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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

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.

Noticed in Horror


Here we have a creepy bit of artwork by the illustrious Kristen Ferrell. I’m rather obsessed with “We were never meant to be in boxes or behind counters; Part 1,” the top right painting shown here. I inquired about buying it back in the mid 2000s, but she had already sold it. I don’t even like pink! Her content is at times (ok, almost always) quite bizarre, but she manages to make her subjects at once adorable and scary. I love it. Anyway, check out her stuff if you’re into out of the ordinary art. She often has cool items in the shop (I had a dream about the recipe cards the other night).

This postcard acutely demonstrates my scanner issue wherein it cuts off the bottom of the reverse of most postcards. I tried adding dots in the corners of a more recent one and it worked, but we have a number to get through before that good sense kicked in, and whether I will remember to do that going forward is questionable.

If you haven’t checked out Letters of Note or Lists of Note I can’t recommend them enough. I feel compelled to forward nearly every LoN letter that comes to my inbox, but the people I want to share them with already read the blog, so I just have to remain in my own OMG this is amazing moment.

All Business is Chaos


I love the “NOW: DINOSAURS” part, particularly the triceratops drummer. If I could draw anything that was worth y’all focusing your eyes on I would do that all the time, but alas, it isn’t in the cards. I did not mean that as a pun, in fact it’s paining me right now to not delete it. Ugh.

New paragraph. This discussion of rationality is interesting to me, since I’m coming to realize (read: people have been attempting to beat this into me for years and I’m just now getting it) that logic and reason are vices for me. I try to apply logic to matters of love and my BFF yells at me. I try to apply logic to martial arts and in trying to “figure it out” I lose the feeling of it. Last year I was taught a particularly painful lesson about “listening to your gut” rather than trying to “logic your way through it.” Is this appropriate for every situation? Probably not. If you need me I’ll be caught in reasoning purgatory, trying to logic my way through whether or not a situation is gut-appropriate or logic-appropriate.

I wonder if I would do better in business? Sadly, there’s nothing interesting about business to me. When I hear the term “MBA” I cringe; I can’t think of a degree that would be more miserable to attain. I wish I cared about that stuff, I wouldn’t be in such debt. Sigh. At least logic & reason are helpful in the programming department.

Testing the Waters





Wow, this was a lot of scanning. I’m not sure that any qualifying letters in the future will be as fully scanned.  The envelope was interesting, as were the image details that appeared on the back of this rather unfortunate card, so I just went for it. I’m not sure of the best order to present these in, but it’s all here.

A note on the policy… there isn’t one really, though part of the reason I feel ok with publishing sent and received postcards is that postcards are semi-public in nature. Sure, mail is supposed to be private, but a postcard is simply not. A mail carrier could read it (though I’m guessing they aren’t interested), as could neighbors in a front of the building mail slot situation. Nobody writes their secrets on a postcard… do they? I would typically consider a letter or card to be private, so I haven’t been posting these, but since Jam is obviously fine with this being posted it’s fair game. I think the policy will be one of asking permission, and also it is likely to be somewhat related to my spare time and level of laziness.

I don’t know if I’m ready to type out the contents of each correspondence, mostly because I don’t know if I want this stuff being quite that searchable, but Jam has succeeded in making me feel guilty about not doing so. This time at least, I will acquiesce.

1/16/12
Dear Rena,
Not sure what the policy on non-postcard correspondence is, so I thought I’d test the waters with this card. I picked it up at Boomerang in J.P., which is my favorite place in Boston to buy bags full of ultra-cheap cast-off cards & postcards. I wanted to send you some postal resources. Since you’re blogging, I thought you might want to check out http://www.lettersofnote.com, created by Shaun Usher. Shaun posts often topical and amazing letters, and he’s working on a book with some of the best entries. I like the idea sending URLs via post – it is both charming & perverted, like me. Shaun also has a sister site at http://www.letterheady.com that just displays blank letterhead. Design nerds will love it. One thing he does on Letters of Note, that I might suggest for you, is to transcribe the letters in text below the image. This would make the content of your correspondence searchable, and also your deaf blind fans could then use text readers. I guess your deaf fans can just read it. I’d also suggest checking out postcrossing.com – a website whereby you send an international rando a postcard, then you get a postcard from a different rando. You might be too busy to get into random mailing, but your readership might enjoy it. For buying cards, I like a lot of the boxed sets at Chronicle Books – you can get some amazing, unique cards from different artists. If you’re a postcard freak like me, you can order a random assortment of cards from Pomegranate – 200 cards for $24.95. You can’t beat that, and they have some great images. I’m also a big fan of Boston-specific kittiwakecards.com. The owner licenses images from Boston photographers, and he also does some nice things for collectors, like including the print edition on all cards. Finally, you can always go print some of your own USPS postage at Zazzle – this might be the time to print up some Rena stamps.

I think that’s all I’ve got. It is well after 1am, and I need to get myself under some warm blankets. Good night, sleep tight.

❤ Jam

P.S. Just read Nick’s Fenway card. Your blog may be the easiest way for he & I to keep track of each other.