When the edz came together to pick this theme, we did so quickly, panickedly, and yet despite all odds— thoughtfully. Like getting ready in the morning after oversleeping your alarm (not once but twice) and somehow making it on time (or without getting reprimanded), this issue, this magazine, and this group is nothing short of a haphazard, almost-never-happening, absolutely coincidental miracle.
Especially with our morning coffee.
I suppose the drama of watching a messy miracle unfold and reveal itself is a reason why issue after issue for the last four years, I have been a part of Buzzsaw. 5 AM production nights, scrambling to gather pitches, working with writers to find their voice, running out of magazine money, and being a part of a family that I didn’t know I needed all fall under the umbrella of the unforeseen tragedies and pleasant surprises that constitutes Buzzsaw.
Sometimes dark, sometimes sweet, sometimes hot, sometimes cold, sometimes rich with flavor, sometimes just glorified water, Buzzsaw let me become a person in which thinking, writing, and community could come together to make something robust, necessary, and apart of my daily life.
Thank you buzz peeps for all the hangs!
Your dark and sometimes sweet editor,
My time at Buzzsaw has been a lot like cake.
It is sweet and fluffy and best in small portions. I’m not good at small portions. I keep going, vigorously searching for the perfect bite. It isn’t often that one gets the perfect frosting to cake ratio. I eat it ‘til I’m sick anyways.
With every cycle of Buzzsaw we start out hungry, getting a little more content from our writers each week. It keeps some of us fed. As the art editor, I wait patiently for dessert. The hunger grows, the spreadsheets are filled out, and then I get to binge.
Once we move into the digestion part of the process, we have to trust ourselves. We let our systems do what they do and begin gathering ingredients again. This time I don’t get to do it again. My digestion has ended and I have left my fork to Rachael Geary. I trust her. I can only hope that I haven’t left her a pile of shit from my unbalanced diet.
It’s been a sugar rush. Thank you, Buzzsaw. Good luck, Rachael.