tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82940551464621653262024-03-14T08:05:56.205-07:00The Art of a Letter.Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-63477121691088009322008-10-18T15:03:00.000-07:002008-10-18T15:05:18.250-07:00Sent~SeptI sent some mail before I left for europe but didn't keep a log of who it was to.<br />Eiik.<br />This week finding a working scanner is on my top 5 list.<br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br />pageTracker._initData();<br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /></script><br />Sept 29th<br />Elyse<br />Sophie<br />Neal<br />Natasha<br />Erin<br />Anja<br /><br />Oct. is already alot better.<br /><br />Mathew John<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-82283656824488405202008-09-23T00:33:00.000-07:002008-09-23T00:37:51.617-07:00Getting back to it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUqyib2_1OBHNWoP6hyphenhyphen6OFZmicpE0ZOZOvnihyphenhyphenWMxLRkwo1D-NXEyXEReKFtUzWNH69rd7_j1N-bkLUqXWJBOf950DykfBPuHrNSzw1Us4FJcNbaznO5Zcabirk7F1pWmCRRsVjguKfs/s1600-h/IMG_0057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249117093832354322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUqyib2_1OBHNWoP6hyphenhyphen6OFZmicpE0ZOZOvnihyphenhyphenWMxLRkwo1D-NXEyXEReKFtUzWNH69rd7_j1N-bkLUqXWJBOf950DykfBPuHrNSzw1Us4FJcNbaznO5Zcabirk7F1pWmCRRsVjguKfs/s320/IMG_0057.jpg" border="0" /></a> I wrote and sent 3 cards this week. You might remember this postcard. I got it from Neal but added my own twist when I went and saw bodyworlds for myself. Cute tip jar thing?<br />Sent off to Natasha who I have felt a guilt for not mailing in weeks. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.<br /><div><br />Europe postcards here I write,</div><div>Mathew John<br /></div><script type="text/javascript"><br /><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br /><br />pageTracker._initData();<br /><br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /><br /></script><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-5755028619966229902008-09-08T09:48:00.000-07:002008-09-08T09:50:11.428-07:00Broken.<script type="text/javascript"><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br />pageTracker._initData();<br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /></script><br />The reason for my blogging disappearance is due in part to a broken scanner.<br />Also the summer is just really hard for me to find time to write. (less time spent hiding in my bed)<br /><br />Mathew John<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-40633885768575614272008-08-01T08:37:00.000-07:002008-11-15T00:35:06.219-08:00Sent ~ July<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZZoUCmwL4WTi1K5nBLJVhCNEGz2SojmB0Wm4gNLuyVz854lwx8As1K6Mm44P4yjc3Ljr8t3xXZ4UXJvD_PsV5KLFhE1wOznI2i5f-Gpmyyy0hyluHk_bbumUOyJtPCc4xHKR7hZSZ1c/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229574058260487634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZZoUCmwL4WTi1K5nBLJVhCNEGz2SojmB0Wm4gNLuyVz854lwx8As1K6Mm44P4yjc3Ljr8t3xXZ4UXJvD_PsV5KLFhE1wOznI2i5f-Gpmyyy0hyluHk_bbumUOyJtPCc4xHKR7hZSZ1c/s320/scan0012.jpg" border="0" /></a> This postcard was almost placed into it's own envelope and sent back to Victioria for Elyse. Natasha sent it but it is so Elyse. I talked about Fan Tan but my gosh it is so perfect.<br /><br />I feel that I need to rendevous with Natasha before the year is out. Talk about love and failures. It's weird how much we share with each other. Can you be more honest and straight to the point when your strangers.<br /><br />Other news...my penpal ship is back on with Megan E. and Katie S. Both disappeared from the radar. Both were lost after my 3 posts rule. Breaking it. That's the new me....rule breaker.<br /><br />Other rules broken: Sent.<br /><br />With a cell phone not working and ruining my life. I lost track so here's what I did have.<br /><br />July 14<br />Peter<br />Aja<br /><br />July 16<br />Erin<br /><br />July 21<br />Mark<br />Natasha<br />Elyse<br />Sophie<br />Charley<br /><br />July 26<br />Neal<br />Natasha<br />Erin<br />Elyse<br /><br />Maybe more but I lost track and lost my memory.