Woody Allen in reverse

three nights ago i was lying in bed, talking to my yin, elaborating on the importance of installing updates to her computer. mid-sentence i came to the startling realization that if you played a Woody Allen film in reverse, you would have us, the neurotic bespeckled Gentile blabbering about minutia while the beautiful Jew listens patiently, combing her fingers through her long blond hair, waiting for him to take off his glasses and shut off the light. but this is beside the point.

the point is that the chapbook is nearly finished, and Saylor is hard at work on the final illustration. Jache comes over tomorrow for one final edit, and i taped together a couple of gallery copies yesterday morning in the floor. this project has nearly come to fruition, and yesterday afternoon Saylor and i brainstormed through the timeframe for the volumes to follow. details to follow, as ever.