. And when Apple inevitably makes the form factor obsolete in their fruitless quest for perpetual newness and I must leave this case by the wayside, it will obligingly decompose into organic matter, as opposed to merely breaking up into smaller and smaller nurdles over centuries as it passes through the digestive tracts of birds and fish that might otherwise have felt inclined to take part in the food chain.

Update: My phone gave me a splinter. I like it even more now.

Update 2: I dropped it, from a height of maybe 4 feet, and it split in three places, in such a way as to make gluing pointless, though I tried anyway. Cutting bamboo that thin has its drawbacks, apparently.

I really liked this case. Guess I get what I pay for. I used it for kindling, so at least it’s not clogging any landfills.

Chapbook 3

You thought it wouldn’t happen, we ourselves are not unsurprised that it is actually going to happen, but it is. The Homeless Moon chapbook 3 goes to the printer tomorrow, and we’re releasing it at Readercon 21 at the end of the week. And it will no doubt appear online and in ebook form a little later on.

I’m going to deviate from the usual MO and not give away the cover art just yet. We’ve done something a little different with this year’s chapbook, both in theme and subject matter, which I think you will like better if it lurches suddenly up over the crest of yon hilltop, hits you with a targeting laser and says boo.

No, I did not just give it away. That was a reference to the Chapbook One cover.

What has not changed: I did the cover, Erin did the layout, and all of us did the editing, the proofing, and the kickass eclectic fiction.

Here instead is some other thing I decided not to use for the cover:

See you at Readercon. Most likely you’ll find me at the Small Beer dealers’ table hunched over a stack of unfinished TNEO crits. Or at the pub hunched over a Sam Adams Brick Red.

No Parking

Is what this sign used to say, before I messed with it, when I found it in the woods full of bullet holes and being eaten by this tree:

Not sure what I’m going to do with it now. Already got a perfectly good, conveniently scalable mossy skull for graphic purposes. Probably not going to change it, if ever I get around to designing ye blog theme v.3.

So. Anybody got a noble cause for which they might require a picture of some words, any words at all, on a bullet-riddled street sign getting eaten by a tree?

We Do It Again

The Homeless Moon is making another chapbook. There isn’t much to show for it yet except for nebulous intangibles such as this here non-final cover:

However, from where I sit, I am pretty sure this one is going to blow last year’s out of the water. Conspicuous absence of marauding robot spiders aside.

A chapbook, in case you were wondering, is an embodiment of the do-it-yourself spirit in ink-and-paper form with a long and storied past. The term may in the near future become obsolete, once all our short story reading material comes to us in the form of iPhone periodicals, but it’s been around nearly as long as the printing press, used to denote any cheap, loosely-bound, disposable printed material intended for the edification and entertainment of the masses. Basically, a chapbook is a step up from a pamphlet, a step down from a zine. Pamphlets, as I understand it, are designed to convince people of something—for example, that fire and brimstone await if they don’t change their evil ways. A zine, on the other hand, is art—of the underground, fist-clenching rebel variety. I think we of the Moon will be satisfied if our chapbook manages to entertain.

I hope that clears things up.