#10 On eclipses
Eek, it looks like my letter is late this time around. My excuse is the birth of my first-born. I leave it to your judgement. My excuse that is, not
The work of Jamie Freestone and Mathew McGann
Eek, it looks like my letter is late this time around. My excuse is the birth of my first-born. I leave it to your judgement. My excuse that is, not
Good Christ McGann. Moon “shots”, shoving turds through keyholes, condescension towards your erstwhile colleagues — maybe we needed the tone lowered. Tits. You also said:
While your story might not illustrate anything, the worse outcome would have been for you to not have had a story at all. Whatever good could have come out of
Dear Mat, You’re right, the debating team I was in made no rigorous arguments and instead achieved some success with recourse to humour, shock-value and vulgarity. My own highpoint was
Dear Jamie, You’ve reminded me that you dabbled in high school debating. I remember something funny about that story. You undermined it or won by completely distracting the crowd or
Mat, You got me. I did have a draft letter composed a couple of days ago… anyway, missed the deadline. In the words of Alex, the Beethoven-loving rapist from Clockwork
Dear Jamie, We have been involved in many creative projects in the past. Each has required significant effort. This project less than any. I congratulate on your contribution so far. You’ve
Dear Jamie, I was embarrassed that you described it as a “perennial question”. It made me feel as though I’m out of this loop that all artists talk about all