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<b-row> <b-row>
<b-col md="8"> <b-col md="8">
<p class="title_story">Open Call Magiun #3, coming up soon!</p> <p class="title_story">Open Call Magiun #3 - Deadline extended!</p>
</b-col> </b-col>
</b-row> </b-row>
<b-row class="about-text"> <b-row class="about-text">
<b-col md="6"> <b-col md="6">
<p>Watch this space!</p> <p>There is a relatively new genre of vlogs on YouTube - mostly silent videos in which people perform their daily routines oriented around the household. Some of them, the ones I tend to watch, show people waking up, making breakfast, watering their plants, cleaning up, lunch, dinner, bed and repeat. I can't stop watching.</p>
<p>
What people eat when they are home, alone or not, has always fascinated me. Not the meals made pretty for a vlog, but those that come in people's weekly rotation, the breakfast made routinely on a Saturday morning, the dinner prepared out of habit after a long day, the meal one most expects when going back home. This is where it gets exciting for me.</p>
<p>
The word routine often comes up in association with others like 'boring' or 'drudgery' or 'tedious'. But routines are part of the dynamic of our daily lives. They are personal and can be a real act of care towards ourselves and others. They embody our experiences and our environment, and are therefore an inexhaustible source for self-reflection.</p>
<p>
For the 3rd issue of Magiun, I want to talk about routines, habits and rituals around food, comforting or restricting, old or still to come, intentional or mindless. Please send your contributions to hello@magiun.online by October 22nd.
All selected contributions will be offered a fee.
</p>
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<p> <p>

@ -83,7 +83,15 @@ a {
<p>Currently available in print:</p> <p>Currently available in print:</p>
<p>Magiun #1</p> <p>Magiun #1</p>
<b-img class="img-fluid" id="scan" src="media/magiun_scan_test.jpg" alt=""></b-img> <b-img class="img-fluid" id="scan" src="media/magiun_scan_test.jpg" alt=""></b-img>
<b-row>
<p></p>
<b-col>
<p>Magiun #2</p>
<b-img class="img-fluid" id="scan" src="media/scan.png" alt=""></b-img>
</b-col>
</b-row>
</b-col> </b-col>
<b-col md="6"> <b-col md="6">
<p id="footer"> <p id="footer">
<a href="/firstissue">Issue #1: On eating in isolation</a> <a href="/firstissue">Issue #1: On eating in isolation</a>

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* { * {
@ -279,7 +279,7 @@ a {
</template> </template>
<script> <script>
import MenuBar from './MenuBar' import MenuBar from '../MenuBar'
export default { export default {
name: 'anise', name: 'anise',
data: function() { data: function() {

@ -3,15 +3,15 @@
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap');
@font-face { @font-face {
font-family: 'Happy Times'; font-family: 'Happy Times';
src: url('../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf');
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src: url('../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf');
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font-family: 'ED Regular'; font-family: 'ED Regular';
src: url('../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf');
} }
* { * {
border: 0px black solid; border: 0px black solid;
@ -213,7 +213,7 @@ My parents emptied out the house of my grandparents and it got sold. I kept the
</template> </template>
<script> <script>
import MenuBar from './MenuBar' import MenuBar from '../MenuBar'
export default { export default {
name: 'knife', name: 'knife',
data: function() { data: function() {

@ -3,15 +3,15 @@
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap');
@font-face { @font-face {
font-family: 'Happy Times'; font-family: 'Happy Times';
src: url('../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf');
} }
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font-family: 'Semi Light Dots'; font-family: 'Semi Light Dots';
src: url('../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf');
} }
@font-face { @font-face {
font-family: 'ED Regular'; font-family: 'ED Regular';
src: url('../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf');
} }
* { * {
border: 0px black solid; border: 0px black solid;
@ -207,7 +207,7 @@ When you start to cry, I bring you lychees.</p>
</template> </template>
<script> <script>
import MenuBar from './MenuBar' import MenuBar from '../MenuBar'
export default { export default {
name: 'lychee', name: 'lychee',
data: function() { data: function() {

@ -3,15 +3,15 @@
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap');
@font-face { @font-face {
font-family: 'Happy Times'; font-family: 'Happy Times';
src: url('../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf');
} }
@font-face { @font-face {
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots'; font-family: 'Semi Light Dots';
src: url('../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf');
} }
@font-face { @font-face {
font-family: 'ED Regular'; font-family: 'ED Regular';
src: url('../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf');
} }
* { * {
border: 0px black solid; border: 0px black solid;
@ -230,7 +230,7 @@ a {
</template> </template>
<script> <script>
import MenuBar from './MenuBar' import MenuBar from '../MenuBar'
export default { export default {
name: 'phone', name: 'phone',
data: function() { data: function() {

@ -3,15 +3,15 @@
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap');
@font-face { @font-face {
font-family: 'Happy Times'; font-family: 'Happy Times';
src: url('../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf');
} }
@font-face { @font-face {
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots'; font-family: 'Semi Light Dots';
src: url('../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf');
} }
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font-family: 'ED Regular'; font-family: 'ED Regular';
src: url('../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf');
} }
* { * {
border: 0px black solid; border: 0px black solid;
@ -206,7 +206,7 @@ a {
</template> </template>
<script> <script>
import MenuBar from './MenuBar' import MenuBar from '../MenuBar'
export default { export default {
name: 'simmered', name: 'simmered',
data: function() { data: function() {

