12th
I wrote something long that was graciously (indulgently?) published by my editors at BWDR a week or two ago. Here’s the most pertinent information, supplied by A.J.:
Also, yes, Comcast does have a monopoly because there is no competition and this lack of competition is actually a violation of trusts/monopoly laws. But it cannot be proven! This has stalled almost all litigation in that regard.
Shades of What We Talk About When We Talk About Love. In a later email, A.J. described me thus: “[I] felt like Evan was being slightly less honorable than Bryson’s are supposed to act. It struck the wrong chord with me. It seemed too soon.” On his business cards, A.J. needs to flash a little “PKA Jiminy Cricket,” small font. A great deal of the essay was written, in fact, by A.J. and Jeremy. It annoys them no end to be duped into contributing, which Jeremy must feel particularly stingingly, as I’ve not been in contact with him (save for a Facebook birthday notice) in a month or two although the channel between A.J. and himself seems free and clear. Is this because I haven’t sent you a book-box yet? But why should I? You have a Kindle! And I still have student loan debt!
Where did I get the title? I named it after a passage in The Crying of Lot 49. Other things happen in the essay—there happens, for instance, a brief glimpse into how one should black out during a party (try Goldschläger). What else? My exchange with n+1 magazine. I include the requisite notation of bowel movements. M83 gets his praise in the second paragraph or so.
What am I doing right now? I am fully clothed—plaid—jeans—picking nail polish off my thumb and wondering if I should make an egg burrito to snack on.