<br /><br />Welcome to August,<br />Mathew<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8CXFieCDU1X2t1mDgmzlp9WMyzPQXczFn_nGlCXgPclPyVbfxOuuwJ-D-CQ4mxhuBBIUAV0fEiLo3FQLH6S781rVZRYYgrVYW4mGe5GSczQahYxK_wBjkbwXK-FY_EccPrQEvjUOhuJ0/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br /><br /><br /><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._initData();<br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /><br /><br /><br /></script></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-24815028221990599572008-07-28T14:53:00.001-07:002008-11-15T00:35:06.546-08:00Love is in the air.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsJlGrAGhNC5Rj3V9lXqKrN_vXQd48AYl26voecY5ckpxskR6v_zwiAq1h230bAKR6FVD4Yn-JHcuB_2I3TlTGckBh4OgGepCcEXeFZLxWNJ7qaQJy4Q-htIfAzoz92siloTn3tAK3uM/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228214662582510178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwsJlGrAGhNC5Rj3V9lXqKrN_vXQd48AYl26voecY5ckpxskR6v_zwiAq1h230bAKR6FVD4Yn-JHcuB_2I3TlTGckBh4OgGepCcEXeFZLxWNJ7qaQJy4Q-htIfAzoz92siloTn3tAK3uM/s320/scan0010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEldmKN3que8ExCYiSpI8RQMhEqfLzKlsRxQLyMxQo0aa7mZi_r9ITBHFV0IzHrEiEoKl-clryCO_QRja8ar_sW9zXJDXtqgvT5fFVstCrKBOIN86Bog9zxmIiZ1W4-hqaJ9YlVh6-NqA/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"></a></div><br /><div>My first wedding invitation. Trying to find a way to make it to Italy for the celebration. The invitation was designed by Jenny Fisher. Very beautiful.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRFRHARZLAmAKBeg6-fdK8oaDUiYoRARieWQd7JpdZIiKhyphenhyphenQmmagkKJQOG3_SXIfDIwimAW09FCelCuRoBdvFRAQIU55Z0kTGtaBM0mtenphAm1EkiL_Cc8fm8d3C6t1P8Nh9KiF1y4c/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228186763809619714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQRFRHARZLAmAKBeg6-fdK8oaDUiYoRARieWQd7JpdZIiKhyphenhyphenQmmagkKJQOG3_SXIfDIwimAW09FCelCuRoBdvFRAQIU55Z0kTGtaBM0mtenphAm1EkiL_Cc8fm8d3C6t1P8Nh9KiF1y4c/s320/scan0011.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is the note placed in the card on top. The lady is thinking about the wind.<br /><div align="center">Summer days.<br />LOVE LOVE LOVE.<br /></div><div align="left">Mathew John<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><script type="text/javascript"><br /><br /><br /><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._initData();<br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /><br /><br /><br /></script><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-998590735103916852008-07-24T23:37:00.000-07:002008-11-15T00:35:06.736-08:00Stitched with love.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAuHCOOB5Pyv4v1WQ31LTGuVaOBuoLAVvJouKsizX4ScnbjE9fwpMlanUskoZUUCf3APP4UuoXehXPScpA_Fqex7sSHOOXwfvnhh6wPTkqircmh2QycUvzDe9FSMCaVkUk3TppHe32KXM/s1600-h/scan0009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226839390738892994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAuHCOOB5Pyv4v1WQ31LTGuVaOBuoLAVvJouKsizX4ScnbjE9fwpMlanUskoZUUCf3APP4UuoXehXPScpA_Fqex7sSHOOXwfvnhh6wPTkqircmh2QycUvzDe9FSMCaVkUk3TppHe32KXM/s320/scan0009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Busy day. I ended up not making it to the mailbox till midnight. What a lovely surprise. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">"I miss the feeling of inspiration"</div><div align="center">"I am living for myself and that is both exciting and limitless and terrifying."</div><div align="center">~Charley</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I couldn't agree more with this letter. My search never feels over. The mind goes to fast. I make my body go fast to slow down my mind. When can I stop moving to stop thinking? </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Off to write my response,</div><div align="left">Mathew John<br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><script type="text/javascript"><br /><br /><br /><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._initData();<br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /><br /><br /><br /></script><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-4586843927379868702008-07-23T13:20:00.000-07:002008-11-15T00:35:07.577-08:00Behind but busy.