Hello Blog Friends,
No, Open Trench did not die. What happened, as if I haven’t
already inundated you enough with the fact, is this:
It took five weeks, every bit of my middle aged muscle, the
last bits of coin I had in my wallet and most of my nerves. But it took. And it
is booking like hotcakes at a 1940s autumn fair. So though I could complain,
instead I am going to say, “Tell your friends and neighbors and production
companies.”
The blog continues. I am back online.
What was interesting is for most of July and August I did
not read any news. Now that I have picked up the paper again, what the fuck has
changed? Nothing. A few dead people that used to make some people laugh. The
Islamic movement got an acronym. The Russians got more aggressive. Shit. Humans. Are they really worth writing
about?
I look forward to a bland news season. I imagine myself, two
hundred years after my death, saying, “Finally, the Middle East has become Paramus , just like everywhere else, and people are too
busy shopping to give a shit about their differences.”
Chant for Pan-Paramus.
And for rain in California .
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