Zoobooks Justin Balog (bio) Zoobooks Now your child can visit steamy jungles, grassy plains,and the dark depths of the oceans. To meet and learnsurprising facts about the magnificent animals thatlive there! —Zoobooks Commercial Today, I've been lying 40 minutes in the grass with a book, at the quad,in between paths both running together and nowhere, purposefully expeditious, of the University I just graduated from and a man approaches me sayinghis students really are something, they make candles, Super Business Girl, have you heard of her? I buy a candle named Karma scented with frankincense and vanilla.The man tells me his name is Del Rio. [End Page 23] On selling, motivational speaker Victor Antonio makes the observationthat the fear of loss is less powerful than the desire for gain. Isn't it awful? The world we live in? every generation seems to claim.Shocking, I'm sure at the time, to see a young Margaret Hamilton disappearing in color from water and pure intention. To be honest, my first shock came from exploring the facts and pictures of Zoobooks. As advertised, every month,the scientific, natural world delivered its colorful pages. The science I never understood, but the pictures and facts were something I loved. Who knew a Polar Bear,on hind legs, could look an elephant in the eye! For the last month, I've been trying to love a girl who has, just yesterday, given up on me. Apparently, loneliness is as bad for your health as smoking cigarettes! I find this hard to believebut I'm also a hypochondriac. The French Angelfish stays with its partner for life although I'm sure it has no concept of love. She says I think I've run out of capacity.Heat capacity is the amount of energy required to heat a substance by 1 degree. Electricalcapacity, the ratio of change in electric charge to potential. [End Page 24] Partially because of my love for Zoobooks, partially because of my love of insects and my lost passions of medical school,I studied biology at the other university I graduated from where I knew there was nothing more beautifulthan $2 empanadas and Lake Mendota.I would study on that quad, where people walked their dogs down to the lake,barking after ducks near the boat landings. This is where I took one of my favorite pictures,two strangers sitting down by the dock, the sunset and the spaces between their silhouette.I captioned the picture let us never forget what love looks like shocking, though, at the time, I hadn't loved anyone in 4 years. I could say this was a reminder to myself, a reviewed and substantiated fact, where the instinct of want equals a scatter-plot of ducks,where momentary visitation equals my feet in water, the lake's gentle, cyclical resistance, but that would be disingenuous.I was lonely and thought it was a pretty picture. Who knew ducks could sleep with one eye open? [End Page 25] Today, I've learned capacity-capacityis the amount of time someone gives you until their energy runs out.In 12 hours, the average person generates as much energy as it takes to turn on a lightbulb. For my health, I'm going to start smoking a pack a day. By primal instinctwe sell. [End Page 26] Justin Balog Justin Balog is a writer and arts administrator from Beach Park, Ill. He holds a BS in biology from the University of Wisconsin–Madison. A recent graduate of the University of Michigan's Helen Zell Writers' Program with his MFA in poetry, he has received fellowships from the Vermont Studio Center and the University of Michigan. He currently serves as an assistant editor at Michigan Quarterly Review. This is his first publication. Copyright © 2020 Emerson College