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Memo: “Time Travel is everywhere”

Bending space and time from the Drawing Room in Kuala Lumpur – wonder where these ended up?

Time travel is everywhere ~ we pass the wormholes every day ~ devices disguised as common place but quite exceptional: phone booths, letter boxes, fax machines, CB/ham radios, telegrams etc all bend space and time – if used strategically. Closest points require folding.

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Stationery in Cinema, vol. 3 (2 ID cards, a painting, a telegram & a letter)

From Wes Anderson’s Grand Budapest Hotel (i have my own version of this item now)

Due to an affection for stationery, letters, scrapbooks and whatnot, i notice such items when viewing moving pictures. As such, i am often inclined to capture screenshots for my memory.

Sometimes, oddly enough, these are printed and put into scrapbooks in a sorta meta-remix. Either way, to keep these tidbits close at hand, assorted specimen are collected within.

From Miyazaki’s (ummm which one is that? Totoro?) with a Dempo (telegram) being delivered… Yup, love telegrams
The titular (Marvellous) Mrs Maisel character hanging art in her apartment – warms my heart
A radio and air mail envelope from… ummmm maybe The Crown or The Americans (i should take notes, well i did “Alabama” – what does this mean?)
Another radio, can’t recall from where but sure amused by the lovely inky pen details
From one of the versions of GTO Great Teacher Onizuka – not the original, a re-do of some kind, anyhow the point is this great ID card/certificate with luxurious “preferential treatment” translation

Ichiro: Telegram, rec’d

Why yes, we do accept telegrams here at Tsuchida cottage / No Time Machine required. #io

Artifacts: Telegram about brother Bob being born + notes

Telegram announcing brother Bob’s birth some years ago today – sent by Dad (Lorne, which is also Bob’s middle name along with Olaf – our paternal grandfather) to Lucile Stevenson, our maternal great-grandmother living in Elmhurst, Illinois where our maternal grandfather, Robert Louis Stevenson, was born, sent from Eugene, Oregon (USA) where Robert (aka brother Bob) was born. 

Among the information is:

  • weight, 8 lbs 5 ounces
  • Lauralee (our mother) is fine
  • parents are proud (naturally)

Continuing, here is me (right) visiting Bob in about 1983/4 in Logan, UT with aforementioned grandfather RLS’s truck in background at (divorced but still cordial at this time) maternal grandmother Isobel’s house – now occupied by a cousin who received in her will. At the time, Aunt L (and a few cousins) and Uncle M lived there as well. 

Note: along with brother Bob and grandpa Robert, there is an uncle, cousin and brother Bob’s son (my nephew) with the same appellation (possibly others i’ve missed). Derivatives and nicknames ensue to keep all straight. I am the only Dave in the extended clan. 

Post’d: mailed items, various (May-June, 2018)

Post’d: items, various – May-June 2018

Various items included in postal dossiers assembled and mailed May-June, 2018 from Nusa Ceningan including a list of “desert island dips”, a typed poem, a rainbow unicorn postcard, as well as documentation of envelopes sealed with wax before sending on their Par Avion journey.

Post’d: items, various – May-June 2018
Post’d: items, various – May-June 2018
Post’d: items, various – May-June 2018
Post’d: items, various – May-June 2018
this item’s send date and location is unknown so i just added it in with this batch (with which it does not belong) so it isn’t lonely – important, right?

Post’d: postcard fronts, March 2018, vol. 1

Post’d: postcard fronts, March 2018, various

While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.

This batch was scribbled upon in March 2018, somewhere, probably Indonesia where some of the cards originate – others from elsewhere.

Post’d: postcard fronts, March 2018, various

Continue reading Post’d: postcard fronts, March 2018, vol. 1

Post’d: postcards fronts, Feb. 2018, vol. 2

Post’d: postcard fronts, Feb. 2018, various

While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.

This batch was scribbled upon in Feb. 2018 in Ubud, Indonesia upon postcards acquired from various Asian locales (including museums with European paintings). 2nd n a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.

Post’d: postcard fronts, Feb. 2018, various

Continue reading Post’d: postcards fronts, Feb. 2018, vol. 2

Post’d: postcard fronts, Feb. 2018, vol. 1

Post’d: postcard fronts, Feb. 2018, various

While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.

This batch was scribbled upon in Feb. 2018 in Ubud, Indonesia upon postcards acquired from various Asian locales (including museums with European paintings). 1st in a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.

Post’d: postcard fronts, Feb. 2018, various

Continue reading Post’d: postcard fronts, Feb. 2018, vol. 1

Post’d: postcard fronts, Oct. 2017, vol. 2

Post’d: postcard fronts, Oct. 2017, various

While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.

This batch was scribbled upon in October 2017 aboard a ship. 2nd in a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.

Post’d: postcard fronts, Oct. 2017, various

Continue reading Post’d: postcard fronts, Oct. 2017, vol. 2

Post’d: postcard fronts, Oct. 2017, vol. 1

Post’d: postcard fronts, Oct. 2017, various

While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.

This batch was scribbled upon in October 2017 aboard a ship. 1st in a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.

Post’d: postcard fronts, Oct. 2017, various

Continue reading Post’d: postcard fronts, Oct. 2017, vol. 1

Post’d: postcard fronts, April 2014, vol. 5

Post’d: postcard fronts, April 2014, various

While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.

This batch was scribbled upon in April 2014 in Logan, Utah and my (now late) Mom’s house. 5th in a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.

Post’d: postcard fronts, April 2014, various

Continue reading Post’d: postcard fronts, April 2014, vol. 5

Post’d: postcard fronts, April 2014, vol. 4

Post’d: postcard fronts, April 2014, various

While i love sending postcards, i also love the postcards themselves – each has its own artist story behind and all of that. Yet postcards spending their infinity in a shoebox without fulfilling their destiny is rather sad. As such, i compromise by snapping a quick shot of the front before dropping into the time/space portal wormhole to intended (and thrilled no doubt) recipient.

This batch was scribbled upon in April 2014 in Logan, Utah and my (now late) Mom’s house. 1st in a series for archival purposes, as well as ephemeral amusement.

Post’d: postcard fronts, April 2014, various

Continue reading Post’d: postcard fronts, April 2014, vol. 4