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@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap');
@font-face { @font-face {
font-family: 'Happy Times'; font-family: 'Happy Times';
src: url('../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf');
} }
@font-face { @font-face {
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots'; font-family: 'Semi Light Dots';
src: url('../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf');
} }
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font-family: 'ED Regular'; font-family: 'ED Regular';
src: url('../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf');
} }
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border: 0px black solid; border: 0px black solid;
@ -240,7 +240,7 @@ crying, maybe quietly, but the company of cooking has offered me peace.</p>
</template> </template>
<script> <script>
import MenuBar from './MenuBar' import MenuBar from '../MenuBar'
export default { export default {
name: 'soulsoup', name: 'soulsoup',
data: function() { data: function() {

@ -3,15 +3,15 @@
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap'); @import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap');
@font-face { @font-face {
font-family: 'Happy Times'; font-family: 'Happy Times';
src: url('../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf');
} }
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font-family: 'Semi Light Dots'; font-family: 'Semi Light Dots';
src: url('../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf');
} }
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font-family: 'ED Regular'; font-family: 'ED Regular';
src: url('../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf'); src: url('../../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf');
} }
* { * {
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@ -264,7 +264,7 @@ is already there.</p>
</template> </template>
<script> <script>
import MenuBar from './MenuBar' import MenuBar from '../MenuBar'
export default { export default {
name: 'whatwecan', name: 'whatwecan',
data: function() { data: function() {

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@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Viga&display=swap');
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap');
@font-face {
font-family: 'Happy Times';
src: url('../../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf');
}
@font-face {
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots';
src: url('../../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf');
}
@font-face {
font-family: 'ED Regular';
src: url('../../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf');
}
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border: 0px black solid;
background-color: transparent;
}
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padding-top: 70px;
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text-decoration: none;
}
a {
color: gray;
}
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/*padding-right: 50px;*/
/*padding-left: 60px;*/
font-family: 'Happy Times';
font-size: 18px;
line-height: 24px;
/*padding-bottom: 40px;*/
color: #1B75BC;
text-align: left;
}
.controls {
padding-top: 12px;
height: 120px;
z-index: 1;
position: relative;
}
.title_story {
font-size: 80px;
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots', sans-serif;
padding-top: 20px;
color: #FA00FF;
text-align: center;
}
.arrows {
font-size: 80px;
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots', sans-serif;
top: 36px;
color: #FA00FF;
vertical-align: top;
position: fixed;
overflow: hidden;
}
.arrows a {
display: block;
}
#leftarrow {
float: left;
color: #FA00FF;
}
#rightarrow {
float: right;
color: #FA00FF;
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}
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filter: grayscale(100%);
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max-height: 100%;
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padding: 12px;
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font-family: 'ED-regular', sans-serif;;
text-align: center;
color: #FA00FF;
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padding-top: 100px;
}
.zoom {
max-width: 100%;
}
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display: none;
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}
.author {
font-size: 21px;
}
.content {
padding-bottom: 40px;
}
.photo {
padding-bottom: 40px;
}
}
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<template>
<b-container fluid class="p-0">
<MenuBar/>
<b-row class="controls">
<b-col md="12" class="arrows">
<a href="/whatwecan" id="leftarrow"></a>
<a href="/anise" id="rightarrow"></a>
</b-col>
</b-row>
<b-row>
<b-col md="4">
<b-row>
<b-col md="6" offset-md="3">
<div class="zoom">
<b-img center class="img-fluid" alt="Responsive image" src="media/magiun2/lychee.png"> </b-img>
</div>
</b-col>
</b-row>
<b-row>
<b-col md="12">
<p class="title_story">[each] TUESDAY AFTER<br>NOON</p>
</b-col>
</b-row>
<b-row>
<b-col md="12">
<p class="author">essay by Sylvie van Wijk</p>
</b-col>
</b-row>
</b-col>
<b-col md="4">
<div class='content'>
<p>[each] TUESDAY AFTERNOON
</p>
<p>
finds us gleaning on the floor of a defragmented store [1]</p>
<p>
It forms as a counterpoint to the supermarket which often is a site of stress for me - with all the bodies squeezing past, TL light squeezing in, dizzying pace and nauseating offer. Stiff with doctored shelf lives, the foods are bulging from their racks and wrappers. All year round without interruption. Overstocked and over-stacked. Its as if the store tries to undo itself of its contents urgently somehow.
</p>
<p>
While there is freedom in gleaning there is also restriction. Its a practice situated in a network of
problems. It concerns the retrieval of food that has slipped through the seams of a net I dont fully understand yet. Food on the brink of going off is cleared and cleaned. Left to rot. Left to die. Wasting away, quite literally inside the belly of some vacuum van or trash can. Its a sealed deal dissolving over-production. Many supermarkets keep their trash under control and outside of access.</p>
<p>
The markets closing song signals a different business altogether</p>
<p>
Its all seagulls screaming, blue bags dusting in the wind, workers sounding metal on metal, and fruits rolling into place. Its a tip, too much from everywhere.</p>
<p>
With a humming on our heels, we pick ripe from rot. Filling our bags and pockets with this weeks feed. Its a quest to be swift as our window of chance and free purchase stretches narrow between packed up stalls and the vacuum van.
</p>
<p>
What fruits are left of todays labour? Its all a gamble - repetitive to the point of all surprise. Determined by time and again</p>
<p>
The end of summer was filled with melons and mangoes gone soft. Now, were running out of plum season, all wet and endless pies, to come in time for apples and pears. Carrots and kale. For creating stews, stamppots and soups.
</p>
<p>
I have come to locate myself in time and space, not through the movements of celestial bodies like the sun and moon but fruits and vegetables along the sky, over the water and way [2].
</p>
<p>
Bananas mean a good day. A badly bruised bunch of bananas mean a best day for baking bread moist with alcohol.
</p>
<p>
The best finds are the odds: circular cucumbers, bi-coloured clementines, a singular shitake 3 weeks in a row, an eggplant the size of my index finger, and an alive sea snail.
</p>
<p>
The most found fruit in the markets aftermath: a litter of lemons and limes. Bringing acidity into my palette and kitchen as a language, a flavour previously unexplored. Initiating teas and an endless variety of vinaigrettes. Sometimes the finds pose a challenge, often because of their quantity and slim shelf life. What do you do with the 3 kilos of green beans you brought back home? Day 1 is for boiling. Day 2 for processing the boiled beans into burgers on toast. If they havent gone off, the leftovers on the 3rd Day are for a grand roasting.
</p>
<p>
One accidental Tuesday turned into several turned into most. It began as a way to eat when my money was about to run out, but I have started to enjoy these days demarcating my weeks. They form a small universe of sorts, thick with life. I like seeing the familiar faces of fellows, friends, and non-friends alike. Those selling the food from stalls, those doing the clearing, the cleaning, the gleaning. Crooked comrades and equally broke. Theres a guy that works taking down the stalls. Each week he greets me with the same smile and same how are you?. This week its a cauliflower he hands me, next week itll be a bag of beans.</p>
<p>
The practice of gleaning possesses a charm in chance and a constant in chaos.
A concluding consideration: its a hot paradox. The practice of collecting cast food has allowed me to gulp down and give out food, especially fruits, I previously perceived too pricey to purchase. It has made me feel like a peasant but royally feasting.
</p>
</div>
</b-col>
<b-col md="4">
<b-container fluid>
<div class="image_container">
<b-img class="photo" src="media/sylvie/SIR[PRIZE].png"> </b-img>
</div>
</b-container>
</b-col>
</b-row>
</b-container>
</template>
<script>
import MenuBar from '../MenuBar'
export default {
name: 'bananas',
data: function() {
return {
}
},
components: {
MenuBar
}
}
</script>

