Egg Cup




I have a bit of an obsession. Ok, many of them, but when it comes to china, Gustavsberg (by Stig Lindberg) is my jam: the Prunus and Bersa patterns. I can’t afford it, so mostly I just admire it online. In a stroke of pure masochism one day, I created eBay alerts that will notify me when new items appear… someday I’ll get lucky with some cheap* buy it now item, right? Ugh. Well, years of torture has resulted in a single Prunus dinner plate, and now this adorable egg cup.

I love patterns, I look for them everywhere. I love bold design and large blocks of color. I fell for the Bersa pattern first just because (follow the link above and check out how they look when they’re all stacked up!), but in the case of this Prunus pattern, I know where my love of it comes from: a book I had as a kid, Eric Carle’s A Very Hungry Caterpillar. Note the plums here. Sigh.

This isn’t really a salutation from a friend, I paid this person in Sweden to send me the egg cup. However, I find international stamps interesting, and I felt like sharing. Besides, if you don’t let the internet know you’re obsessing over Bersa and Prunus, none will ever randomly come in the mail. Ha. Juuuust kidding. Mostly.

*”Cheap” is entirely relative. This tiny egg cup cost me a small fortune: $15.49 for the cup, plus $16.00 shipping. Oof. Like I said, obsession.

The Most Beautiful Thing



Photo by @djlopro

When I went to Japan in 2010 I brought back one real souvenir for myself: a bladed gardening tool that I found to be beautiful. From that point on it lived on the magnetic knife rack in my kitchen where I could admire it, but I didn’t take it down very often. At some point last year L took it down and flipped it around in his hand so quickly and naturally that I couldn’t shake the memory of it. When I went back to Japan in November I intended to find another one to give him, but I was so busy with classes that I never pulled it off.

Another friend pulled this tool off the rack to inspect in March, and I shared the memory with him. Somehow he convinced me that I should follow my gut and send it as a gift. My favorite blade… two dudes I adore somehow tricked me out of it! I still miss it, to be honest, but it feels good to have given such a superb (ha) and unexpected gift.

I picked this postcard up at the Society for Preservation of Japanese Art Swords, a small but lovely sword museum in northwestern Tokyo. We found gorgeous examples of tsuba and koshirae there. Of course, they also had badass katana and tachi, some of which were dinged from use.

Ports of New York




Hugh came through with this awesome surprise recently. He was just hanging around supporting local businesses and thought I would appreciate some fine wines (said in Hugh or Marino voice). I’m no connoisseur of port, though I really do like it, so I can’t make a judgment here. I will say that I enjoyed the red while watching 30 Rock, and that this little bottle made me very sleepy indeed. I went to bed shortly afterward. Hugh is pretty into TV and sleeping, so I think it was a fitting way to enjoy this lovely gift. I plan on drinking the tawny over some Hulu as well. Thank you, Total P!

A note: In general this blog is about items sent through the US Postal Service, but I’m letting the occasional faster item creep in when I feel like it. I can’t get UPS/FedEx/DHS/Whatever at my regular address, but persistent friends will find that I easily give up the address to my package acceptance service. Ha.

Music is Like Smells




Here we have another package, sent by a dear old friend who was my roommate for a number of years in the 90’s. She seems to be implying that I prefer my asses bright white surrounded by a farmer’s tan – for the record, I do not.

Music *is* like smells. The cd on top immediately takes me back to the passenger seat of Daniella’s car, driving northwest on 36, cresting the hill and descending into Boulder. It always places me right there, the moment that we begin the descent. It’s a good memory. Handwriting is also like smells come to think of it, and Daniella’s handwriting is near the top of the list. Last time I saw her I saw I realized that I had missed her handwriting. I miss my Pop’s handwriting, too.

I realize that scanning the top of a three-dimensional stack of CDs (10 in all) and the accompanying ribbon is a little lazy, and that it results in a crappy scan, but I’m going with it for now. Sorry folks.

Can anyone tell me what the qr-like code on the postage is for? I’ve been seeing these on packages lately and I won’t redact them if I don’t need to. I was under the impression that a true qr code requires the 3 corner squares, so I don’t know what the hell these are or what to attempt to read them with. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

A Year in Japan








Package No. 1. This was a shitload of scanning, but was thoughtfully packaged and worth it.

I haven’t made it very far in the book yet, and already I’m feeling the pangs of missing Japan. Once upon a time, I was in the habit of making lists that I generally entitled, “Things She Digs / Things She Hates On.” There’s not much to hate about receiving a package in the mail, nor is there much to hate about Kyoto (other than that my stay was so brief!), so I’m only going for half here…

Things She Digs (Japan)

  • the illustration in this book
  • the font/handwriting in this book (not the easiest on the eyes, but it works)
  • japanese textiles
  • attention to detail
  • all things matcha
  • indigo
  • traditional japanese architecture
  • beautifully arranged food
  • all things seasonal
  • no shoes indoors
  • the artwork
  • the food
  • the tea
  • the food
  • the food
  • tatami floors
  • futons and thick blankets

Gah! I want to spend a year in Japan so badly.

I didn’t scan the back of the card, but it is from Creativity Explored on Sixteenth St. in San Francisco (haven’t ever been there Addy!), and the image is of “Alcatraz” by Thanh Diep (mixed media on matboard, 2006). The card says that they’re “a non-profit visual arts center where artists with developmental disabilities create, exhibit, and sell art.”