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglqjks8r_fYZfZ-4uT7rmUQMufsVbQlcinESCxJ8v8AoQqjUcdAZn6JSqgUlBY_vZTJjuV-6mTPa4zWtqHkprWKNKtEgUDK1lWx1DXTlmD61cQNC49QCHsBol3VbhXtOBXcJffLva9fJI/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226307679187811746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglqjks8r_fYZfZ-4uT7rmUQMufsVbQlcinESCxJ8v8AoQqjUcdAZn6JSqgUlBY_vZTJjuV-6mTPa4zWtqHkprWKNKtEgUDK1lWx1DXTlmD61cQNC49QCHsBol3VbhXtOBXcJffLva9fJI/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /></a> It's almost gotten me sad lately because with my daily visit to the mail box producing nothing new.<br /><br />Here's some cheers from Charley who thinks I'm great.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226307677815424450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdAzlMX9E0DGQzJM_InieOsjse7NXd_UMOxMdp6Hf2PGuugZCDdbLsgd3cECSafsdEvpYhrXlGIm-9X_Helu-Twp9hu_3RYcfK0UOK-RtWb6-wDkXYmmU-f3hrwCEgDIsAAezgi76H6_E/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" />Then again I'm not writing as many postcards as I used too.<br /><br />Maybe new pen pals who are old friends will kick this summer pen to paper difficulty.<br />Ainsley is my dear friend who has taken off and moved to Australia for life and love. I spent the summer roaming around with her sister Barbra in Quebec.<br /><br />Since we were tweens Ainsley has had the best for of story telling. One day I will load one up.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZxYrinrq36mH2IKHQ52bv1tzAQkkGLTyiwvRO_L22CE7VRYr4Ryj4zBfYJNJCuWf-2Dop-uRqfInskaWvfkmRMSp4pG4lU3flP_7tR9IVzl3Xjs7Jl296xQVpn4fSnQErctrVHnHyl8/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226307683074002818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZxYrinrq36mH2IKHQ52bv1tzAQkkGLTyiwvRO_L22CE7VRYr4Ryj4zBfYJNJCuWf-2Dop-uRqfInskaWvfkmRMSp4pG4lU3flP_7tR9IVzl3Xjs7Jl296xQVpn4fSnQErctrVHnHyl8/s320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Another set of sisters: The Boutilier.<br /><br />Hopefully if you read this your close enough to make a visit at sometime to Saltspring Island. So perfect it could be a cult community. I had the pleasure to go to a wedding and stay at one of the most amazing houses every.<br />Also my favourite cafe in Quebec city is called Temps perdu. (Lost times)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA31wy0JcSmcWVUhRi6gwLh_AXOLw3PnigK8oQm5H2IupOROcHz0WKGEEIs-aupK_GNzNNwLDYIY6hJpqdL9k5PyRb1erZ0RSuZ8dkUyIQ-S1iy42U2MaopjwO0c3r5bpWtbqZWBff2Do/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226307685965413058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA31wy0JcSmcWVUhRi6gwLh_AXOLw3PnigK8oQm5H2IupOROcHz0WKGEEIs-aupK_GNzNNwLDYIY6hJpqdL9k5PyRb1erZ0RSuZ8dkUyIQ-S1iy42U2MaopjwO0c3r5bpWtbqZWBff2Do/s320/scan0007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Neal has a way of showing up in random places full a smiles. The same happens in my mail box.<br /><br />We are that friendship that doesn't exchange numbers but look forward to the next run in. It is almost better in todays world to have friends whose contact is slightly limited and not so instantaneous.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQzKJVvW5feiDw0DdLEg9Zx7Bdl1E_MD9a5HRYn8WvO8XI-8MGoZnkoc1FVWx1F1IZ3S0Cxo4YnuKocHdvqcHtsaWvRjnJTvIQxbGHlvQVA039OBwQYWYwsD-kXgzyo80gJQXBSj4iuGE/s1600-h/scan0008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226307684499361218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQzKJVvW5feiDw0DdLEg9Zx7Bdl1E_MD9a5HRYn8WvO8XI-8MGoZnkoc1FVWx1F1IZ3S0Cxo4YnuKocHdvqcHtsaWvRjnJTvIQxbGHlvQVA039OBwQYWYwsD-kXgzyo80gJQXBSj4iuGE/s320/scan0008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"How can I save the world with nutrition if I can't even remember the difference between soluble and insoluble fibre?" -Erin G.