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<style scoped>
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Viga&display=swap');
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap');
@font-face {
font-family: 'Happy Times';
src: url('../../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf');
}
@font-face {
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots';
src: url('../../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf');
}
@font-face {
font-family: 'ED Regular';
src: url('../../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf');
}
* {
border: 0px black solid;
background-color: transparent;
}
.container_width {
max-width: 100%;
padding-left: 0px;
padding-right: 0px;
padding-top: 70px;
}
a:hover {
color: hotpink;
text-decoration: none;
}
a {
color: gray;
}
.content {
/*padding-right: 50px;*/
/*padding-left: 60px;*/
font-family: 'Happy Times';
font-size: 18px;
line-height: 24px;
/*padding-bottom: 40px;*/
color: #1B75BC;
text-align: left;
}
.controls {
padding-top: 12px;
height: 120px;
z-index: 1;
position: relative;
}
.title_story {
font-size: 80px;
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots', sans-serif;
padding-top: 20px;
color: #FA00FF;
text-align: center;
}
.arrows {
font-size: 80px;
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots', sans-serif;
top: 36px;
color: #FA00FF;
vertical-align: top;
position: fixed;
overflow: hidden;
}
.arrows a {
display: block;
}
#leftarrow {
float: left;
color: #FA00FF;
}
#rightarrow {
float: right;
color: #FA00FF;
}
.image_container {
padding-top: 5px;
}
.photo {
-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);
filter: grayscale(100%);
width: auto;
max-height: 100%;
max-width: 100%;
padding: 12px;
}
.img-fluid {
filter: sepia(100%) saturate(300%) brightness(100%) hue-rotate(270deg);
}
.author {
font-size: 20px;
font-family: 'ED-regular', sans-serif;;
text-align: center;
color: #FA00FF;
}
.dialogue {
/*font-family: 'ED-Regular', sans-serif;*/
margin-left: 36px;
}
.small_icon {
max-width: 60%;
padding-top: 100px;
}
.zoom {
max-width: 100%;
}
@media (max-width: 575px){
.small_icon {
display: none;
}
.title_story {
font-size: 48px;
}
.author {
font-size: 21px;
}
.content {
padding-bottom: 40px;
}
.photo {
padding-bottom: 40px;
}
}
</style>
<template>
<b-container fluid class="p-0">
<MenuBar/>
<b-row class="controls">
<b-col md="12" class="arrows">
<a href="/soulsoup" id="leftarrow"></a>
<a href="/whatwecan" id="rightarrow"></a>
</b-col>
</b-row>
<b-row>
<b-col md="4">
<b-row>
<b-col md="6" offset-md="3">
<div class="zoom">
<b-img center class="img-fluid" alt="Responsive image" src="media/magiun2/phone.png"> </b-img>
</div>
</b-col>
</b-row>
<b-row>
<b-col md="12">
<p class="title_story">How to Poach an Egg (Perfectly)</p>
</b-col>
</b-row>
<b-row>
<b-col md="12">
<p class="author">a poem by Valentina Vella</p>
</b-col>
</b-row>
</b-col>
<b-col md="6">
<div class='content'>
<p class="monologue">
These soft, colorful shapes
<br>
<span class="dialogue">Came to me from compost and dark earth,
</span><br>
Thanks, earth!<br>
<span class="dialogue">And thank you, human beings who planted, harvested,</span><br>
Carried them to my local food co-op<br>
<span class="dialogue">(Fuck the capitalists stealing our labor</span><br>
And buying up our housing stock).<br>
<span class="dialogue">Tongue licking witty jokes on white ceramic,</span><br>
Bubbles, waves, carbonated currents<br>
<span class="dialogue">Rippling through papillae,</span><br>
Hands appear,<br>
<span class="dialogue">Disappear,</span><br>
Inside oven mittens,<br>
<span class="dialogue">A bell sound: three strikes,</span><br>
Open the oven,<br>
<span class="dialogue">Stomach juices flowing.</span><br>
Getting dumped<br>
<span class="dialogue">Was the best thing thats ever happened to me:</span><br>
All alone and forlorn I figured I should learn how to parent myself.<br>
<span class="dialogue">Turns out my inner mamma takes care of me through food,</span><br>
