Nick, of course I like Gary’s blog. As should be well-established, I like everything about Gary. But like all the blogs that make themselves manifest in well-developed linked paragraphs of galloping rhetoric, I resent it a little, too. Like how come he has the time and is such the expert?

Plus, all the time and energy he gives to researching exotic cultural artifacts he once put into writing to to me, way back when I was an exotic cultural artifact, too. First I was jealous of flarf, and now I’m jealous of the blog. Maybe that’s why I had to start my own.

Now ***you*** are all my Garys (makes queenly gesture of spreading hand out over a wide expanse).

Of course, I wouldn’t trade the quotidian coziness of our (I mean Gary’s and my — oh and that includes Dante and Nemo, too) sweet cohabitation for the frenzied & yearny days of epistolary distance, but I can’t help missing the intensity of that engagement

You can hardly blame me.

It was a troubador’s dream…