he Unknown were getting ready to read at Bucks. The air was thick with testosterone and capital. The Unknown had two twenty-dollar martinis apiece. The venture capitalists were there in force. They knew it would probably be the last Unknown reading of the Millennium in the greater Peninsula area, and they knew that given their reputation, the Unknown would likely be asking them for cash. Frank was there and Dirk was in cult withdrawal. Frank was pissed that the market for dog-grooming articles had dried up, and felt that the capitalists were to blame. William was disappointed that there werent many women there, given the egalitarian pretense of the gathering. Scott was trolling for funding for the literature of the next millennium. The whale-watching had been good that morning. The Unknown approached the podium, a tasty Napa merlot in four cups, then, thus fortified, the Unknown began their presentation.
S: Hi guys,
Were, uh, the Unknown and were worried about literature.
D: Thats right, were worried about its future,
and what slim tidings from it you, who profit from technology, may have in future
W: When you are dead.
S: Dead and gone.
W: Or herstory.
S: As the case may be. Were worried because, you know, if all you
make is cash, you
dont make shit *cough* sorry, you dont
necessarily capitalize in the way that you could, in the best of all possible
D: Oh, Candide again, Rettberg?
S: *cough* Sorry. Think about yer grandkids *cough* Sorry. Think about
W: The problem is with the possibilities that are being explored, and the
distribution of capital towards said possibilities.
S: *cough* Sorry. Right, what were trying to say is, ah
D: This place is shit for groupies.
F: Do I get to talk nowexcuse me, you are on my turf, arent you?
S: Wed really like you to get some writers, you know, ah, working, on this,
ah, Internet thing.
F: Fuck you. Like these people know anything about dogs in California.
F: No, no. Theyve got dogs, but they dont know how theyre groomed. They
dont have any-clue-at-all-about-that.
S: Now Frank
D: May I interrupt?
W: I dont know.
S: Right. So with no further ado, as a prelim to asking you for large
amounts of cash, which, come on now, were all nervous about our options and
shit, but, come on now, think about Venice, right, hey? OK, dis is de
Unknown. And we want to thank Dave Winer
D: Dave who?
W: Are you talking about Bernstein? Man,
S: No. No no no no. No no no no no no no.
W: I thought we were here to do a reading.
D: From the gospels.
W: Goddammit, you guys get so absorbed in every little
F: This is my first time.
W: This has nothing to do with sex.
F: No, reading.
D: Is it really?
W: In public?
S: The Unknown