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQzKJVvW5feiDw0DdLEg9Zx7Bdl1E_MD9a5HRYn8WvO8XI-8MGoZnkoc1FVWx1F1IZ3S0Cxo4YnuKocHdvqcHtsaWvRjnJTvIQxbGHlvQVA039OBwQYWYwsD-kXgzyo80gJQXBSj4iuGE/s1600-h/scan0008.jpg"></a><br />Happy to have Erin home safe from Nepal. It makes me want to get in my car and drive 6 hours to get that hug. Thank the heavens that the mail only takes a couple of days verses weeks.<br /><br />This card comes from a night market on her layover in Hong Kong. It is it's own wonderment how I have all these pieces of paper from all over the world in my red velvet box. Memories and moments.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br /><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br /><br />pageTracker._initData();<br /><br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /><br /></script><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-28472322916865003022008-07-10T12:48:00.001-07:002008-11-15T00:35:08.126-08:00Back to it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQVaSvaGaeHSwOHIifBhZzbft34oiXNdULsX66_gZO_UrFJ1AhrWJrFTCl3HY0Gy2sbCXOoYAkY_wBNHU_gGsKMRPiMtE1SAfLNpBG9lyWfQpwTKaajHeUqUtfE-9Ttkbd3maR-0hpXqE/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221475038686906034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQVaSvaGaeHSwOHIifBhZzbft34oiXNdULsX66_gZO_UrFJ1AhrWJrFTCl3HY0Gy2sbCXOoYAkY_wBNHU_gGsKMRPiMtE1SAfLNpBG9lyWfQpwTKaajHeUqUtfE-9Ttkbd3maR-0hpXqE/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /></a> A letter that sat in my friend Mark's house. Every time I came over in the last two weeks he would show it to me or ask me to mail it off for him. Worth the wait. (Just like blogging again.)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLc6-anoY1r_v562ju2rWJMqKEFrlq-6R8ZhsZKOQsAw62CEnE5Ca3XVVGOsgj8KvVFTa3OzHDMmtHzWFEufL9hvgHTotuMOuIM5igzlZfG34yv0HqZRyxg1XAC9bWltl6Tu7Fe2onY-s/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221475047171402018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLc6-anoY1r_v562ju2rWJMqKEFrlq-6R8ZhsZKOQsAw62CEnE5Ca3XVVGOsgj8KvVFTa3OzHDMmtHzWFEufL9hvgHTotuMOuIM5igzlZfG34yv0HqZRyxg1XAC9bWltl6Tu7Fe2onY-s/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Fan Tan Alley is one of those places I cannot get out of without spending 20 dollars. Victoria for the size of the city is so full of crooked corners and wonderous space. The city has the same type of citizen. Natasha is out playing her accordion with bravado. One day we will meet. anticipating laughs and tears.<br /><br />Our written exchanges are deeply treasured to me. A remembered conversation loses it's honesty with time. The pen on paper is forever spontaneous and forever available.<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXobiGa6dy38jw4PPoJXXR8XwHAWKhpifzZg0f-wkOqNm9aJ1eFW4nC_OZ93oqkY1dG6hLaIsNGPwTp0uTOQIxwvQn7uWWfgIIwiFnzlCEmsEyHvepgTEWGWkGBxKdXAZ_3FobWToXu6Q/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221475053912582306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXobiGa6dy38jw4PPoJXXR8XwHAWKhpifzZg0f-wkOqNm9aJ1eFW4nC_OZ93oqkY1dG6hLaIsNGPwTp0uTOQIxwvQn7uWWfgIIwiFnzlCEmsEyHvepgTEWGWkGBxKdXAZ_3FobWToXu6Q/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /></a>This a story of Barbra day at Tam Tams. In Montreal on Sunny Sunday's a community has formed. Anyone with a drum or and ear, head down parc mountain to take part in the largest weekly drumming circle I have ever seen. The hot sun and the rhythm one with the lazy Sunday. </p><p>Back to it,</p><p>Mathew John<br /></p><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br /><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br /><br />pageTracker._initData();<br /><br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /><br /></script><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-34002579349777448822008-07-08T15:21:00.000-07:002008-07-08T15:28:01.388-07:00Sent~ May & June<script type="text/javascript"><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br />pageTracker._initData();<br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /></script><br />I didn't have my computer or scanner but I did still send mail.