Thursday, April 28, 2016

Postcard #95: Cold #6



Postcard #95: Cold #6

Cold #6 US-3967985

COPYRIGHT © 1993 BY EDITIONS DE LA MARTINIERE.

PHOTOGRAPHER: HANS SILVESTER

FROM CATS IN THE SUN (CHRONICLE BOOKS, 1994)

Swimming now…though I could barely define what I was doing as that. My feet could not touch the river bed. My clothes were heavy, and offered a very convincing argument that I should try and see how deep the river actually was…The water was moving very fast. It was freezing and full of sharp edges. Edges of ice that would catch me all about the face and neck as I gasped for breath. Coughing now. The ice is breaking into pieces and my head collides with it. I couldn’t catch the icy shoreline and keep myself afloat. Through my clenched teeth I was bleeding sputtering diluted river water. Tired now. I was easier to swim while under water…while not being assaulted by the ice sheet. Drowning now…though when did I start? My legs were touching the floor of the river. Slippery rocks. More shallow than I thought. I did not have much farther to go…It was almost time to sleep.

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Cold Series:
Part 1
Part 2

Postcard #94: 6 things I say


Postcard #94: 6 things I say

Front:

STINK ANT OF THE CAMEROON

Back:

THE MUSEUM OF JURASSIC TECHNOLOGY

CULVER CITY, USA

STINK ANT OF THE CAMEROON

(Megaloponera foetens)

              In the rain forest of the Cameroon in West Central Africa lives a floor dwelling ant known as Megaloponera foetens, or more commonly, the stink ant. This large ant – one of the very few to produce a cry audible to the human ear – lives by foraging for food among the fallen leaves and undergrowth of the extraordinarily rich rain forest floor.

              On occasion one of these ants, while looking for food, is infected by inhaling a microscopic spore from a fungus of the genus Tomentella. After being inhaled, the spore seats in the ant’s tiny brain and begins to grow, causing changes in the ant’s pattern of behavior.       No. 154, L. 23 mm.

6 THINGS I OFTEN SAY:

THIS SPACE FOR WRITING

“Yes Doctor.” “You got it.” “Greetings and salutations.” “God bless America.” (Usually done ironically) “Seriously?” or “You’ve got to be kidding me.” -T.M.         US-3960974

THIS SIDE FOR ADDRESS

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Postcard #93: "God is Everywhere"


Postcard #93: "God is Everywhere"

Front:

VOICE OF THE AMERICAN GREY FOX

Back:

THE MUSEUM OF JURRASIC TECHNOLOGY

CULVER CITY, U.S.S.

VOICE OF THE AMERICAN GREY FOX

(Urocyon cinereoargenteus)

              The North American counterpart to the South American crab-eating fox (Cerdocyon thous). This fox is small, about 38 cm (plus tail), weighs about 3 ¼ pounds (1.5 kg), has strikingly beautiful coloration, and usually mates for life. The crab-eating fox belies its name by feeding primarily on insects and vegetable matter.                         No. 91, L. 170 mm.

“God is Everywhere”

THIS SPACE FOR WRITING

The ocean destroyed my house, well with the help of Hurricane Sandy, the phases of the moon, the high tide, our proximity to tidal flats, the height of our house, our lack of preparation to an event we could never prepare, the drift wood brought in on the storm surge that smashed holes in the house and turned our possessions into flotsam and shattered all our windows or the looters who broke in during the night and stole our copper pipes. God is everywhere.

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Postcard #92: Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk Book Review

ORIGINAL TEXT
To: Peterboro Town Library
Main St.
Peterborough, N.H. 03458
Postmark: Naples, Fl 33940 April 26, 1974 PM
Stamp: Eisenhower USA 8¢
Text: Apr. 23. Temp. 85 Sunny.
Hi Ladies - Beautiful weather. Doesn't this look like me on the beach? our friends have a house on a canal which is just lovely. We hope to visit Busch Gardens soon. I'm get-ting a nice rest, + I'll be read for work. There are plenty of photos everywhere. I've been feeding the seagull
s too.  Hope things are not TOO busy. Love Marsha

Postcard #92: Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk Book Review

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Along the Beautiful Sandy Beaches of Florida

