sending out the rest of those disposable cams today. that little side project “1 of 27″ i got cooking. psyched to see what i get back, and what i make of them all.
just psyched on mail in general. anything that’s not email that is. or bills. or collection notices. although i still get psyched on my netflix.
once upon a time i was REALLY into sending mail. like made super packages. complete with mix tapes & drawings & weird little things i found that only the person i was sending to would appreciate. my mail game almost trumps my mix tape game. when combined pretty much the most amazing thing ever to hit your mailbox.
back when i was about 14-15, and an avid SASSY magazine reader, i had the random chance encounter of meeting Ian Svenonious after a Nation of Ulysses at a show in my hometown in PA. Rena Cave & i being total young teenage dorks i think chanted something about him being the sassiest boy in america from the crowd during breaks between songs, which indeed he was the first one to ever win that contest. Long story short us young dorks were waiting for our friend’s older sister to pick us up post show & met him. He gave me his address and told me to write him a letter, and i did. I wish, WISH, i had the letter i sent but this isin the life of pre-computer/scanner archive awesomeness. This is pen & paper & licking an envelope & stamp & putting up the little flag for the mailman to send my letter to DC & the sassiest boy in america.
I still have the letter he wrote back to me:
he was definitely on some next levels steez. and this was the early early years of the “riot grrrl” and “alternative” or “grunge” years. i was yes very much a kid in band t-shirts, who lived for fugazi shows, and wore doc martens & flannel button ups. the works. kinda fucked up that i’m old enough to be have old clothes that are now back in fashion as “vintage”? craze.
he was kind enough to enclose some of his zines:
oooh oooh oooh. the scroll with the over the edge reference below:
ummmm why didn’t i think of that before?!
think i found something for my right side ribs, my friends. now who should i get to ink it on me?? mmm.
continuing down my postal memory lane… i also once wrote into that zine FOXY, that was a part of Tum Yeto/Poot/Girly Things etc..
yo! check me out!
ps. i still really fucking love chicken noodle soup & black jack chewing gum. stuff that glows in the dark might have something to do with all the acid i was taking in ’93-’95 when i wrote this little letter to the ladies. and pps. love that my little clip was put next to the pink panther.
so then i move to NY, in August 1995, and they had published this in the back of the zine:
and my mom forwards me all these letters from this little girls who they too loved stuff that glows in the dark. i felt like a total bitch for being too busy to write back by the time i received their letters. but being a first year photo student @ Parsons combined with my recent discovery that i was indeed not from a rich family in a rich city therefore holding two jobs… well, i just never got to show these girls who wrote me a rad mixtape package. bummed.
if you wanna be penpals, send me fun stuff, i just really hope to start looking forward to going to my P.O. Box instead of dreading more threats from bloomingdales credit company.
p.o. box 20273
ny, ny 10009