<br /><br />May 1st<br />Natasha<br />Anja<br /><br />2nd<br />Erin G.<br /><br />4th<br />Elyse<br /><br />5th<br />Erin G.<br /><br />7th<br />Neal<br /><br />10th<br />Mark<br />Erin W.<br />Becky<br /><br />11th<br />Elyse<br />Care<br /><br />12th<br />Elyse<br />Chelsea K<br />Anja<br /><br />13th<br />Neal<br />Mom<br />Paisley<br /><br />14th<br />Stacey<br /><br />16th<br />Erin G.<br /><br />19th<br />Natasha<br /><br />20th<br />Grands<br />Erin G.<br /><br />21st<br />Anja<br /><br />26th<br />Natasha<br />Fahn<br /><br />29th<br />Anja<br /><br />Total: 28<br /><br />June 1st<br />Mark<br />Ainsley<br /><br />16th<br />Elyse<br />Natasha<br /><br />20th<br />Mark<br />Becky<br />Elyse<br />Erin I<br />Elyse<br />Sophie<br /><br />21st<br />Charley<br /><br />22nd<br />Natasha<br />Mark<br />Neal<br />Anja<br /><br />25th<br />Charley<br />Natasha<br />Elyse<br /><br />29th<br />Natasha<br /><br />30th<br />Ainsley<br />Kortnay<br /><br />Total: 21<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-19029574931430626332008-05-19T09:19:00.000-07:002008-05-19T09:29:16.641-07:00Sent~April<script type="text/javascript"><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br />pageTracker._initData();<br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /></script><br />Hello People who read this blog.<br /><br />I should start my explaining my absence. Right now I am studying in Quebec. Still recieving mail. Still writing postcards but without a computer and a scanner. This blog has been placed on the back burner for now.<br /><br />Time to catch up. Here is the April list. I lost part of the list because my phone crashed and had to be re updated. I tried my best to remember who I wrote to.<br /><br />April 1st<br />Danny<br />Joannes<br /><br />April 3rd<br />Anja<br />Annalise<br />Seema<br />Elyse<br /><br />April 7th<br />McMasters<br />Erin G.<br />Anna H.<br />Elyse<br />Neal<br />Liz I<br />Mark H.<br />Mc Masters<br />Grands<br /><br />April 9th<br />Natasha<br />Tanya<br />Elyse<br />Carolyn<br />Kortnay<br />Becky VB<br />Elisha<br /><br />April ?<br />Tanya<br />Neal<br />Elyse<br /><br />April 21<br />Mark<br />Elyse<br />Joanna<br /><br />April 25<br />Natasha<br /><br />Total: 29<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-21326280116823795332008-04-30T13:52:00.000-07:002008-11-15T00:35:08.754-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTuKRCuwCJfGJvjvD475StU2cbEosJ8ugLfV5HGRieOVbQ0H2-c47NWFia3UcatB4mKmg8n0LXCjsuzAC3Cj8um3dxmMp_vjY1IPraCx-vrkrJEchjn_1W0oVTa6pCfuw-sU051lACu8/s1600-h/scan0035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195144550161777426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTuKRCuwCJfGJvjvD475StU2cbEosJ8ugLfV5HGRieOVbQ0H2-c47NWFia3UcatB4mKmg8n0LXCjsuzAC3Cj8um3dxmMp_vjY1IPraCx-vrkrJEchjn_1W0oVTa6pCfuw-sU051lACu8/s320/scan0035.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6rci98bWQOxpkbhS5vwLimNcu2V42NpdejVPCh052uThB7F2XVzEmIrvlM0rUEuPegXUr5gWY4FPbeG6M9h-pzFhYttD093J6mvY8ThEoXbF_NaN4vVUY-79oVp55h6HS82IERE6caFc/s1600-h/scan0036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195144558751712034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6rci98bWQOxpkbhS5vwLimNcu2V42NpdejVPCh052uThB7F2XVzEmIrvlM0rUEuPegXUr5gWY4FPbeG6M9h-pzFhYttD093J6mvY8ThEoXbF_NaN4vVUY-79oVp55h6HS82IERE6caFc/s320/scan0036.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZsfKLM-RAyUmj8iFPijFhppKXILCAt5R3GmfdrhP2YrhR9U2x9jnobHvx8J4tFfi6mF01jdAGiXAk_OHSl38jyHJxaXaapcmoAw_8BD4L75pmNhlSI9Q2eCubXH1iVkLQ26TgYBvpOk/s1600-h/scan0037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195144558751712050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZsfKLM-RAyUmj8iFPijFhppKXILCAt5R3GmfdrhP2YrhR9U2x9jnobHvx8J4tFfi6mF01jdAGiXAk_OHSl38jyHJxaXaapcmoAw_8BD4L75pmNhlSI9Q2eCubXH1iVkLQ26TgYBvpOk/s320/scan0037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhncfZnxm6fzICEKIL1nl837HgblOj9xtaZf1qbrMSCNnFHSiXga1Fce5l-8CJ1aEGq5R0Z4yTFj3ZQwbDM-64PnPld69fVYXo5n8pYXtyBZqtl8lGJar7N6ntICyzKjMORvSNrVd13DeQ/s1600-h/scan0038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195144567341646658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhncfZnxm6fzICEKIL1nl837HgblOj9xtaZf1qbrMSCNnFHSiXga1Fce5l-8CJ1aEGq5R0Z4yTFj3ZQwbDM-64PnPld69fVYXo5n8pYXtyBZqtl8lGJar7N6ntICyzKjMORvSNrVd13DeQ/s320/scan0038.