tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24969107031278747052024-02-07T21:36:28.618-05:00I Got Your Postcard!Getting a postcard is special - a sweet unexpected surprise with intent. It’s the snail-mail version of a modern day’s tweet. That said, welcome to my postcard project – a space to give thanks and share with you what my friends and family have shared with me over the years. Also, a collection of ideas, images and a haphazard stream of consciousness that flows as a gratuitous source of personal entertainment. So send me your tales of adventures, conquests and epicurean delights worthy of post!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-55462285388555838672022-05-31T21:57:00.005-04:002022-05-31T21:57:29.077-04:00It's Been a Minute The best text messages, IMO, started and end with, "What's your address?" A few days later, this postcard from Dandrew - a combination of the fabulous Dan and Andrew in New York (via TouchNote.com). In this case, they're in Upstate New York. The bucolic scene is from the farm in the Catskills. I've yet to visit, but I need to get my ass up north! Get there!
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Napanoch, NY, USA41.7439824 -74.371542313.433748563821155 -109.5277923 70.054216236178846 -39.2152923tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-25240004892231525952020-08-07T11:19:00.003-04:002020-08-08T08:18:23.480-04:00Shaka Was Forever Ago I don't remember what life was like pre-COVID?
Was there even life before COVID? After a semi-satisfying
impeachment in December 2019, there were quite a few things that happened before it was all handwashing, mask-wearing, zooming, and social
distancing. Earlier this year in January:
4th annual Women’s March demonstrations were held in Washington, DC and around the
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-49610877419415731762020-07-29T21:07:00.006-04:002020-08-05T18:25:14.117-04:00Pandemic Post from Beijing As I see it, Enwei was the first person that sent me a postcard during the global pandemic. I'm sure there was one in February or so, but he sent this one when were know that shit had hit the fan. He sent this postcard on June 4, 2020, from Beijing. Enwei lives in Shanghai but was already traveling domestically. I recall seeing pics of his 10 person Easter Brunch because China Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-76798519430707234612020-07-26T06:14:00.007-04:002020-08-05T18:23:46.111-04:00Practically a Hydrologist, huh? 2020 has been a crazy year, to say the least. My last post was from Craig
L. in February of this year - before the coronavirus pandemic exploded in
America. The noticeable gap in blog posts represents roughly five months of not blogging of which are composed of the following:Six weeks of my
coming down with mild but very recognizable symptoms of contracting Covid-19; the
heartbreak over Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-86373872312100400072020-02-20T09:44:00.000-05:002020-02-21T11:19:50.405-05:00She's Somethin' Kinda Fierce!
This postcard is from my friend, Craig, from his annual professional pilgrimage to Benin. I still haven't figured out what he does. But his Instagram exploded when he posted about the voodoo parade and the march of the sex organs through town. Work-related? Who knows...
As for this postcard of "a liberated American woman of the 70s" - it is indeed fabulous! The fact that Craig sent it from Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-20032247296613518762020-02-12T10:40:00.000-05:002020-02-12T10:49:02.954-05:00Yo-se-mite at 40!
This stampless postcard from my roommate in Los Angeles, Erin. It would take me 18 years to get out to Yosemite from Washington, DC to celebrate my 40th birthday, but it was worth it. I was able to corral some of my oldest friends: Dove from high school; Ray from college; Bob from Los Angeles, Jon, whom I met in China but was living in New York at the time; and I rented a house from Scenic Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-43967957873683327682020-02-08T23:27:00.002-05:002020-02-08T23:27:52.329-05:00The Good Bummed Out
This is the cheekiest postcard I've ever received! Unfortunately, I don't know who sent it other than Deb. I have an idea and I'm pretty certain that it was from my time working in Hawaii. My friend, Katie Chin, was staring in her own cooking show for PBS. There were two "Debras" on set. One was a producer. When I asked her if this was her handwriting, she said, "No, too nice. LOL." The Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-79826232470404643482020-02-06T12:56:00.000-05:002020-02-06T12:56:09.664-05:00Janky, but It's On Me
Yung-yi is one of the most prolific postcard senders I know, and by that, she's also one of the most well-traveled persons I know. I think her husband is more obsessive with a country count with three figures. This one tells of their travels, and they always seem so fulfilling and relaxing - which is something she deserves given how much she works... Turkish baths, Finnish saunas, fancy shows,Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-64556809518957241142020-02-05T23:46:00.002-05:002020-02-05T23:47:00.544-05:00Tales of the New York City
Twenty-three years ago, I met a New York University Residential Life graduate assistant, and for all intents and purposes, Franklin was the first person I ever met from San Francisco. I think I was a sophomore at the time, and I was honored to hang out with him and his friends in the City. Hanging out with them as a sophomore meant that I was at the big boy's table - literally.
