Thursday, April 26, 2007















Julie's beautiful photographs make me happy. They are of an alternate memory I have. Check out the whole lot.
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Jack Boettcher said...

Zach,

On my way to the park today I stopped at the mail place and your book had come in so I took it to the park and read the whole thing, since it was a beautiful day. I love the map employee poem. The strange thing was that right after I finished, a small fistfight began in the park between two grown men. As it was a beautiful day, there were a lot of people sitting on this one big field, just sort of watching the fight, which would alternate in intensity from really intense to a sort of apathy or questioning of whether they, as foes, should continue this public display, while another man intervened to break it apart. I was pretty far from the fight itself, I was sitting at the edge of the manicured green. It ended shortly after and the whole thing was pretty uneventful as the bitter parties moved in opposite directions, the citizens shifted their conversations back to pre-fight status, the frisbees started floating through the air again. Almost like nothing had happened, or if it had it was very ordinary. I felt that this real-time event melded seamlessly with the preceding experience of reading your entire book. Which I really liked, by the way.

JB

9:07 AM

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