Well, you finally made it (some of you). Now the impossible object can really party. Since you may be here because of Jean Stevens' story in the Herald this morning, a word on navigating the site. Like the poem Paterson, but even more so, the vlog you are reading invites open-ended readings and encounters. Throw out your sense of a stable Paterson, even if it is right below your feet. Before it was only me, now there are six of us, but even six people will have trouble figuring out exactly where they are at any one moment. Maybe it's a too-many-cooks-in-the-kitchen type of thing. Nevertheless, I invite your communiques and participation. I am especially interested in songs based on the poem (see entries at 9/16/2006 & 6/23/06) and poets who know the poem and the city equally well. But I'm not limiting this all to poetry: after all, you will probably get a sense of the limitations of literary alchemy on even the idea of New Jersey, let alone the substance of a small corner of it. If getting a good start is all you want to do right now, go to the video entry on 6/19/2006 and the sound clip on 8/11/06. But hey, since you are closer to the real thing than I am: raise the sashes and look upon the night. Word.