How unoriginal,<br>
<span class="dialogue">How convenient.</span><br>
She makes the most delicious food and I eat it all<br>
<span class="dialogue">
She makes the most delicious food and I sometimes share it</span><br>
With my roommate Johanna (who's great and I hope will stick around<br>
<span class="dialogue">Instead of moving back to Germany and giving up on Art with a capital A).</span><br>
Rhubarb Crumble;<br>
<span class="dialogue">Spinach Quiche with gruyère and heavy cream;</span><br>
Flammkuchen with goat cheese and pears;<br>
<span class="dialogue">Pasta alla Norma, melanzane fritte e primo sale;</span><br>
Avocado Toast with cherry tomatoes, buffalo mozzarella, chili peppers,<br>
<span class="dialogue">Basilico genovese, extra virgin olive oil;</span><br>
The best poached eggs youve ever tried,<br>
<span class="dialogue">(Heres how I learned:</span><br>
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yifZtA3uF-E,<br>
<span class="dialogue">Youre welcome)</span><br>
So round and fluffy,<br>
<span class="dialogue">Bleeding yellow yolk over Johannas perfectly cooked sourdough bread;</span><br>
My slightly boring overnight oats cheered up by kiwi berries and some weird<br>
<span class="dialogue">Açaí-guarana frozen paste that I paid too much for;</span><br>
Chai Tea cooled off by oat milk and sweetened by maple syrup<br>
<span class="dialogue">To be sipped in the company of new, exciting,</span><br>
Artist friends you can bitch about Dutch mental health care with;<br>
<span class="dialogue">Vegetarian carbonara with zucchini, pecorino and smoked eggs.</span><br>
Yesterday I fixed Pleuns stereo so Johanna, my future comrades and I<br>
<span class="dialogue">Will eat tiramisù</span><br>
While watching Italian classics projected on the lavender wall,
<br>
<span class="dialogue">Our asses pampered by the ridiculously comfortable turquoise velvet couch.</span>
<br>
(I dont particularly enjoy cooking
<br>
<span class="dialogue">I just need my delicious, edible love so much</span><br>
That a little bit of sculpting<br>
<span class="dialogue">With sharp blades and domesticated fire</span><br>
(Which actually sounds cool!<br>
<span class="dialogue">But full disclosure:</span><br>
Ive always sneered at those who see food as their <i>art form</i>.<br>
<span class="dialogue"> Hate me, if you must)</span><br>
Is totally worth the effort,<br>
<span class="dialogue">While before, cooking was a chore among chores,</span><br>
One of the things that need to be done<br>
<span class="dialogue"> When you share your life 24/7 with another person</span><br>
Which is in itself depleting,<br>
<span class="dialogue">So I was often trying to save energy:</span><br>
Washing dishes and cleaning the house<br>
<span class="dialogue">Requires less brain power than cooking.</span><br>
I guess we made each other miserable<br>
<span class="dialogue">More often than happy</span><br>
Since he recently called me a RUDE UNGRATEFUL ICE WITCH.<br>
<span class="dialogue">It turns out he was a people pleaser,</span><br>
Which is as far from a true giver as can be.<br>
<span class="dialogue">My window sill is where basil, sage and appelmunt plants live.</span><br>
This small square kitchen will always be warm and filled with light,<br>
<span class="dialogue">As we build loving, well-fed, Queer Communal Kinships</span><br>
Where we'll communicate so well that<br>
<span class="dialogue">Nobody, hopefully,</span><br>
Will plot complex revenge fantasies inspired by Korean cult directors,<br>
<span class="dialogue">Where everyone will be stuffing each others mouths</span><br>
With fluffy, doughy, crunchy bits of<br>
<span class="dialogue">Unconditional adoration.</span><br>
</p>
</div>
</b-col>
</b-row>
</b-container>
</template>
<script>
import MenuBar from '../MenuBar'
export default {
name: 'mittens',
data: function() {
return {
}
},
components: {
MenuBar
}
}
</script>

