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Inverted Commas: Fan Letters
Saturday, December 18th, 2010“I couldn’t believe when I first got a fan letter from Al Pacino, it was unreal.”
Christopher Plummer—
“I do still get the odd fan letter about The Good Life, clearly written by somebody aged 18, who says: Will you send a photograph? And I think: Maybe it’s kinder not to. I’m deeply into my 50s now.”
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“Hands down, the biggest thrill is to get a letter from a kid saying, I loved your book. Will you write me another one?”
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A fan sent me a letter and a $10 bill. It’s a short letter – all she said was, “Hey, since it’s harder for you to go out these days without getting photographed, here $10 for a pizza.” I was like, “Aww, she sent me money for a pizza so I could eat at home!”
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“I got one letter at the very beginning, like, in the first season, saying – from a woman who was very religious, very Christian, saying how wrong she thought the show was, but she thinks it’s the funniest show on television.”
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“You know what a fan letter is – it’s just an inky raspberry”
Please Mr. Postman
Thursday, August 12th, 2010(Stop)
Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Postman
(Wait)
Wait Mister Postman
Please Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there’s a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why’s it takin’ such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine
There must be some word today
From my boyfriend so far away
Pleas Mister Postman, look and see
If there’s a letter, a letter for me
I’ve been standin’ here waitin’ Mister Postman
So patiently
For just a card, or just a letter
Sayin’ he’s returnin’ home to me
(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there’s a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why’s it takin’ such a long time
(Oh yeah)
For me to hear from that boy of mine
So many days you passed me by
See the tears standin’ in my eyes
You didn’t stop to make me feel better
By leavin’ me a card or a letter
(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see
(Oh yeah)
If there’s a letter in your bag for me
(Please, Please Mister Postman)
Why’s it takin’ such a long time
(Why don’t you check it and see one more time for me, you gotta)
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
(Mister Postman)
Mister Postman, look and see
(C’mon deliver the letter, the sooner the better)
Mister Postman
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This song was performed by so many well known artists and groups including The Beatles, The Carpenters, Katy Perry and more.
I guess we can all relate to the feeling, although today we will probably sing ” Oh yes, Mr. Inbox…”
D.
Going Postal
Tuesday, August 10th, 2010Warning this post contains more then 50% quotation!
From Wikipedia:
“Going Postal in American English slang, means becoming extremely and uncontrollably angry, often to the point of violence, and usually in a workplace environment.
Going Postal derives from a series of incidents from 1983 onward in which US postal Service workers shot and killed managers, fellow workers, and members of the police or general public in acts of mass murder.“
And now for something completely different, Going Postal – the book:
From the publisher website:
Postal stickers have long been a preferred substrate used by street artists to get up. Of course, because stickers from the US Postal Service, UPS, DHL and FedEx are so readily available, most of these stickers get lost in the fray, especially if you don’t know what you’re looking for.
That’s where graffiti photography legend Martha Cooper comes in. Cooper’s well-trained eyes know how to recognize deft sticker art. Here then is a collection of more than 200 photographs of some of Cooper’s favorite handmade postal stickers from around the world, done by some of the scene’s better-known artists and the anonymous.
Going Postal documents how an old-school method has burgeoned into another rich facet of the world’s graffiti cultures.
This is not to be confused with the excellent book by one of my favorite authors Terry Pratchett – Going Postal.
And now for your moment of zen:
D.
The Goests of Past Me
Thursday, August 5th, 2010Moving back to my old house has provide me the opportunity to receive three deliveries from my past, all sent to me , oddly enough by me. One was sent by me two weeks ago, one was sent two months ago, and the third was from the past me, from three years ago.
It seems that “two weeks ago me” was very practical, thinking of what I need up to the last minute before we leave and as soon as possible when we arrive to our new house, I airmailed the computer, and at the bottom of the box I found a small box of cards with inspirational words on each of them, which I forgot to send with all the other stuff, but did not want to part from. I completely forgot I put them in, and it made me smile finding them. I actually never used it, I just enjoyed thinking of “2 weeks ago me” putting it in, knowing that “present me” would probably do the same. I guess I did not changed much in the past two weeks.
The second delivery was marine shipped by “two months ago me” and was made of 4 big boxes with our personal items, mostly cloths, and a tent, which I hope we will use. “two months ago me” was thinking for the long run, how to make our life easier, what we will need and what will make us happy. This could have been great if it was not tainted by the thoughts of “present me” that we could have saved the small fortune it cost us to send all of this, and buy new things, while knowing very well we probably would have used that money to buy groceries.
So I’m still not sure what I think of this delivery, I know I’m a little upset with “two months ago me” for not checking what will it all cost, but just a little, as I know “present me” would do the same.
And last, but not list, was what “three years ago me” kept behind. Everything was locked in one room in our old house, that now we came back to live in. Along side of furniture, pots and pans, cloths and books, was a huge stash of crafting materials that I did not have the heart to throw away. Colors and brushes of course, but also old books, used postcards, pieces of fabric, broken jewelries and found objects that I collected over the years, in short – garbage, or as I call it - treasures.
Going through the boxes I feel like a child opening birthday presents, thinking what I can make from all of these, remembering things I forgot I had, and refinding things I was missing for 3 years. Going over all of this I feel how much I love “three years ago me” for thinking of me, and realizing she must have loved me too. I wish I could tell her that, though I think she knows. I’m sorry I can’t send a package to the past, she deserve something too.
D.
Barnie’s Baustelle “Hands” Challange
Friday, May 21st, 2010I recently participated in an art challenge posted by Theme Thursday on the subject of Hands. Among other works from different artists, I found Silvia’s work:
And here what she wrote:
“Hands, the actual challenge on Theme Thursday, gives us a wide space for interpretation. Today nearly the most people send e-mails, SMS or give a call… so I’ve decided to take a writing hand, using paper and feather 
“
D.
Why is it so hard?
Friday, May 21st, 2010I’m not sure. Is it the long time it takes to write a good letter, or the fear of baring too much? I know I’m not the only one feeling that way:
“I have owed you this letter for a very long time-but my fingers have avoided the pencil as though it were an old and poisoned tool.”
John Steinbeck
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“Even when I have to write a simple letter I’m scared stiff as if faced with looming seasickness.”
Gustav Klimt
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“You will no doubt expect a long letter after so much delay, but I am afraid you will be disappointed, as long letters are not my forte.”
William J. Wills
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“Honest honey, I feel like crying every time I sit down to write you a letter… I am so unlucky.”
Eddie Slovik
And another one, amusing but so true:
“I have made this letter longer than usual because I lack the time to make it shorter.”
Pascal
D.
Inverted Commas:
Tuesday, April 20th, 2010To write a good love letter you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish without knowing what you have written.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau
recieving a letter – a sketch by Richard Watkins
Tuesday, April 13th, 2010After blogging about him yesterday, Richard Watkins sent me a link to one of his sketches.
I asked him if he will allow me to put it here on my blog, and he did.
If you’ll visit his site you can read the comment that was left on this sketch, which I very much agree with.
D.
Thinking of you…
Wednesday, March 3rd, 2010
Thank you to The Graphics Fairy for this great picture.