The Brink of Death has disappeared

I'm not sure what that means, but it's gone.

Oh well.

The Ring of Death

It's not a great picture.  We wanted to clean up a bit and show you what's really here, but we've been slacking too much to make you wait any longer for an image.  This is all we have so far.
The ring symbol appears a few places around the Brink (again I will have to promise to get back to you with that evidence).  In this image you can see a ring of bricks.  We've tried to clear the area (mostly the tops of the bricks) to make the ring more noticeable.  When we found it, the ring could not be seen unless you knew exactly what you were looking for.  We only discovered it by literally stepping on it as we were walking through.

It is made of common bricks, flush with the ground, and shows signs (decay and overgrowth) of having been here for years.  It's not a regular circle and the ring varies in width from 2 bricks to 5 bricks.    From what we've uncovered so far we believe this to be the central location (if there is one) for the Brink of Death.

If you want more proof please come out and visit.  I assure you it's a fantastic place.  Otherwise, try to be patient.

SIGHTED

Today at two I saw two true tumbleweeds tumbling down the street.

We love hearing from you but...

Unfortunately the Post Office does not officially recognize The Brink of Death.  As far as they are concerned (and believe me they aren't) it is not a place, has no location, recipient, or mailbox.  We are working on these issues and would like to put The Brink on their map so to speak, but currently all hand-mailed correspondence to The Brink of Death will be lost, destroyed, or returned (if you are lucky).  We will notify you as progress is made on this front.  For now, please send your thoughts and questions via email to atthebrinkofdeath@gmail.com.

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...

...and a beautiful day at the Brink of Death. The snow is melting, the sky is blindingly gorgeous, the ground smells raw and new. It feels like it might be time for a springy Mr. Rogers singalong at the Brink. Everybody ready?



It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

It's a neighborly day in this beautywood,
A neighborly day for a beauty,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you,
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

So let's make the most of this beautiful day,
Since we're together, we might as well say,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?

Won't you please,
Won't you please,
Please won't you be my neighbor?


-Shannon

Coming Soon

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Dear Internet,

By this point, a full two weeks since the unbelievable discovery, we intended to have more news about how this whole thing came to be.  There is in fact a lot to tell, but we hadn't (prior to the discovery) expected to ever have a reason to tell it.  We never expected to find The Brink.  Now that we have, we need to go back to our sources, pull together our findings, and put it together as a story that you can follow.  We're working to bring you information like how we found it, what we know about it, where it came from and why it's sometimes really smelly.  These are not easy questions, and the forthcoming story will answer many of them, but it will require a small investment of time on our part to put the pieces together.  As we collect our data and thoughts, we'll post in bits and chunks right here.  Stay tuned.  It will be worth the wait.

-Kyle

Brink of Death Watch

As of 7:59 a.m., Tuesday, the 9th of February 2010, viewed from the Pink Line elevated train: all is calm and snow-covered at the Brink of Death. 26 degrees Fahrenheit, snow continues to fall.

-Shannon

A few questions and answers

Q. If the Brink of Death is located at 14th Place and Wood, where is death? Next door, or on the next block, or what?
A. Life, and in particular English geographical nomenclature, is teeming with the patently illogical. Thus, the fact that the Brink of Death can be found on a map in no way ensures that death can be likewise plotted. Death is not a place. Death Valley, on the other hand, is a place, but unsurprisingly is quite far from the Brink of Death.

Q. So death isn't a place?
A. Of course death isn't a place.

Q. I saw Brinks of Death in the yellow pages. Is that your ad?
A. No. Brinks of Death is a fine company that provides funeral homes and gravediggers' unions with secure transport of their profits, payroll, and petty cash. The Brink of Death is not.

-Shannon

Brink of Death discovered!

Many people claim (or others claim for them) to have been to the Brink of Death.  We've never paid much attention to the idea until lately.  Friday night to be exact.  Because that's the night we found it.  We meant to announce it immediately but got distracted, and then other things came up.  It was a busy weekend.  You know how it is.  Anyhow, we're telling you now.

The Brink of Death is no longer just for hypothermia victims, Swine Flu contractors, Heart Attack Man, Elizabeth Taylor, and soap opera characters.  It's a place.  You can go there.  It's near 14th Place & Wood in Chicago.  The Brink of Death is real.

We're still a little overwhelmed.  More details will follow shortly. 

-Kyle