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<style scoped>
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Viga&display=swap');
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap');
@font-face {
font-family: 'Happy Times';
src: url('../../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf');
}
@font-face {
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots';
src: url('../../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf');
}
@font-face {
font-family: 'ED Regular';
src: url('../../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf');
}
* {
border: 0px black solid;
background-color: transparent;
}
.container_width {
max-width: 100%;
padding-left: 0px;
padding-right: 0px;
padding-top: 70px;
}
a:hover {
color: hotpink;
text-decoration: none;
}
a {
color: gray;
}
.content {
/*padding-right: 50px;*/
/*padding-left: 60px;*/
font-family: 'Happy Times';
font-size: 18px;
line-height: 24px;
/*padding-bottom: 40px;*/
color: #1B75BC;
text-align: left;
}
.controls {
padding-top: 12px;
height: 120px;
z-index: 1;
position: relative;
}
.title_story {
font-size: 80px;
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots', sans-serif;
padding-top: 20px;
color: #FA00FF;
text-align: center;
}
.arrows {
font-size: 80px;
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots', sans-serif;
top: 36px;
color: #FA00FF;
vertical-align: top;
position: fixed;
overflow: hidden;
}
.arrows a {
display: block;
}
#leftarrow {
float: left;
color: #FA00FF;
}
#rightarrow {
float: right;
color: #FA00FF;
}
.image_container {
padding-top: 5px;
}
.photo {
-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);
filter: grayscale(100%);
width: auto;
max-height: 100%;
max-width: 100%;
padding: 12px;
}
.img-fluid {
filter: sepia(100%) saturate(300%) brightness(100%) hue-rotate(270deg);
}
.author {
font-size: 20px;
font-family: 'ED-regular', sans-serif;;
text-align: center;
color: #FA00FF;
}
.small_icon {
max-width: 60%;
padding-top: 100px;
}
.zoom {
max-width: 100%;
}
@media (max-width: 575px){
.small_icon {
display: none;
}
.title_story {
font-size: 48px;
}
.author {
font-size: 21px;
}
.content {
padding-bottom: 40px;
}
.photo {
padding-bottom: 40px;
}
}
</style>
<template>
<b-container fluid class="p-0">
<MenuBar/>
<b-row class="controls">
<b-col md="12" class="arrows">
<a href="/phone" id="leftarrow"></a>
<a href="/lychee" id="rightarrow"></a>
</b-col>
</b-row>
<b-row>
<b-col md="4">
<b-row>
<b-col md="6" offset-md="3">
<div class="zoom">
<b-img center class="img-fluid" alt="Responsive image" src="media/magiun2/clothes.png"> </b-img>
</div>
</b-col>
</b-row>
<b-row>
<b-col md="12">
<p class="title_story">A Jar of Green Olives</p>
</b-col>
</b-row>
<b-row>
<b-col md="12">
<p class="author">an essay by Raluca Chereji</p>
</b-col>
</b-row>
</b-col>
<b-col md="5">
<div class='content'>
<p>One day, I bought a jar of green olives from my local Billa. A spur of the moment purchase because they were on sale, I took them home and mindlessly started snacking. My mom noticed, and when the jar was finished, she went and bought another one. Id get home from work at 5.30, make a beeline straight for the fridge, open the olives and fish them out with my fingers. Popping them like candy, two, three, four at a time. Id offer my mom one, shed usually decline. Wed share a bowl over dinner, alongside whatever meal shed cooked during the day whilst I was away, alongside an overly tart, overly salted green salad, another staple of our newfound routine. We were learning as we went, adapting to each other and constantly adjusting our expectations, making up for the last 11 years spent apart, she in Romania, and I in the UK. For the first time since high school, we were both in the same place, and she wasnt going anywhere.</p>
<p>
Id moved countries in the summer following a job offer. It felt like the embodiment of everything Id consciously and unconsciously manifested, a change of pace and life and language I spent years dreaming about. Finally, here it was, and here I was, trying to make sense of a city whose language I barely even spoke. For the first time in months, I was living alone, and would be alone until my boyfriend joined me in the autumn. Id assumed the freedom would be good for me, and maybe it would have been, had I known how to wield it. Instead, I spent my evenings alone watching shows Id already seen, thinking of the places Id come from, and wishing I could inhabit them again. Making the same meals. Id been excited about pasta; my boyfriend hates tomatoes, and being away from him meant I could make all the marinara sauce I wanted. And I did, and it did provide comfort but its ability to soothe was far exceeded by the task at hand. Pasta alone cant console the inconsolable.</p>
<p>
I hadnt expected to find solitude, albeit a temporary one, as oppressive as it felt. It mirrored the weather: the hotter the days became, the heavier my loneliness grew. I tried to find solace in food, but what I hadnt realised was just how important having another seat at the table was. I cooked for more than just pleasure, or bare sustenance; I cooked to share.</p>
<p>
Still, when my mom suggested she come stay, I hesitated. When I was a child, my mother was my best friend. We defied peoples expectations of what a mother-daughter relationship could look like, we were so close. Id tell her everything. Id relish in her warmth, her arms, sleep with her perfumed scarf on my pillow whenever she was away. But ten years elsewhere will do a lot to erase that, and the physical distance between us grew into something harder to travel over. Id grown awkward, clumsy I didnt want her arms around me anymore, felt at times ashamed and embarrassed by my inability to be the daughter she had had before I left. We had a lot of rebuilding to do.</p>
<p>
Despite my reservations, I said yes, so she packed a small suitcase, kissed my father goodbye and got on the night train to Hauptbahnhof, where I promised Id meet her. There I was, and now here she was, as smiling and as happy to see me as ever. It was strange at first I was tentative and distant, so she threw herself into what she knew best: food.
She started with schnitzel. It was both a celebration of the place we were in, and the first meal shed make me whenever I went back home. It was her opening bid, and though Id protested, saying the Airbnb kitchen was too small, and whats the point of making schnitzel when you can get it in every restaurant, shed won me over. It tasted the way it always does, and for the first time in months, it felt like home.</p>
<p>
She slowly worked through her repertoire, and we started building a routine. Wed have breakfast together, then Id leave for work, leaving her at home by herself. She said she enjoyed it, but still I couldnt help feeling guilty every time I closed the door behind me. I hated myself for not opening up faster, for taking so long to readjust. For not showing more appreciation when she was here to support me, to soothe and to comfort. I tried harder, and worked on my own routine: every day on my way back from work, Id pick up a small something. Éclairs from the French patisserie. Bergkäse. A jar of green olives. When I'd come home, wed pick at whatever nibbles Id brought over game shows on the only Romanian TV channel we could find. Then wed have dinner. It didnt matter what she made, it always tasted the same: flavorful and familiar, and always like home.</p>
<p>
Slowly, I thawed, and began to see her the way I used to when growing up. Id seek her comfort and warmth, and revel in this new routine of doing nothing together. Of me settling into a new life with her by my side, of her taking care of the mundane so that I could get used to the new. Balancing everything that was unfamiliar with schnitzel, and mashed potatoes, and roasted red peppers. Filling my emptied cup.</p>
<p>
We assumed shed stay for a couple of weeks, but two became three became four. All of a sudden, it had been four months. She had brought me right up to the point where my boyfriend would come and take her place, when she could go back home and I could start new routines in my own flat, with my own things, and my own chosen family by my side. Shed carried me across the Styx and brought me down to Earth.</p>
<p>
I still buy olives on my way home.
</p>
</div>
</b-col>
</b-row>
</b-container>
</template>
<script>
import MenuBar from '../MenuBar'
export default {
name: 'olives',
data: function() {
return {
}
},
components: {
MenuBar
}
}
</script>

