"One can give nothing whatever without giving oneself-- that is to say, risking oneself.  If one cannot risk oneself, then one is simply incapable of giving."  James Baldwin.
After not very much deliberation, I have decided to indefinitely suspend 
daily publication of The Travesty.  My life is becoming more hectic as I
prepare for a big transition into, among other things, the state of being a
College Student.  I am finding I have less and less time to devote to this
e-zine, and in the coming months it is sure to get worse.  No ezine is better
than a low-quality half-ass ezine.  Also, I am in the process of reevaluating
many things in my life, which necessarily requires that I reevaluate my
creative output.  In plain English, it is time for a change.

The Travesty is not dead.  It is, at most, in suspension, but I do not know
how long the suspension will last, or what the ezine will look like if and when
it is over.

Please continue to send any submission-like material my way, 
especially anything written personally by you, as I am always
interested in the thoughts and feelings of my peers (and my
elders, for that matter).  Plus, as I have said, I am merely
discontinuing The Travesty in its present state.  I will probably
send it out every now and then in any number of forms, if I feel
like it.  I still like the idea.  I still think there is promise in it.

            The website will remain, though it won't be updated on a regular basis.

In the meantime, my friend Tucker Lieberman, who frequently contributes
to The Travesty, occasionally self-publishes his work in a journal called
"3." ("three-point").  3. began its life handwritten, hand-decorated, and quite
charming.  It necessarily evolved into the typed medium, mostly to alleviate
hand-cramps.  Now it has leapt onto the internet.  You can find the latest
issue of 3. here.  Tucker would like you to know this, as would I.

    Please stay tuned, and keep in touch.
            bc phillips, editor
Only in silence the word,
only in dark the light,
only in dying life:
bright the hawk's flight
on the empty sky.
--Ursula K. LeGuin