The fact is, I didn’t think we’d get here. Not because I doubted our capabilities, and not because I didn’t think we had support. Really, it was the impossible task of what we were proposing to do: make a printed magazine—one done right—in an age where that is an ever narrowing possibility. There’s something naive to this, but maybe that’s why I loved it, and why I am so thrilled today. A group of amazing people took a situation that was, let’s face it, pretty terrible, and made it something positive. And so many other people wanted to do something help out; to be a part of something that they could see beyond just the people and product. This is about the idea that anyone can do something as ridiculous as make a great magazine. This is about the the fact that when the rug is pulled out from under you, and your limbs go splaying out into the void, and you spill out onto the floor, that you can pick yourself up.
Clichés like this have power. And when they come true, they provide feelings that are bigger than failure. Pride. Hope. Challenge. Reward.
Thank you to everyone that donated, tweeted, tumbled, spread the word, gave us drinks, listened to us meltdown, and/or told us when we were goofing up at critical times. It was all worth it, though. TOMORROW is here.