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<style scoped>
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Viga&display=swap');
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap');
@font-face {
font-family: 'Happy Times';
src: url('../../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf');
}
@font-face {
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots';
src: url('../../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf');
}
@font-face {
font-family: 'ED Regular';
src: url('../../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf');
}
* {
border: 0px black solid;
background-color: transparent;
}
.container_width {
max-width: 100%;
padding-left: 0px;
padding-right: 0px;
padding-top: 70px;
}
a:hover {
color: hotpink;
text-decoration: none;
}
a {
color: gray;
}
.content {
/*padding-right: 50px;*/
/*padding-left: 60px;*/
font-family: 'Happy Times';
font-size: 18px;
line-height: 24px;
/*padding-bottom: 40px;*/
color: #1B75BC;
text-align: left;
}
.controls {
padding-top: 12px;
height: 120px;
z-index: 1;
position: relative;
}
.title_story {
font-size: 80px;
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots', sans-serif;
padding-top: 20px;
color: #FA00FF;
text-align: center;
}
.arrows {
font-size: 80px;
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots', sans-serif;
top: 36px;
color: #FA00FF;
vertical-align: top;
position: fixed;
overflow: hidden;
}
.arrows a {
display: block;
}
#leftarrow {
float: left;
color: #FA00FF;
}
#rightarrow {
float: right;
color: #FA00FF;
}
.image_container {
padding-top: 5px;
}
.photo {
-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);
filter: grayscale(100%);
width: auto;
max-height: 100%;
max-width: 100%;
padding: 12px;
}
.img-fluid {
filter: sepia(100%) saturate(300%) brightness(100%) hue-rotate(270deg);
}
.author {
font-size: 20px;
font-family: 'ED-regular', sans-serif;;
text-align: center;
color: #FA00FF;
}
.small_icon {
max-width: 60%;
padding-top: 100px;
}
.zoom {
max-width: 100%;
}
@media (max-width: 575px){
.small_icon {
display: none;
}
.title_story {
font-size: 48px;
}
.author {
font-size: 21px;
}
.content {
padding-bottom: 40px;
}
.photo {
padding-bottom: 40px;
}
}
</style>
<template>
<b-container fluid class="p-0">
<MenuBar/>
<b-row class="controls">
<b-col md="12" class="arrows">
<a href="/simmered" id="leftarrow"></a>
<a href="/phone" id="rightarrow"></a>
</b-col>
</b-row>
<b-row>
<b-col md="4">
<b-row>
<b-col md="6" offset-md="3">
<div class="zoom">
<b-img center class="img-fluid" alt="Responsive image" src="media/magiun2/cauliflower.png"> </b-img>
</div>
</b-col>
</b-row>
<b-row>
<b-col md="12">
<p class="title_story">Me, My Mom and Those Three Eggs</p>
</b-col>
</b-row>
<b-row>
<b-col md="12">
<p class="author">an essay by Patricia Cîrtog</p>
</b-col>
</b-row>
</b-col>
<b-col md="5">
<div class='content'>
<p>Oh, to think of lunchtime with my mom Since first grade, up to my first year of college, Ive always had lunch with my mom. Shes a teacher, so during middle school we had a similar schedule. When she happened to have more classes than I did, I would patiently wait for her in the school's library. We would walk home together, change into some comfortable clothes and settle into the kitchen. The schools bell still echoed into our ears and the air was filled with joy and small frustrations, but most prominently the smell of milk and bread (you know, the kind of food Romanian school offers children). We would heat up something cooked by my mother and talk about our day. I would detail everything that happened to me that day, from every project and good grade to some childish mischief that took place during the break, and, in exchange, she would take me into her adult world, through the teachers lounge and her classes.</p>
<p>
We usually had homemade food in the fridge that we would heat up, in small pots only, just enough for the two of us. When I left for college, I thought I would mostly remember the soups and stews that she used to cook. However, I was wrong. At lunchtime, after a lot of classes and doing laundry, I started thinking about her omelet. The omelet she used to make when there was no other homemade food left.</p>
<p>
We would go into the kitchen, mom would whisk three eggs and I would cut the cheese, sneaking some into my mouth when she wasnt looking. We put them over the sizzling butter and talked slightly louder to cover the sound. Thats when I used to get excited, because my tummy knew Yey, were going to eat soon. I was watching the cheese melt until I couldnt tell it apart from the eggs anymore. Sitting near the stove would always warm me up during the winter and soften me in the summer.</p>
<p>
Mom would split the omelet in two, one half for me and the other one for her. I enjoyed eating from the plate she whisked the eggs in, because I liked taking a bit of bread and wiping the plate clean, like a little sponge. When I finished, I could feel motivation coming over me, so afterwards Id start doing my homework. I felt fulfilled and warm and cozy.</p>
<p>
In college, I dont eat omelet anymore. If I dont hear the sound of my mothers voice over the sizzling butter, it seems to taste bad. If my mom wont whisk the eggs, the omelet wont have the same consistency. If I dont have lunch with my mom, the omelet becomes another meaningless meal taken in a hurry.</p>
<p>So now, I encourage you to close your eyes with me and feel the warmth of any of your mothers home cooked meals.</p>
</div>
</b-col>
</b-row>
</b-container>
</template>
<script>
import MenuBar from '../MenuBar'
export default {
name: 'threeeggs',
data: function() {
return {
}
},
components: {
MenuBar
}
}
</script>

