Showing posts with label P.S.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label P.S.. Show all posts

Sunday, April 13, 2008

15 Minutes


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Originally uploaded by Randuwa
Fame is fame: My post card to Post Secret was posted.....

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Hump Day Sentiments


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Originally uploaded by Randuwa
Anonymously provided from the "post secret" project.....

Monday, January 28, 2008

P. S. #02


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Originally uploaded by Randuwa
Three more anonymous postcards from the website: postsecret.blogspot.com.

Top: "I work out because I know you will probably leave me if I'm not in shape". (Those are words to live by! Trust me.....)

Middle: "I spy on my cousin by reading her blog" (Not a problem here -- this is an open book!)

Bottom: "The taste of cinnamon roles gets me sexually aroused." (I love cinnamon, too! And sex, but who doesn't?)

Sunday, December 30, 2007

P. S. #01


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Originally uploaded by Randuwa
A new strand is born from this fascinating project. The caption reads: "I resent the majority of Black Americans.... because every Darfur activist I know is white."

It reminds me of a quote from Erma Bombeck: "Guilt, the gift that keeps on giving."

AVAM Postscript....Post Secret


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Originally uploaded by Randuwa
Here's a quartet of postcards from Post Secret, a part of the current exhibition at the American Visionary Art Museum. They are representative of those I read today. It's like a blog on speed ~ Voyeurism's nirvanah.

From Top To Bottom, Left to Right:

1) "My husband won't have sex with me anymore..... so I masturbated with a cucumber and served it in his salad for dinner."
2) "I only date black men, because my white brother molested me."
3) "We're all so connected. I DESPERATELY wish we knew it!"
and
4) "I hate being normal, but fear becoming anything else."

You can share you own secret thoughts in the form of post card by sending it to:

PostSecret
13345 Copper Ridge Road
Germantown, Maryland 20874