This journal pontificates, adjudicates, gesticulates wildly, speaks its mind, and serves the interest of a tiny insular community. All materials contained herein have been handed down from the mountain-top which is an anthill to a gaggle of whirly-eyed acolytes in a constant state of visionary frenzy, resembling a couple of guys loading branches into the back of a tiny rust­eaten green pickup truck. We live our lives as though they were one Emergency Horse.