Yes, it is in the last month in O-Ten that we three fools feel would be the best time release our tiny, small, insignificant, motherless child into the world. The first issue of Operator Press is a meek offering of words placed eloquently in a way that is not entirely gut-wrenching but still disconcerting. It is an issue of frustration, unhappiness, pious jubilee. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed whistling this morning (which was genuinely, too much).
