Batch 2 of festive greetz away from the main downtown Okayama postoffice!
And technically, this post box is just for mailing New Year’s cards within Japan, so the pedantic ones amongst you need not point this out… Festive display made for a pleasant photo.
The overall count was smaller than batch one however several bonus super-deluxe envelopes of treats in the mix.
Destinations include: Germany, UAE, Scotland, Sri Lanka, … and the usual USA / Canada locations.
Such fun applying the stamps and interacting with the post office staff as so many folks are in preparing and mailing New Year’s cards.
This lil elf dropped off 80-ish new year cards into the hopper.
as i recall, this machine was at a school near Dikwella, Sir Lanka but truthfully i am not completely sure – pretty good hunch though – am i incorrect? please inform me. regardless, a noble, well-kept Aristocrat machineWhat follows is a round-up/collection of typewriters I either purchased, used, or simply observed along the way on various wanders.
Significantly, this collection contains images of several machines which ended up in sundry folders, drives and dossiers etc about which i am not entirely sure of the origin. This is important to point out as i don’t want to mistake someone else’s photo or whatever, but simply cannot recall but… since i kept the image, there is some significance which may not be revealed until later (at which point, i’ll dutifully update).
Additionally, if your photo is included, please do let me know and i’ll update.
Regardless, assembled here for historical / archival reference and personal interest, with annotations where possible.
Olivetti in Marty’s backyard in Provo, Utah – seen elsewhere in this archive, the poor neglected machine was left out in the rain and snow and now is a garden ornament rather than a typer – shared here for an example of what not to do to your machine
Record Player: near Dikwella, Sri LankaRecord Player: Fort Galle, Sri LankaRecord Player: Fort Galle, Sri LankaRecord Player: Fort Galle, Sri LankaRecords: Fort Galle, Sri Lanka
Tending to horse race wager forms (in between naps)Train station (Galle) cargo officeWriting desk (filled with useful items) and rice fieldsWalking a cow past house
a big ole batch all ready to make their journeys into the world
Sure, i mail a lot of cards and letters and dossiers of ephemeral treats, poems and painting. Especially to folks who have inspired me or otherwise lent a hand, and to folks (know and unknown) who seem to need a little spark to help them along their journey.
oh! the be an explorer… (envoys to distant lands)
As part of my semi-obsessive documentation for my memory and amusement, i assemble photos (likely) enthusiastic correspondents send of their received items, along with “still life” photos of postal-related items or post-in-process, and often just scenes of post offices/workers/boxes.
a card to 3 of my fave youths
Often times these items are organized chronologically-ish somehow, or maybe to a theme, but some cases (including this instance), neither applies and what follows is simply a batch of odds and ends hanging out for another cycle into the world.
Generally an absence of annotations as the meanings either aren’t meaningful or rather self-evident (that said, maybe some annotations will appear). Carry on, bring your own stamp.
a unpacked dossier with painting, poem, goat propaganda and a letter , stickered up envelope
Poet Adam in Utah hills enjoy his letter with a can
As i mail a lot of items, well also just write cards and letters to hand-deliver as well i suppose, i try to document bits and pieces for my amusement and archive including photos enthusiastic correspondents send of their received dossiers, “still life with postal” related items, and post offices/boxes.
Often times these items are organized chronologically-ish somehow, or maybe to a theme, but in this case, neither applies and this is simply a batch of odds and ends hanging out – possibly waiting for another cycle into the world. So zoom zoom go around again (for my own amusement you see).
Before leaving Sanur, left some special notes for the fine young ladies who look out for me (as Vincent, a Mae Maes CD, a literal laundry list and a dragon fruit look on), also cashDiligent postal worker in Sanur shows excitement for his work
What becomes of the seemingly ephemeral creations we leave behind? Especially in the analog-days?
Consider these in the context of missing cassette tapes made by a now departed poet/activist/scholar Foster and guitar-ing Mikael, who recorded spontaneous youthful riffs in parent’s basement in Utah. In this postcard, Mikael Lewis sings “Wildflower (for Foster)” written by Dave in a clinic in Nepal, then adds some more verses, spiels and a poem called “Occasionally Free” – with lightning, rainstorm and crickets chiming along.
Note: Also available in audio-only via all normal podcast channels and elsewhere in this library.
Lovely Dessy in Sanur, Bali has a little indoor/outdoor barber shop where they also offer massage and cool beverages. She’s trimmed up my beard several times and trimmed up my hair
While i started enjoying haircuts when i found a barber shop which also offered libations, good tunes, pinball and the like,… since “the illness” I made a list of things I can do which involves sitting down, but gets me out of the house, and leaves me with a feeling of satisfaction.
These include: making scrapbooks, seeing matinée movies, sitting in parks under a tree, getting my beard professionally trimmed (rather than chopping at it myself) plus trim up the haircut,… as well as pedicures documented elsewhere.
This assortment features a few barbers in Indonesia and Japan.
Just before coming to Japan, this rock n roll gent at Kenedy (sic) a sorta new (at the time) and hip (so to speak) barber shop in Sanur, Bali.
While rambling, i like to seek out the hole-in-the-wall, no fuss, traditional barbers and enjoy a leisurely visit. Its hit or miss sometimes but ya know, hair grows back right?
Sometimes, not always, i grab a snap with the barber or the shop or me before and after… sometimes i don’t so you won’t see those. Oh sometimes i recall names and/or locations, this is not meant to be comprehensive, just amusing and vaguely documentary.
Just before getting married, i visited Mr. Nakamura in Omoto area of Okayama along with Takeshi (my father-in-law) for a haircut and beard trim. We enjoyed conversation and he gave a smoke for the road.
Update:
Found this lost snap of a cut by a fella near Galle Sri Lanka, not the best but hey, you pay for the cut, you roll on
Often, I find signs interesting, amusing or occasionally useful or just aesthetically curious or intriguing. Here are some, i have others. These are from Sri Lanka.
