Monday, April 23, 2012

the handwritten letter

I grew up with a few pen pals as a kid. My first one was a girl I found through American Girl magazine's pen pal exchange. You were to send them an index card with some information about yourself on it and they paired you up with someone else. She wrote me before I got a chance to send her anything and included one of those things that you can pull a string and confetti pops out. I had never seen one before. I never used it, but I think I saved it.

We kept in touch for quite a long time and I had the best time ever checking mail. I also got the opportunity to use my cat stationary, which was huge, obviously.

A few years after that, a childhood friend and I began writing to each other. I think we were 11 at the time we started being pen pals. She used Bugs Bunny postage stamps. I smile thinking back on those days because we were so far away from knowing all the things that would begin happening to us in the next 10 years. Our brothers also began writing letters to each other and plotting evil schemes and such against us. None ever came to fruition.

The point is, I think there is something special about letters. I wrote these about a month and a half ago and decided to decorate these kraft envelopes I had gotten when I went to NYC a few years ago:
I'm still waiting to hear back. Shocking, I know.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

I got the fun pass.

 
Caine's Arcade from Nirvan Mullick on Vimeo.

I think this is the most amazing video and the most amazing kid. Sometimes you meet kids and you get this instinctive reaction, "I should definitely never have kids." And then sometimes you see kids like this and realize that you could solicit out your cute kid to achieve fame and fortune in ways that you, as an adult, have failed to do in your own life. Kidding. 

Honestly though, so many things about this video kill me, from the 500-play fun pass to the calculator fun pass security to the fact that he only wanted one customer. And mostly, the fact that he did all of this out of cardboard boxes.