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I often wonder who invented the term “Reality TV.” It wasn’t someone interested in building a community, this I can tell you. Perhaps the television producers preach the virtues of pulling strangers together, strangers that eventually become friends—perhaps they preach the virtues of the bonding experience the cast members go through, but that’s not entirely true. Neither was it someone interested in providing a more realistic viewing experience for the audience. Sure, they may talk about how viewers connect with the cast members of the show because they are “real” people instead of actors and actresses, and that could be you or me up there on the screen—they may talk about audience involvement and even participation to an extent, but you know that’s not entirely true either. It most certainly was not someone interested in furthering the quality of television programming. Who out there will argue that The Real World or Survivor or Big Brother or The Bachelor or, heaven forbid, The Swan has pushed the boundaries of artistic expression in television writing or production? Many producers don’t even admit to writing the show in the first place—it’s all a good editing job, complete with storyline fabrications, confidential confessions, and footage cut from the final edit because it doesn’t fit the story that the producers are telling. They discuss how the cast are the true stars, how real people have real conflicts and they’re just happy to have a crew there filming it, but that doesn’t mean that it’s an accurate reflection of real life: there is a scientific theory called the uncertainty principle that states that it is impossible to observe something without altering it. This whole piece, plus many more, available only in livingproof #3. Order now.
Issues: #1: Crisis. [samples] #2: Rebound. [samples] #3: Genesis. [samples] #4: Rehearsal. [samples] #5: Rapprochement. [samples] Available for $3 each. Ordering info. Sanitary and Ship is free.	Reader, I think I might owe you an apology. You probably picked up this zine thinking it was going to be another installment of the Livingproof perzine, a series engages in the dissecting of failures in romance and the place of underground music in such a narrative. This zine doesn’t exactly follow that format. Indeed, upon first read, you may feel like I hoodwinked you into reading a paean to my favorite band, whom you likely don’t care about and may be disinclined entirely to check out after finishing the last page and closing this zine (or throwing it down in disgust partway through).... Read more.
Email list: Join the livingproof_announce email list. Enter your email address in the box below. Email:	It wasn’t hard to find a place to stay when I first moved to Chicago: my freshman year roommate Brad had an extra bedroom in his Lincoln Park apartment because his roommate had abandoned him for the summer. I could only afford to pay half of my share, but that was better than Brad paying for the whole thing himself. We shook hands and I moved in two days later. I spent that first Chicago summer exploring the city, both formally—I had a job canvassing pedestrians around the city for Greenpeace—and informally, as I learned my way around the CTA, started meeting people, and hung out at bars and rock clubs... Read more.
Semi-Related Links: Fall of Autumn Punk Planet Sanitary and Ship Splendid WLUW Zine World	Sometimes, when the end comes, it’s right on time. But very rarely do things end when it feels right. Too often the end is a surprise, it catches you off guard, and you’re left in the dust struggling to make sense in your grief. Not as often, but just as difficult, is the end that drags on, milking your patience and sympathy until you’re actually happy the end has come when it finally does arrive. It’s a relief, in those cases... Read more.