
Keel-hauled:
Publisher's Notes
by Belden Sprigg
After who knows how many money-trips to Silicon Valley/Alley, we
finally launch Magellan's Log. With a staff scrounged from video game parlors
from Bangkok to Shanghai to Ulan Bator (if you think the names in the masthead are
strange, you ought to see things these people drink--ever heard of Monkey's Paw tea? Or
Three-day Old Drained Silage coffee?), plus an occasional representative from such venues
as St. John's/Santa Fe and Antioch/Baltimore, we've put together a first issue which even
a rebarbative s.o.b. like myself can appreciate.
Stuck-up media critics--especially those from East Coast
print publications--are always complaining about the shallowness of internet writing.
Fathoms deep, this first issue of Magellan's Log speaks, we feel, strongly
against such prejudice.
From the very, very serious (check out Maruice Fitznuggly's
"Lost Generation Gap" and Ceci Lumley's "Don't Tread on Me!") to the
humorous (Lulu Dilworth dreads what's coming after the big Jan. 1 in "A Note to the
Teacher"), to an appreciation of an overlooked great American highway ("Highway
with No Nunber"), we've got the usual bases covered.
Where else, on or off the net, you gonna find old Chinese
poems from people who claimed they talked to trees to a whacked-out Ph.D. who claims to be
America's only traffic shrink to a whole book of epigrams for the end of
millennia.
Vanity Fair it ain't.
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