What began as a whim, a toe into the ocean of electronic discourse, a method for procrastination on a lonely, summer night, quickly transformed into much more. Although the origin of Oy, I Could Kvell began under less than auspicious occasions, it quickly became a means of artistic communication for a wry correspondent only known as "pseudonym". Part dietary guide, sometime travel journal, occasional political rant, and more often than not, a public diary concerning the life and observations of [pseudonym], Kvell sought to blend the wonders of the ancient Yiddish language with the dry wit of its 21st century author. It has become a must-read for its small, but cultish audience. Now approaching its fifth year, Oy, I Could Kvell is for the first time found in book form. As a dedicated reader, I look forward to the next five years, curious to see where [pseudonym] will direct her wit and (occasional) wrath. With love...
-MG
Friggin' awesome!
(my book is cooler than this book)
5 comments:
Awww, he's a nice boy.
that's one of the sweetest gifts ever.
almost as cool as lobstah
Nice! How many pages?
about 120, and it only took me 5 years.
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