The Zong

It’s fun to write stuff, but it’s even more fun when someone other than myself or my mother (hi Mom, I’ll try and call you later) reads it. I thank you who are reading in the Zong’s early going (there are at least five of you now), but mostly I need to give some shouts out.

To the right of these words, I have some links to stuff that you should click on, and I’m adding some more today. My friends and I are gonna start playing Fantasy Congress, an idea that seems a great compliment to the thrust of this writer’s meanderings. My talented friend and co-conspirator against doing anything in moderation, illustrator-cum-novelist Joe Alterio, directed me to this page. It’s hot. I’ll let you know when the league, er, house is set up. Let me know if you want in.

Anyhow, check out Joe’s blog Good Work and his hopefully not-too-prescient web comic about working-class robots, The Basic Virus. It’s even cooler than the title sounds.

Also, props to an old friend Kevin Obsatz, a subtle quasi-cellulose-mad-scientist who I can’t wait to actually talk to soon and who is running a truly sublime aesthetic over at Video Haiku. This world is full of art and bullshit, but Kevin’s got the lock on real life.

- M.G.