David Zimmerman's Blog - Posts Tagged "notes-in-bottles"
Release Reading
This is my first time releasing a book as a member of Goodreads. Sadly, it took me almost 45 minutes to get my official page set up. Now I'm having a quiet release party in my office. I'm dancing a nimble chair dance to Blondie's Greatest Hits and drinking luke warm Coke.
Blogs often seem to me like throwing out messages in a bottle. I had a student once who grew up on an isolated farm in western South Dakota. As a child, he wanted to communicate with the fishes living in the pond behind his barn. The boy could see them swishing darkly in the muddy water. So, because all good midwestern fish read English, he wrote them a series of letters, which he then placed in weighted bottles and sunk in the pond. The fish never responded, and this frustrated him, but he continued casting missives into the water for many years. One summer after he graduated from college, the pond had to be drained. Lying scattered in the brown muck were some fifty bottles. Even as an adult, he felt disappointed that the fish never bothered to read them.
I'm hoping to have more curious fish. If so, I'll keep throwing in bottles.
If you happen to be in Caroll, Iowa tomorrow, April 3, I'll be giving a reading at the local DMACC (Des Moines Area Community College) campus. You'll have to look up the actual location. Someone's giving me a ride.
Blogs often seem to me like throwing out messages in a bottle. I had a student once who grew up on an isolated farm in western South Dakota. As a child, he wanted to communicate with the fishes living in the pond behind his barn. The boy could see them swishing darkly in the muddy water. So, because all good midwestern fish read English, he wrote them a series of letters, which he then placed in weighted bottles and sunk in the pond. The fish never responded, and this frustrated him, but he continued casting missives into the water for many years. One summer after he graduated from college, the pond had to be drained. Lying scattered in the brown muck were some fifty bottles. Even as an adult, he felt disappointed that the fish never bothered to read them.
I'm hoping to have more curious fish. If so, I'll keep throwing in bottles.
If you happen to be in Caroll, Iowa tomorrow, April 3, I'll be giving a reading at the local DMACC (Des Moines Area Community College) campus. You'll have to look up the actual location. Someone's giving me a ride.
