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Recent server problems have impacted access to the Journal.  The fault appears to lie with our service provider--perhaps a consequence of uncontrolled growth-- and after corrective actions our ordeal seems to be somewhat in abeyance.  Much more of this and we'll be seeking sweeter climes. We sincerely apologize for your inconvenience as you explore here the origins of creative expression before it turns up second-hand in the writings of the sundry hacks & desperados who choke this planet. --ed.

Lads, Sirs, Madames & Maids:
Considering the Gosse article [Issue 10]:
“If prochronic and diachronic phenomena are indistinguishable, you and I and the universe could have sprung into being a few seconds ago, complete with built-in past memories, histories, etc.  It is the kind of elastic solipsistic mind-maze Borges (and Philip K. Dick!) delighted in exploring…”

It is conceivable that the universe has a refresh rate analagous to that of the image on a TV screen.  In the case of the universe, the refresh rate might be infinite/continuous or differential per component.  The entirety or parts thereof could “spring into being” instant by instant.  (But is this concept simply another way to characterize the apparent passage of time?  Well…not necessarily.)  The real question becomes, does each instant bring a de novo “springing” from nothingness, or instead an extension or continuation?  We are stuck with some brutal practical assumptions as our best.  If there are bones in the earth, there was a real time during which they physically arrived there, as now there is a continuing real time during which they are observed and removed.  Gosse may indulge his trick as a matter of preference, but not as a matter of experiential logic or even religious necessity.  As such, his extremist brand of creationism is properly relegated to cobwebs.   – Cognitor

Journal of Provincial Thought,
I celebrate the spiteful alacrity with which Edmund Gosse dispatched the memory of his phreakish phather P.H.  Yet even as I hoist this frosty mug to Gosse the Younger, it will be seen that ALL religion, not only that of an anal-obsessive like Daddy Gosse, leads immediately into absurd conflicts with the realities of experience and reason.   –Tru2U

Dear Tru-2-023456789 (“no 1”),
No it doesn’t.  – Angie, at the letters desk

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Dear All,
Mr.Testor's flight back through the modeling years [Issue 10] recalled my fascination with the Creepy Crawlers plastigoop critter-molding set that other kids (but not I) got.  They'd bring their creations to school and appear to be having such enormous fun plipping them about I thought I’d die unless I soon possessed my own plastigoop factory.  In the days leading up to one Christmas, during which thinly-wrapped presents accumulated under the tree, I seemed destined to receive one of those coveted sets.  On the Big Day, when I tore off the Santa-wrapping, what had looked like creepy-crawly lizards and dinosaurs showing through were superfluous deco-splotches on a little electric choo-choo train set.  The chooch was swell to be sure, but I would always carry an ache for the dream-machine I never had.  Oh, and I never cared for the hard-plastic-&-glue models that Mr.Testor built.  What miserable messes they were for me. --Coldcatcher

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Dear jpt,
So frightening was Cannibale's Infestation [Issue 10] that I emailed it to my lousy divorce attorney hoping it would induce a heart attack.  Terrors of this order are dangerous and you should get in trouble.  But I’ll read it anytime you publish it, because I can handle it.  –Jestater

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 Hey.
In the saying, “What goes up must come down,” what goes up?  --Riddler

…must come down  --jpt chief physicist.

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CHRISTMAS LETTER

Dear jpt,
This is for a new department that you should call “I bet this has happened.” 
I bet this has happened:  Late musician Carlos Santana and other people named Santana have given out presents and said, “I’m Santana Claus.”    --E.B.

Dear Easter Bununny,
Think Carlos is still on time-- not late after all.  We like the idea for I Bet This Has Happened. 
I bet this has happened:  A shady  inventor tries to woo investors to a dubious project, is roundly panned, persists with preliminary hocus-pocus, and has a miraculous breakthrough.  The invention is even more important than as pitched.  Bet it has. –ed.

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How do you guys stay in business?  I don’t see any ads for things I’d want to buy.  – NH

Dear NelliHoocus,
Our parent organizations drag home the bacon grease.  We ones here ed-you-kate as we make this world our own.  –ed.

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MERRY MUSEUMS OF MARVELS & KURIOUS KABINETTS OF WUNDERS   [Issue 10]  tapped such passion throughout the JPT community that the brass are now considering a link for it amid the Reception Cavaedium (main homepage) departmental portals, affording open-ended potential for further development.  The odd places of the world, after all, are the interesting ones.  And you can find them here if you crawl all the crannies.

We gone.