Summers in NewUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-12914126539697838702020-02-02T15:38:00.000-05:002020-02-03T09:54:40.920-05:00Buff Aussies Boys Don't Hurt
It's been a few years, so this might not be entirely accurate... but I met Prie while he was on a world tour - a hiatus from that professional hampster wheel in New York City. We're actually friends of friends as I hosted him when he was in Beijing for his worldwide adventure. Prie is one of those guys that's always smiling, living, and loving life. He was the consummate guest, always took hisUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-19264619773727681732020-02-01T13:33:00.001-05:002020-02-01T13:33:22.876-05:00Cheese Cubes in a Cone!
I love getting postcards with a die-cut, but they're a pain the ass to process. Gripe aside, this postcard from my dear friend, Brett in 2015. Hey, did you know this postcard was missent to Taipei? Those silly Italians!
Brett and I became friends in Beijing and hung out the year he was in China - something like 2011-2012.... must have been because I got my second dog, Norma-Jeane, the fall Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-69455134677457227102020-02-01T11:36:00.002-05:002020-02-01T11:43:59.357-05:00Long Lost BFF in Sri Lanka?
I love everything about this postcard... but I haven't a clue as to who sent it. Unfortunately, the signature is illegible - and to be honest, how often do we see the handwriting of others. Sure, we know the handwriting of co-workers, but would you be able to recognize the handwriting of your neighbor, pilates instructor, Millenial-league kickball coach, or progressive lunch leader, or Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-88198768822251937112020-01-31T12:46:00.000-05:002020-02-01T11:37:16.419-05:00Partners in Lime
This from my university friend, Scott. I think I was a year ahead of him and he had just graduated. And according to this postcard, he was starting work on Monday. Accounting? And to be in New Orleans the day before - that's the way to do it! It was also a time when getting a job was all we could think about after graduating with an undergraduate business degree - which I'm constantly Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-19344863812417657392020-01-28T13:51:00.001-05:002020-01-28T13:54:45.281-05:00Yes - One Way to Start the New Year
When I first saw this, I thought it was some overly designed Chinese New Year card. Instead, it's an overly designed Polish postcard. No complaints of course - just first impressions. Now, when I saw it was from Lilian, I felt it was a bit subdued - with good reason. There are no stickers, drawings, or crazy embellishments as I've come to expect. Her trip, a reunion of sorts with friends for Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-46821173512744160822020-01-25T00:07:00.001-05:002020-01-25T00:07:56.446-05:00Gurl is Practically a Geisha!
Before Queer Eye went to Japan, Dan, and his husband, Andrew, descended on Japan and ate their way around the island where they decided to park it in Kyoto to set up the Asian installment of their Flaming Man, no doubt. I gave Dan a preview of this postcard saying something akin to, "It took me forever to figure this was you because I don't know an AJ!" Well, it's just short of 5 years, so notUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-1931331144285609632020-01-21T10:57:00.000-05:002020-01-21T10:57:19.417-05:00Señor Eye & Buddons
If this is the second installment of "sexy back guy," then I've yet to post about the first installment - either it never got to me or I've yet to get to it... That said, this postcard is from Dove pictured below with an old school photo sticker from what I can guess is one of those photo kiosks - PUSH THE GREEN BUDDON! She's with her baby-daddy, but they look like children when the photo wasUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-78015537865333025052020-01-17T23:20:00.001-05:002020-01-18T05:54:22.427-05:00Little Lambs Everywhere
The first postcard of the year is always very exciting. Last year was from my friend Craig L., the humanitarian not, Craig K. the mightly sailor combat warrior. This year's postcard is from Germany, and it begins with a kiss! I always thought that Moin Moin was just a quirky thing that my friend Patrick did, but apparently, it's a thing. I guess if it's on a postcard, then it must Unknownnoreply@blogger.com025826 Sankt Peter-Ording, Germany54.3048043 8.652220499999998554.2306933 8.4908589999999986 54.3789153 8.8135819999999985tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-88783332104416308952020-01-14T23:11:00.001-05:002020-01-14T23:11:13.566-05:00He's a German Shogun - Respect!