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<style scoped>
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Viga&display=swap');
@import url('https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Roboto+Mono&display=swap');
@font-face {
font-family: 'Happy Times';
src: url('../../../fonts/happy-times-NG_regular_master.otf');
}
@font-face {
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots';
src: url('../../../fonts/AC1-SemiLightDots.otf');
}
@font-face {
font-family: 'ED Regular';
src: url('../../../fonts/ED-Regular.otf');
}
* {
border: 0px black solid;
background-color: transparent;
}
.container_width {
max-width: 100%;
padding-left: 0px;
padding-right: 0px;
padding-top: 70px;
}
a:hover {
color: hotpink;
text-decoration: none;
}
a {
color: gray;
}
.content {
/*padding-right: 50px;*/
/*padding-left: 60px;*/
font-family: 'Happy Times';
font-size: 18px;
line-height: 24px;
/*padding-bottom: 40px;*/
color: #1B75BC;
text-align: left;
}
.controls {
padding-top: 12px;
height: 120px;
z-index: 1;
position: relative;
}
.title_story {
font-size: 80px;
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots', sans-serif;
padding-top: 20px;
color: #FA00FF;
text-align: center;
}
.arrows {
font-size: 80px;
font-family: 'Semi Light Dots', sans-serif;
top: 36px;
color: #FA00FF;
vertical-align: top;
position: fixed;
overflow: hidden;
}
.arrows a {
display: block;
}
#leftarrow {
float: left;
color: #FA00FF;
}
#rightarrow {
float: right;
color: #FA00FF;
}
.image_container {
padding-top: 5px;
}
.photo {
-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);
filter: grayscale(100%);
width: auto;
max-height: 100%;
max-width: 100%;
padding: 12px;
}
.img-fluid {
filter: sepia(100%) saturate(300%) brightness(100%) hue-rotate(270deg);
}
.author {
font-size: 20px;
font-family: 'ED-regular', sans-serif;;
text-align: center;
color: #FA00FF;
}
.small_icon {
max-width: 60%;
padding-top: 100px;
}
.zoom {
max-width: 100%;
}
@media (max-width: 575px){
.small_icon {
display: none;
}
.title_story {
font-size: 48px;
}
.author {
font-size: 21px;
}
.content {
padding-bottom: 40px;
}
.photo {
padding-bottom: 40px;
}
}
</style>
<template>
<b-container fluid class="p-0">
<MenuBar/>
<b-row class="controls">
<b-col md="12" class="arrows">
<a href="/whatwecan" id="leftarrow"></a>
<a href="/anise" id="rightarrow"></a>
</b-col>
</b-row>
<b-row>
<b-col md="4">
<b-row>
<b-col md="6" offset-md="3">
<div class="zoom">
<b-img center class="img-fluid" alt="Responsive image" src="media/magiun2/lychee.png"> </b-img>
</div>
</b-col>
</b-row>
<b-row>
<b-col md="12">
<p class="title_story">Floating on Habit</p>
</b-col>
</b-row>
<b-row>
<b-col md="12">
<p class="author">essay and illustration by Alina Turdean</p>
</b-col>
</b-row>
</b-col>
<b-col md="4">
<div class='content'>
<p>7:30 alarm ON, 2 to 3 snoozes, 1 espresso ristretto, 1 cup of tea - ginger or mint, even licorice to be daring, 3 sun salutations, stretch, stretch, 200 crunches, breath, meditate (but no more than 10minutes), shower, breakfast: oats, banana, 2 berries of choice, yogurt. Repeat.</p>
<p>
I always relied on routine to find my balance. My eating routines regulate my irregularities.
There was that time when I had a tablespoon of coconut oil on an empty stomach every morning. The one where I fasted every Wednesday. And the holy one I still abide by: eggs on toast, garden salad topped with sprouts on the side as a weekend relief. Repetition, particularly about my eating choices, has long been my beacon of light in times of uncertainty. One could jokingly say that I am a creature of habit but habits kept me afloat while navigating the unstable waters of freelancing, living in different countries, and lately making sense of a global pandemic. When everything is uncertain you can always rely on your poached eggs on
avocado toast every Sunday brunch, or Monday, or Thursday if need be.
</p>
<p>
My routines can be seasonal, personal, and always closely intertwined with my emotional state.
They are deeply connected with eating and feeding the feelings or lack thereof. This early winter it was all about overcoming the passing of my grandmother by cooking the Matzah ball soup she used to make for me as a little girl. This attempt at comforting myself took a life of its own as the soup seeped its way into our weekly routine as a household and we stocked up on semolina flour while I passed the recipe on to my peers. This too became a household regular, one for the book of yet-unwritten recipes of our kitchen routines, comforting, in turn, others that knew very little of my grandmother or my growing up alongside her, yet enjoyed nonetheless sharing the stories and warm broths that provided an enfolding comfort despite the absence.
</p>
<p>
These routines are in fact themselves recipes for survival (and a tad bit of control). And executing them like a good little soldier brings me a sense of accomplishment. I relish in the small tasks: making the bed every morning, watering my plants every Monday, eating my eggs every weekend. The raft I sail on is made up of all these small acts of comforting and I must say it is pretty yarn. But this can easily become a trap of eating oats, banana, 2 berries of choice, and yogurt for months on end, or doing your groceries practically with your eyes closed, little variation and a great number of dramatic pauses when favored ingredients become unavailable.
</p>
<p>
Being grounded in ones rituals without becoming totally bland is in itself a battle worth tackling on every grocery shopping occasion by purchasing (at least two!) new ingredients and adding thus an element of much-needed surprise in your carefully constructed stability. One must continue exerting control without succumbing entirely to predictability! As I constantly try to remind myself when reaching for the carton of eggs in a comforting panic.
</p>
<p>
But blandness aside, I like this certainty of a particular food or a recipe that can allow you a soothing break. Whether enabling you to again be a five-year-old little girl in your grandmothers kitchen, tackling Matzah balls with a spoon bigger than your own head, or weaving a raft of stability in an ever-changing, ever-menacing new normality. Because food can be great, like that.
</p>
</div>
</b-col>
<b-col md="4">
<b-container fluid>
<div class="image_container">
<b-img class="photo" src="media/twoberries/oul.png"> </b-img>
</div>
</b-container>
</b-col>
</b-row>
</b-container>
</template>
<script>
import MenuBar from '../MenuBar'
export default {
name: 'twoberries',
data: function() {
return {
}
},
components: {
MenuBar
}
}
</script>

