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