I've had a difficult time writing about this postcard... well less so about the card, but more about Finn. You see, I've tried to blend the right amount of story about Finn with wit, sarcasm, and humor with tasteful innuendos, crass references to awkwardly short mustaches, a distaste for discipline, and respect for privacy. Most of all, I wanted to be irreverent about all social constructs Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Nara, Japan34.685109 135.8048019000000334.47613 135.48207840000003 34.894087999999996 136.12752540000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-16947349270105092782020-01-12T09:09:00.001-05:002020-01-12T15:06:24.746-05:00Bagpipes & Tap Shoes
Trying to get this post of a posty out before I shuffle off to tap - yes, for those of you that don't know - I tap... my aptitude waxes and wanes, of course, with the tides. The above is from my dance instructor, Kay, here in DC. Apparently, she's a lawyer by training but enjoyed a career as a dancer - how that happens, I've yet to get the full story. It's lovely and as inspiring as double Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-26296583710042992102020-01-11T11:28:00.001-05:002020-01-11T11:32:44.708-05:00Curiously Enthusiastic Boys
I have no clue as to what's happening with this postcard - specifically what's happening with Wendy in this postcard. In 1999, I would have wrapped up my junior year of university and entering summer break. Wendy, being a year ahead of me, might have been working already and on a work trip to Phoenix. Though, probably not as she went horseback riding, clubbing with three "enthusiastic boys," Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-19746499345025103752020-01-11T08:00:00.001-05:002020-01-11T12:23:31.217-05:00Whirling Dervishes & Xiaolongbao
This from my friend, Marga, whom I met when I used to be a media-junkie in Beijing. She was friends with my friends from the AP and Reuters at the time. She moved to Istanbul around 2014 and sent this posty. I think we caught up once or twice after she moved and she was regaling us her new life and work adventures in the region, lovers at her doorstep, and delectable flavors at her fingertips.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0İstanbul, Turkey41.0082376 28.97835889999998940.6247881 28.332911899999988 41.3916871 29.62380589999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-48487192212601164402020-01-10T09:15:00.000-05:002020-01-10T09:15:26.199-05:00Let's Make Love, Indeed!
This was sent in 2002... Let's see. I would have been in Los Angeles at the time, and I think Lesley was either working or in law school. And after 18 years, I don't remember if we ever had a chance to catch up after her escapades at The Tides nor did we take a trip to Miami - but guess what Lesley?!? I got your postcard!
Get there!
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Miami Beach, FL, USA25.790654 -80.130045525.676297 -80.291406999999992 25.905011 -79.968684tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-12486676415961434352020-01-08T15:11:00.001-05:002020-01-08T15:28:38.505-05:00Much Appreciated, Friend
The bed, yes; the floor, yes; the hat, yes; the socks, yes! the shoes, eh... not so much. That said, this lovely black-and-white is indeed beautiful. Also done by the famous photographer, Bruce Weber. He's known for photographing Abercrombie models with and sometimes without clothes frolicking with ease exemplifying Americana, youth, innocence, and sexual homogeny. Those were simpler times, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-60735669091843941042020-01-07T22:22:00.001-05:002020-02-20T09:42:04.345-05:00Aloha - This is Where You'll Find Me
Remember that sailor I mentioned in my recap of 2019, "Happy New Year, Bishes - I'm going to bed!" post? Well, he sent me the above postcard from Waikiki in Hawaii last April on a work trip to Pacific Command. To commute every couple of months to Hawaii would be paradise. To fly ten hours there for two days and fly ten hours back would be hell. But like any smart and savvy traveler, heUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0Waikiki, HI 96815, USA21.2822932 -157.831008321.2527012 -157.87134880000002 21.311885200000003 -157.7906678tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2496910703127874705.post-49913211200501281192020-01-06T23:47:00.004-05:002020-01-07T13:34:45.192-05:00Full-Service Pimp/Concierge/Hotel in One
I haven't a clue as to what Lilian was talking about regarding, "full-service pimp/concierge/hotel in one," but if you're starting a business, then count me in.
On a different note, this was the first postcard I've ever featured from 2016. I've had the collection for nearly four years, and I've been negligent in the equal distribution and publication of postcards from the two+plu decades.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Marseille, France43.296482 5.369779999999991642.926569 4.7243329999999917 43.666394999999994 6.0152269999999914