This just in from Martin Petersen. “Mixtapes—I hope they never die,” he writes. Martin sent this allllll the way from Bremen, Germany. Last night at a Russian restaurant I met a Lithuanian waiter named German. He said it was a German name. I asked what it meant.
Him: It means “German.”
Me: But I don’t think that’s how you say “German” in German.
Him: They say “Herman.”
Huh? Zackly.
Send in a photo of your copy of the book with something that’s obsolete and we’ll send you a free obsolete hotel key chain! Woohee!


