Monday, October 19, 2020
Saturday, October 17, 2020
Friday, October 16, 2020
Wednesday, October 14, 2020
Sent via Postcrossing to Henna168 who requested a Unesco Word Heritage Site postcard. So she got Independence Hall and a card that I think is actually older than UNESCO itself. But she also had a whole list of writing ideas including:
What is the most important things you did when you were 28 years old?
Sunday, October 11, 2020
I could sense she was waiting for me to move. She wasn't tapping her foot or clearing her throat.. but I saw in the corner of my eye that She rolled her head on her neck and gently inched her grocery cart toward me and casually "revving" the handle. I turned toward her and apologized. "Oh don't worry! Take your time!" She said contraindicatively. I finished tying off my bag of raisins from the bulk dry good section. She quickly took my spot and opened the raisin bin and started scooping as I fumbled with another produce bag. ''I get these for my birds... " She said as she took another ample scoop. "Oh?" I said while scooping some dried cherries. "Yeah. They love them!", "Are they outside birds or caged birds?" I asked. Hoping to ascertain if I was essentially eating the same meals as wild or domesticated animals. She explained, "Oh, I don't keep my birds in cages." "Ah." I replied. And we both finished our scooping in a mixed blend of amusement and confusion for entirely different reasons.
Sent via Postcrossing to werewegian. So in making this card I was reminded of an episode of the Simpsons.
I once took a road trip with a friend of mine to help him move. I asked my girlfriend at the time Amber to watch my finches. I had a large flight cage with about 10 birds. A few days into the trip I remember calling her from a gas station to see how things were. She said she and the finches were fine. Later I would get a frantic call from her telling me that a bunch of my finches had died. She was convinced something had gotten in the cage and killed them. confused and concerned, I asked her What could have done it? Was the cage open? 'No." Was there blood? Are the finches in parts or just dead in the cage? "No blood. Just finches and feathers all over." Is there food and water? There was a slight pause. "Yes, I gave them food and water?" I asked: Today? Did you give a cage full of dead finches food and water this morning? But instead what came out was: "When?" "Today," she reported. How about the last time before that? "I don't know." Needless to say. we did not work out and I never forgave her.
Sent via Postcrossing to Natalia0502. She wants Owls. Which I do not have. I ought to take a picture of my workspace to show people what a fucking mess my room is right now searching for cards that will fulfill people's wishes like this. The room is a fucking mess. Period. It is NOT her fault. I am messy and I have a lot of cards. So messy happens. But explicit requests for things do not help me stay organized. But she did say she would like animal birds and nature. So a picture of a peacock and a story about animal and human nature. True story.
People generally "tolerate" the coffee they serve at my work. It's Kobos brand which used a Portland brand but it got bought out by some company in Cali. I feel like it's easier to escape Starbucks on the west coast than it was on the east coast. I prefer light or medium roasts. At one time I had convinced myself I liked dark roasts. The same way I once convinced myself that IPA beers don't taste like cat piss. They do. I like regular drip coffee, or maybe a pour-over or americano. A little half and half or creamer. That's it. I spent a stupid amount of time broke in New Jersey Diners. So crappy / Burned coffee was common. And now that is my threshold. Is it watered down? Is it Starbucks? Is it burned? NO? Perfect! Do you have any creamer?
Sent via Postcrossing to YasmineBeiBei who wanted airline and transportation cards and said she liked coffee. I made another coffee ring on a card.
Monday, October 5, 2020
I am hoping this will help buoy my feelings of togetherness. Facebook was destroying my insides. People make me sad. I think its worse to wish to that I did not have a connection to people because of the dumb shit they write (myself included) than to actually feel and be isolated or alone.
So if you want a postcard. Comment here. I will get in contact with you and we can trade addresses or something.
Here is a first of many interludes...this is Postcrossing. A website that enables you to safely trade a limited number of postcards with people all over the world. It's a free service. But you should donate. You can donate money to them so they can run the site and put together programs for people. I am hoping that deactivating Facebook might direct me to be a little more creative. Maybe be a better person in general.
