Here’s one of my favourite postcards. The image just sums up how I’m often feeling – making it one of my best of the could not have said it better type:
This is what too much studying does – raises the spectre of death as one’s omnipresent companion.
This postcard was mailed to me during my time spent living in Florida. Here’s the backside:
Postcard caption: [top] “Great French painting from Cezanne to Matisse. The Barnes Exhibit Art Gallery of Ontario”
[bottom] “Paul Ceaznne (French, 1829-1906) Boy with a SKull.”
“Glen, Greetings and salutations from Jane and Finch. You know, I always thought that you were exaggerating when you spoke of York, but now I know first hand of the HELL that is this godforsake place. The MBA program? Well, at least I have only 36 more weeks of classes until I’m done. This had better help me get a job. I’m not having what I could consider to be a good time. Sigh. Ugh. BIG SIGH (sob) O, I guess it’s not THAT bad here but it is DAMN COLD!!! Something for you to look forward when you return in a couple of weeks. I hope this gets to you in Florida. Somehow this postcard seemed appropriate, the Barnes was rather impressive. Almost mostly for its incredible marketing – everything went. Thank God for Toronto. I get downtown at least once a week for the Mendelsohn Choir and I think I”ve been to more movies this fall than ever. So what does the vampire think of the Interview? Wasn’t Pitt the pitts? You must see the New Age nice, black nasty picture. Anyhow, I”m running out of space – not to mention that i’m leading an incredibly boring life at the moment Give me a call when you erturn to the Great White North. “