Third Dimension

Egypt Pennsylvania

to LM April 19 2010

Ejected out of your comfort zone as an artist or as a mural artist? Or do you not separate the two?
I just noticed that this card has writing on it. It's not at all legible, but it is intriguing. I think that whatever we imagine it said is infinitely more interesting than what was originally written.   Old postcards always say things like "I stopped by your house the other day, but nobody was home so I took the train back to so-and-so Virginia"

From LM April 18 2010

So, I loved your surprise letter thrown in the mix! Exotic!
Thanks for the back story.
This week marked the end of a long and arduous mural project which ejected me full out of my comfort zone as an artist. I am glad it is over and will be surprised to learn some kind of lesson or whatever from it.
Did you see pictures of the volcano in Iceland? It is literally melting glaciers and vickin' ass in England's airspace.
xo Your Pen-pal
Oh. And Whiskey Bar = Yes!

To LM April 7 2010

I also dislike working from home. Maybe I feel that the home breeds un-productivity or at least, if I am here I should be doing "home stuff".
Presently, my favorite time of day is afternoon (2:30-6ish) because it is when I get out of the house, drink coffee and write postcards. However, when I am employed, that is my least favorite time of day. It is when I get sleepy and want to go home.

From LM April 1 2010

I realized, pen-pal, that I am a binge grocery shopper! Also, that I hate working from home, therefore LOVE going to work? As children we never anticipate the bizarre afflictions adulthood imposes on our otherwise sane selves.
I am truly enjoying going to the mailbox everyday, it is a familiar friend, a muscele memory.
I have been to Gold Bar for many a free taco and peanuts. Two years in a row we went on St Patricks Day. That was fun!
What is your favorite time of day and why?

To LM March 27 2010

Wow, two days! My postcard to you will take slightly longer
1. because it is Saturday afternoon.
2. Because I need to scan and transcribe this card before I send it.
And
3. ...well there isn't really a third thing, but there should be.
Have you been to the bar at Sunset and Echo Park called the Gold Room?
We went in the other day, the walls are gold, there are twinkling lights installed in the ceiling and there are color changing lights installed under the bar!
The night we went in they were watching soccer (loudly and in Spanish) on the TV.
Another time.

From LM March 25 2010

3-25-10 --- That is also the day I got your postcard. 3 days.
Thank you for your generous aceptance of my late application, this postcard almost sent itself out of eager anticipation.
Forgive my watery mind, I am a little under the weather. I have generously applied hand sanitizer though. Hopefully we learned some new things about our postal system after we start dusting these postcards for prints.
Tag, your it!

To LM March 22 2010

Dear Applicant,
Thank you for your recent entry to the Be My Pen-Pal project.
As you know we stopped taking applications on January First 2010. However, your application letter showed real promise. So, we would like to invite you on as a mid-season participant into the pen-pal project.
Congratulations!

Late Applicant March-ish 2009

To Gabriel Burian-Mohr it May Concern,

I submit the following paragraph on behalf of my interest and extensive credentials
in the postal and pen pal industry.   Please consider me as a late semester applicant
for the position.

My parents gave me $32.00 worth of postal stamps for my
sixteenth birthday along with a pair of shoes from KMart. Back in 1994 that bounty
could buy you like 4,000 letters, of which I had 0% interest
in sending.  The shoes got returned for the $11.99 in cash, and the horrid envelope with the
worst gift ever in it got buried in a drawer, along with my hopes and dreams of ever having
a car, boyfriend or achieving any level of coolness.  Two years later I went to college
and got a job in the mail room with a bunch of unruly hooligans who got paid
$5 dollars an hour to deliver mail on campus with the same anti-defeatist attitude as the real
postal workers of America: thru rain or shine or sleet or hail or drive-by's... blah blah.
I began decorating bits of trash and sending them to people in the dorms. We had glue sticks,
access to free postage, and that is when a portal in my mind opened and I became
inextricably linked to the postal messaging system, in like a higher consciousness kind of way. 
This obsession lasted for about 7 years, through several long distance relationships, penpals,
and pages upon pages of letters and postcards.  This enlightened period came to a halt in
the early aughts, with the onset of a drug called career that I became addicted to. Dirty little drug,
with promises of riches but no spiritual rewards. Well, fast forward to today, and this recovering
addict is ready for some post-Twitter post-enlightment magic that only the postal system can
offer in this age.

If this paragraph is suffice,

and my name is L        M        .

Thank you for your time.