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Live Paradox

A journeyman’s ramblings: He is no everyman, but one who turns a carefully focused eye on the events of the madcap world around him. He aims to point out what others miss and draw attention to the patterns that exist amongst the chaos. 

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

9:00 AM - Marevelous Mailing Possibilities

Music: Please Mr. Postman by Marvelettes
“Please Mister Postman, look and see -
If there's a letter in your bag for me.”


G’day!

I survived my first day at work. Today promises to be much more interesting since the person who was training me (and is my immediate supervisor) won’t by editing, which means it’s drop-the-baby-in-the-pool-and-see-how-he-floats time.

It’s a good thing I have a serious case of denial, or else I’d be extremely freaked right now.

I have plenty of things in my notebook. Some entries are finished, but others need more polishing. Since I’d like to recount events in order - that always seems to help the narrative - I’m going to put off for at least one more day posting Wyoming musings.

Instead, let me renew an old offer:

In the past I offered to send postcards to anyone who asked. I only got a limited number of replies. I figure people were busy and that Jefferson City postcards were only so appealing (I mean they have a fancy capitol building, a smattering of decent statutes, and not much else). From Wyoming, I can offer high desert vistas, cowboys, buffalo, and images of the infamous jackalope.

Just e-mail or post a comment listing your receiving address. It’s that simple.

When I get an address of my own, I may solicit postcards in return, but we’ll get to that later. For now, I need to review my newspaper stylebook and stock up on groceries.

Here’s looking to everybody going postal.

“Deliver the letter, the sooner the better.”


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow, the boy done good! What an honour it would be to receive a postcard from you before you become a published writer and/or don't have quite as much time on your hands. So, does the good old fashioned snail mail offer also apply to people who a)you've never met before and b)don't live in the States?  


Blogger Hannah said...

Buffalo!

Buffalo Buffalo Buffalo!

I know you said it just for me, but still.

Ryle 315, TSU
Kirksville, MO 63501  


Blogger Caleb Michael said...

The offer is good to all readers who post a request. I'll want to double-check the rates to make sure I have enough stamps to make sure they don't drop the postcard mid-ocean, but I'm willing to do that. Since I have a salary now, I'm willing to drop a couple more coins on postage - even if the U.S. rates are about to jump, again.  


Blogger Caleb Michael said...

Yeah, Sis.

The buffalo comment was for you, though there are images of buffalo in the hotel gift shop/computer nook. I'll start working on cards for you and your roommate that is not named Debbie.  


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was going to request a post card but it looks as if you have already thought of me. Thank you for remembering that I am not Debbie, and in case you need a reminder my name is Melissa  


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