Souvenir of Banff

I have a new mail art project to keep in touch with friends and the world! Souvenir of Banff is a mail art project that distributes handmade souvenirs. Send a letter; cure loneliness!

I have a new mail art project to keep in touch with friends and the world! Souvenir of Banff is a mail art project that distributes handmade souvenirs. Send a letter; cure loneliness!
sharikasman has the best interactions with celebrity directors.
I’m very, very, very excited that Steven Spielberg wrote a letter to me.Before I headed home from his bike’s parking spot today, I wrote him a third letter. You know the part of E.T. when E.T. is dying and there are lots of people in white surrounding him and they’ve got tubes and medical knives and medical scissors et cetera? That scene freaked me out! I hope Spielberg doesn’t take offense to my initial reaction to his great film.
(See how I kept my enthusiasm to a minimum in this letter? I didn’t want to come across as an overly crazed fan.)
Here is today’s letter to Steven Spielberg elasticized to his bicycle:
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“Song for Love” - Plants & Animals
P.S. I’m terribly positive they’re singing about Banff - my new home.
P.P.S. My mother corrected my grammar above. Of course, she is not familiar with Plants & Animals lyrics so I forgive her this time, but then I realized that without sourcing this quote, I look like an idiot hack to anyone else unfamiliar with the song. So, there you have it, the full history of how a Tumblr post came to be.)
This is so up my alley: beautiful detailed drawings of the sea by Kellie Strom (new book of his coming out in June - his bird drawings already hang on my wall).
Oh, also, a hilarious Alberta-ism that’s been making the rounds here: Wild Rose candidate Danielle Smith has the wheels of her tour bus placed exactly where her boobs are. Certainly some attention-getting design.
“All the disconnected clips keep one character constant, though sometimes you have to hunt for it. A bald-faced clock might sit centre stage in one shot. In the next, the clock hovers behind a person’s head; after that, there is only the sound of a church bell ringing in the hours. Sometimes there is no tangible clock or time reference at all, but the scene is steeped in passing time, for instance a woman ironing a child’s shirt and stopping to smell it tenderly.”
“The truth knocks on the door and you say, ‘Go away, I’m looking for the truth,’ and so it goes away. Puzzling.” -Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

My dad loves this book. I agreed that the title at least sounded cool, so I gave it a read when I was around 14. Needless to say, I found it booo-ring and put it away, but a few choice bits stuck in my head anyhow. Like this idea about how riding a motorcycle makes you part of the scene while riding a car, with its ever-present frame, makes you a passive observer of that scene. The book is full of Big Idea statements like this that sound less boring to me at a more seasoned 26, but a tad dated. Is Robert M. Prisig trying to distract me with a travel story as he stuffs good-living platitudes down my throat? I can’t tell yet, but I’ll read on a little longer for dad’s sake.
Woah, I will love this forever: Experimental music made from crank call tapes taken from old answering machines.