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.
I’ve been a resident for 2.5 years now; if you plotted my comings and goings with a Family-circus style dotted line, there would be a few very dark solid lines representing me traversing the same paths over and over again. I’m trying to break out and make dotted lines all over the place. I want to see everything. Having a friend who actually likes to go places and do things within the city is kind of a game changer. Also a game changer: making friends with a giant turtle at the aquarium. Still smiling.
The list of stuff I have to carry with me every day has been growing: coffee thermos, training clothes, lunch or empty containers (5x/wk), postcards, pens, iPod, wallet, phone, work badge, small book to take notes in, lip shit, keys, gloves, hat, umbrella (depending), baked goods (when I make them) and various other items. I generally carry a large purse (sometimes an auxiliary bag), and it’s nearly always heavier than I’d like. Occasionally I freak out and leave some of the items at home to make room and/or lighten the load, but inevitably I end up needing one of the discarded items that same day (umbrella – sigh).
I was on the long subway ride home from training a couple of weeks ago, and there were a few things I felt compelled to write down. Sometimes I just don’t feel like typing notes into my phone, but on this day I had left my small notebook behind. The only paper I had was a stack of postcards. I hesitated; it seemed crazy. Ultimately I decided this was a good use for a postcard I didn’t like in the first place, better than sending something I don’t like to somebody I like.
Now that I’ve received it, I think this postcard is growing on me. I like the guy in the Devo hat at the top right. I like the idea that someday I may actually be able to draw/paint whatever I might envision, simply by thinking about it.
First postcard sent to self, from the Lower East Side to Brooklyn. I’ve included both the sent and received versions for those curious about postal wear.