I Miss Those Things

As it turns out, 3D postcards don’t translate so well from digital camera to internet. You will have to believe me that the whale was moving in real life.


In Search of the Greater Adjutant Stork

I’m not sure why I wrote “Greater Adjutant” on this card. Obviously I was in search of the Lesser Adjutant population. What an absurd mistake. Ha. I know full well that the Bronx Zoo only has Lesser Adjutants – I had researched it ahead of time. What I hadn’t researched is where they’re kept. As it turns out, birds of prey are kept in a different section of the zoo from the rest of the birds, so I didn’t get a chance to see them. Next time!

Jam likes me to make these machine readable so that the blind can enjoy them too; I really ought to do this with every card, but I keep forgetting until I correspond with him. Transcript follows.

June Eighteenth, Two Thousand Twelve
My Dear Jam,
I’m doing better at actually getting out and about in the city these days, exploring more than just the purveyors of spirits. In the past 3 weeks I’ve seen the aquarium, the Prospect Park Zoo, and the Bronx Zoo. I witnessed an enormous snow leopard performing aerial acrobatics as it chased its tail, birds that eat bees, an adorable napping red panda (2 others previously, actually), and a zookeeper who was visibly startled to discover that I was in search of the Greater Adjutant Stork. Ran out of time and never found said bird… plan to return soon. Free music in the park & a BK Cyclones game on deck… I bought the “FEAST-IVAL” ticket for all you can eat hot dogs and watermelon. Life is grand!! Miss you. xoxo Rena

As You Were to Your Papa

I’m digging in the vaults here, as I’ve been slacking on sending postcards for a few weeks. I’m now carrying my little case in my purse again, and I’m running out of old cards and postcards to post, so the blog accountability thing is about to kick in. Yay.

I realize as I reread and post this, she must have sent it in 1999, not 1998 as I had thought when I named the image files. I was working at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston both years, but the details in the card only check out for 1999. Really endearing correspondence, this, and nostalgic. Neither my Pop nor my Gram are with us now.

Happy almost Father’s day to all of you dads out there… and to those of you who still have your dads and grandmas, show them some love please.

Bad Taxidermy Museum

This one is from a couple of years ago, but it’s such a good example of a compelling postcard that I saved it. Somehow reading this gives me the feeling of looking out over this great country at all that is available and possible, with golden light across rolling hills of grain and shit. I don’t know why a rave in a bad taxidermy museum gives me that feeling… maybe it’s the bonfire and paddleboard parts. Anyway, behold Jam and his wonderful postcard. Insert sound of exalted grail floating in the sky with rays of light here.