@ -33,16 +33,20 @@ import scooter from './components/edition1/scooter'
import OpenCallPage from './components/OpenCallPage' import OpenCallPage from './components/OpenCallPage'
import SecondEditionPage from './components/SecondEditionPage' import SecondEditionPage from './components/SecondEditionPage'
import EditorNote2 from './components/EditorNote2' import EditorNote2 from './components/EditorNote2'
import knife from './components/knife' import knife from './components/edition2/knife'
import simmered from './components/simmered' import simmered from './components/edition2/simmered'
import soulsoup from './components/soulsoup' import soulsoup from './components/edition2/soulsoup'
import phone from './components/phone' import phone from './components/edition2/phone'
import whatwecan from './components/whatwecan' import whatwecan from './components/edition2/whatwecan'
import lychee from './components/lychee' import lychee from './components/edition2/lychee'
import anise from './components/anise' import anise from './components/edition2/anise'
import Order from './components/Order' import Order from './components/Order'
import Issues from './components/Issues' import Issues from './components/Issues'
import twoberries from './components/edition3/twoberries'
import mittens from './components/edition3/mittens'
import threeeggs from './components/edition3/threeeggs'
import olives from './components/edition3/olives'
import bananas from './components/edition3/bananas'
Vue.config.productionTip = false Vue.config.productionTip = false
@ -80,7 +84,13 @@ const router = new VueRouter({
{ path: '/lychee', component: lychee }, { path: '/lychee', component: lychee },
{ path: '/anise', component: anise }, { path: '/anise', component: anise },
{ path: '/order', component: Order }, { path: '/order', component: Order },
{ path: '/issues', component: Issues } { path: '/issues', component: Issues },
{ path: '/twoberries', component: twoberries },
{ path: '/mittens', component: mittens },
{ path: '/threeeggs', component: threeeggs },
{ path: '/olives', component: olives },
{ path: '/bananas', component: bananas }
] ]

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