A few days back, while I was busy smiling broadly about publishing my opus on home winemaking, the following email exchange occurred over the course of a couple hours between me and two old high school friends.
Mike, who lives in Toronto, sent out the first note in the series to me, to our mutual friend Gordon in Vancouver, and about 50 other people. I replied to him and Gordon, and from then on, it's just the three of us commenting on the meaning of books and many other things in the modern digital world.
Mike: If you are interested, here is a link to Book Thug interview about my new book, Cosmographia--a post-Lucretian faux micro-epic:
Tim (to Mike and Gordon): And if either of you needs to pick up a useful skill, check out my recent publication, Home Winemaking for Dummies --
Mike: Congratulations, Tim--that's fabulous--and much more useful than a post-Lucretian faux micro-epic
Tim: Maybe -- while I have read through the other dozen or so home winemaking books in print, I'll confess my familiarity with post-Lucretian faux micro-epics is rather limited . . .
Gordon: Congratulations to the both of you. . . . I caught a fish! Lovely coho salmon. See pic.
Mike: Teach a man to make wine, he won't give a shit . . .
Gordon: Teach a man to email and he won't have time to fish or make wine.
As the year winds down, and thoughts naturally turn to what it all means and where all of it is headed, this pretty much nails it for me, one of the many things old friends are for.