Oct 4, 2020
This was the first year that I can remember where I paid next to zero attention to hurricanes. My life has been altered several times by them Andrew (Miami Fl 1992) Katrina (NJ - 2005) Irene (NJ-2011), Sandy (NJ-2012). After Sandy, I was done with the East Coast. When I told my father I was going to move out west. "But what about the Big One ?" He warned. The belief that the Juan de Fuca plate or the Cascadia Subduction Zone will utterly annihilate Oregon. I dismissed the warnings "I'd rather deal with a hypothetical natural disaster than a definitive/actualized disaster uprooting my life every 4 years or destroying it every 10. I will be completely honest a pandemic, never factored in as a natural disaster. Couple with the Oregon wildfires and the rest of 2020 I feel I was missing a lot of calculations. The "Big One" seems awfully real now. Perhaps my idea of Big One " lacks vision. If wildfires and pandemics escaped my list of "what if's " along with months-long protests...Perhaps there are even more creative "Big Ones" that await.
"GREETINGS FROM ATLANTA”
It's 3 am. I awake to find my 2 1/2-year-old daughter had crawled up into arms at some point in the night. I turned over in bed to look again at the clock. I begin to perform the calculations "if I fall asleep by 'X' I will get 'Y' amount of sleep before work." 1 hr 45 mins max. Then I realize I have called out already. My daughter was exposed to Covid-19 at school by her teacher. 3 days ago the teacher and all students were ejected from the class for 14 days. Quarantined. No daycare, besides my wife and I. I am a nurse by trade, my wife also works in Healthcare. Who is to say I am any more or less exposed or positive than my daughter is right now? I become aware that I am holding my breath contemplating my daughter. I know this because the CPAP I am wearing, is violently trying to force air into my nostrils - a humidified pressurized high flow cloud of potentially aerosolized airborne-stable COVID -19. I am faced with a new calculation How long had my child been in my arms? How much of a viral load could she have received? I push her into the middle of the bed between my wife and I. I turn off the CPAP and sit on the edge of the bed. I will get up. Knowing the chance of sleep is gone. The symptoms of non-illness now rival those of an illness. -TM.
Sent to chanm. She wanted a "Greetings from Postcard..." and something typical of my country. I had the perfect card.
I am actually back on postcrossing. I finally deactivated my facebook account. Maybe at some point I can actually delete it. I will try and watch that Social Dilemma program everyone has been raving about. Maybe that will finally get me to delete the account rather than treating it like a credit card I can not get rid of because its the credit card I have the most credit history with. I am looking at you discovercard.com with your 20.99% self.
Saturday, September 19, 2020
So I had a whole card written on the back on the back of this. But. I don't think I want to transcribe it all. I think I might rework the writing differently. It essentially was the embodiment of this graph:
I finished John Scalzi's "Old Man's War" and "Murder by Other Means" back to back. I came to the realization how much I do not like Hugo award-winning sci-fi novel Writer John Scalzi compared to fiction novella writing John Scalzi. People keep comparing his writing to the Expanse Series by James SA Corey. It's not. "Redshirts" was "okay" and I did not care for "Old Mans War." John Scalzi takes mildly interesting / likable characters and attempts to humanize and impress these characters by killing (often violently) other more likable characters around them. The Dispatcher was a more palatable series. But it's just more John Scalzi except he is killing characters (very gray characters) in a world where people come back from the dead. I found John Scalzi's writing of what essentially amounts to descriptions of old people fucking for 2 chapters somewhat... excessive. So am I a prude? Or is he at fault for not making it more palatable for me? Am I vain for contemplating this element of his writing vs. the greater arcing of theme of the futility and senselessness of war, and the evil of man? Fuck writing. -T.M. www.Minormumbles.com
Sent to P.R. Ursa added the writing to the front of the postcard while I was distracted with editing this blog. I am pretty sure those are U's. She says it says the word "Daddy"
Since birth I've been rocking Ursa to sleep with a good night playlist. It starts with C. W. Stoneking's "The Zombie" then has a variety of tracks a few from "Over the Garden Wall", Pink Floyd, Streetlight Manifesto, among others. In my arms, Ursa grows restless and starts talking. I tell her I can't understand her with the pacifier in her mouth. She pulls it free and sits back in my arms "...stay with me just a little longer? " "What?" I ask. She starts humming, for a few moments smiling "It always seems like you are leaving when I need you here..." My 2 1/2 year old says to me as she leans in to touch my face warmly. "Won't you stay with me just a little longer it all..." her words melded into a mix of baby speak but I could clearly tell she was singing along with the music now. She almost had the la la la's down at the end. And it was true I did not want the feeling to end. - T.M. "Violent Femme"