Well, we survived the summer, but only just. The chances were slender, the beauties were brief, but we dug deep into our hearts and found enough love to get us through the next three months. Thanks to all who contributed in large or small measure, the bird continues to be the word. Our fall issue features:
- the discreet charm of Phoenix's yard sale signs
- what happens to Phoenix when you all go to bed
- desire paths and the beauty of determination
- vmc - a spaceship palace birthed on daydreams
hoozdo 10 can be found at these fine establishments, but don't hang around, that's for bats!
We're back. Our manes have been combed, our hair curried, our bodies brushed and our fetlocks, er, fettled. We're in such great shape we recommend putting the house on us in next Saturday's race at Belmont. Our way to help you avoid foreclosure. Or, you can open the latest issue and read about:
As the world goes to hell in a handbasket and the very fabric of existence threatens to unravel faster than a ball of wool in a room of meth-cranked kittens, hoozdo 8 appears in a puff of blue smoke, ready to salve your fragile psyche and help you make sense of the whole sorry mess. So sit back and relax as we plunge our latex-covered fingers deep into your most private places and:
Is there a better way to spend the dark, chilly winter evenings than hunkered down beside a warm hearth with a good read? Well, yes, probably, considering this is Phoenix and a couple of drops to the low thirties is the worst we'll likely see. So un-mothball that coat, get out and do whatever it is you do, but know that when you come home, hoozdo 7 will be curled up in front of the fireplace waiting for you. This time out we:
The melted sidewalks having congealed once more and with the prospect of 6 months of scarily perfect weather around the corner, what more excuse do you need to get out, about, over, under, sideways, down in the City of the Flaming Bird. Let hoozdo be your guide as we:
