Thursday, June 11, 2009

Learning to See in the Dark

There exists in Santa Barbara a certain man who, along with a handful of associates, sends periodic email blasts to a scattered collection of journalists, politicos, and other muckedy-mucks throughout the city. These emails are always addressed to someone — and, really, I wonder sometimes if the addressed or responding parties are actually extant people and not simply voices in his head or fictional characters created for the elaborate email-based performance art that is his life’s work — but they also get sent to about two hundred people who appear to be not involved in the subject at hand in any way whatsoever. I am one of these fortunate people and I, as a result of a curiosity for all things bizarre and sad, have not blocked any of the involved email addresses.

I couldn’t tell you what’s going on, as far as story arcs are concerned. I actually only read through one out of every three or four, so the process of summing up would be about as hard as explaining a late-in-series episode of Twin Peaks which you only watched half of and, also, was in Finnish. But the beauty of these emails, much as with Twin Peaks, is that a person can still manage to find a base level of entertainment even when he or she might be utterly confused about the context of a given bizarre statement, audacious claim or screwball, homeless-guy-on-street-corner assertion.

For example, the following image represents the conclusion of the most recent letter. These four lines constitute the best ending to not only any letter I have ever read but also any letter that has ever been written in the history of epistolary communication.

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I’ve blocked out his name, though I’m not sure why, as he clearly has no objections to putting himself under public scrutiny.

2 comments:

  1. I liked this post very much. That is all. Have a nice day.

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  2. I wish that I received mail from crazy people, it would make reading my inbox so much more exciting.

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