So I read the book Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk by David Sedaris. I love Aesop’s fables. My favorite fable is the “Frog and the Scorpion.” So when I picked up this Sedaris book I thought they would be modern versions of fables with personified animals. I hated this book. Every word of it. What this book ended up being was a collection of vapid empty generally un-likable animals. They were personified so well that had he not given them physical animal traits I might have mistaken them for real humans. I read this book over the course of three weeks. It was like I was hate-fuc**ng this book, every night for 3 weeks reading a paragraph or so in a sitting because I loather it so much. – TM

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Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Postcard #91: Beach Day


Postcard #91: Beach Day

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THE Don Cesar BEACH RESORT

Built in 1928, the Don was used during World War II as a convalescent center for airmen. Public sentiment saved it from the wrecking ball and secured its preservation as an historic landmark. Reopened in 1973, the Don today is internationally reknown.

On a whim when I was younger, and when my parents were more spontaneous and happy they pulled me out of elementary school early mid-week to go to the beach. We stopped at Kentucky Fried Chicken and arrived at Bill Baggs State Park. The mosquitos were so bad we had to run from the car to the shore. When you’d breathe you would suck bugs up your nostrils or into the back of your throat. I had to eat my drumsticks and biscuits in the water. I still remember holding out my arms urging them to land to smash them into little red blemishes on my pale skinny arms.

Operated by Hospitality Management Corp., Dallas, Texas.

Photo by Kenneth Wright, St. Petersburg, FL

Dist. By Kenneth Wright, St. Petersburg, FL

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Sunday, April 3, 2016

Postcard #90: Fog - 3

Rolled a 3. Randomly chose the tree.  The person leaving the room. The flashlight (lamely).


Postcard #90: Fog – 3

US-3932910 The General Lewis Inn

Lewisburg, WV 24901

304-645-2600

A charming antique filled country inn that has welcomed the traveler with warm hospitality, personal service and gracious dining in an historic setting since 1929.

I pushed open the heavy door slowly only realizing halfway that my parents did not lock the door the night before. A dense fog sat on the lawn, the grass looked cold and moist. I wouldn’t need my flashlight after all so I left it on the porch. I crossed the lawn stepping off the paved walkway as soon as I was able. The grass was colder than it looked and colder than the air tasted. I paused and waited to see if I could hear the noise again. The noise waited to pierce the silence of the morning until I was totally silent, holding my breath from joining the fog. The sound came from a tree in the distance. I am positive, it was not my cat but…

Por Avion!

 

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 By the end of it I suppose I could have dropped the flashlight and picked up the listening to a sound, the magnifying glass (investigation).

The person wanted a postcard with fog.  I've had this one for a while.  I think ultimately they wanted something with water reflections.  But my postcard is already 5 DAYS OVERDUE.  I know I have a postcard with water refections in it. But I know it needed work and I would have to scan the old writing.  Transcribe it.  Then do my cover job to the old postcard...then write.  I CAN NOT DO THAT.  I'M LATE. I have errands.  My ass is killing me from my bike ride yesterday (I liken it to being hit in the ass with an aluminum baseball in a wide upper swinging motion making sure to hit me just below my buttcheeks).  Ain't nobody got time for that. So I am sorry wintersonne, Honestly.  Life is full of disappointment.  I will never make your wall of favorite postcards.
  

Postcard #89: Samira's First Postcard



So I went on a bike ride with the woman I am renting from,  Samira.  20 miles of biking.  I think that is a record for me.  In Gresham we reached a park that had a Japanese Garden.  I wanted to write a postcard but I was drawing a blank.  Maybe I was tired.  I offered Samira a postcard and she could sent it to one of the people I have been neglecting on Postcrossing.  So she wrote to Rahmah, some woman in Indonesia. Whose birthday coincidentally is today, April 3rd.     Samira was worried that what she wrote was boring.  I tend to disagree. She wrote about the magic of that Bernie Sanders rally we attended last week on the back of a postcard that shows people fearing a guillotine.  She spoke of chickens excitement, weather, and politics all on the same card.  I don't think I personally could have been any weirder. 



Postcard #89: Samira's First Postcard

US-3934538

Happy Belated Birthday! Your B-day is tomorrow but you’ll get this much later. We went to a Bernie Sanders Rally last Friday & a small bird landed on the podium. It was an unforgettable moment. After 5 months of rain we’re finally getting some sun. The chickens & I are excited! Have a great year!

Samara

Portland, OR

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