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br /><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br /><br />pageTracker._initData();<br /><br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /><br /></script></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-14459775600062700812008-04-29T07:24:00.000-07:002008-11-15T00:35:09.014-08:00Same Day Same Way<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ17AxS29p75sPisb0g_cIbvw156MZWV4qdb7tSR7IRN_36wEb3JTO5pMZcljelrKo-WiuNRWRbF97loCiQU3gxlM5vFzNXm0Bcw6l6jehFsDSts_jWUDMh7ttiitt4XaiD0N3VdH0hA4/s1600-h/scan0033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194673628472607474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ17AxS29p75sPisb0g_cIbvw156MZWV4qdb7tSR7IRN_36wEb3JTO5pMZcljelrKo-WiuNRWRbF97loCiQU3gxlM5vFzNXm0Bcw6l6jehFsDSts_jWUDMh7ttiitt4XaiD0N3VdH0hA4/s320/scan0033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>Interesting haul yesterday. Both postcards from regular pals. Both postcards that they have had for along time. Both sharing stories of the moments of their lives attached to the card.<br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br /><br /><br /><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._initData();<br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /><br /><br /><br /></script></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>(Left-Natasha)</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbRXetHcc7CS4P4L499J2W5i_QA1fUyHUqVBljRx5hjF4XEWSp0hXbgLw3yPwBRNA0QcsrD9Wnp6CMmJaMWwdnnxK78koUeAyffPwPhg4oSPT9CyWA84EiFQ5RbGW2GE2f4sWUp_7YnA/s1600-h/scan0034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194673761616593666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCbRXetHcc7CS4P4L499J2W5i_QA1fUyHUqVBljRx5hjF4XEWSp0hXbgLw3yPwBRNA0QcsrD9Wnp6CMmJaMWwdnnxK78koUeAyffPwPhg4oSPT9CyWA84EiFQ5RbGW2GE2f4sWUp_7YnA/s320/scan0034.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>I wish my childhood was spent going to ski in Poland. Twelve was the first time I went skiing. No use for poles. No fear. Dislike for turning. All these things lead to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">disaster</span>. Skiing does not appeal to me anymore. To <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">learn</span> to snowboard as well. (Too old now)</div><div> </div><div>Oh I was surfing today and found the <a href="http://startmotions.com/subpage65.html">cutest <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">envelope</span></a>. Consider this idea stolen. </div><div> </div><div>Sad that this blog will be taking a different format while I am away. Ce la vie.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">(Right-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Anja</span>)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-6847212447826718212008-04-25T08:52:00.001-07:002008-11-15T00:35:09.326-08:00If only...<div align="center">...it was Monday.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgue3defIuI8d4jFVHgB0r-G2-A3IX7J6klqxWOqQbCAyQ6Npf28I3jama-fpaShS-y0H00tqsFqLHhDzXDW-cLiH0qQA3GB4cH9LaIMC9byw1moF12Yt0qF4J26wBvJBcsqEj90DLXQEM/s1600-h/scan0030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193211789108773602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgue3defIuI8d4jFVHgB0r-G2-A3IX7J6klqxWOqQbCAyQ6Npf28I3jama-fpaShS-y0H00tqsFqLHhDzXDW-cLiH0qQA3GB4cH9LaIMC9byw1moF12Yt0qF4J26wBvJBcsqEj90DLXQEM/s320/scan0030.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Yes a very good idea. The bottom of the enclosed paper had this wonderful elephant print. To think how materials come into our hands is too much thought. Here I was on a snowy day holding this letter made in India. (Sent from Saskatoon, Thanks Erin) I'm working on sending my made in Canada for her to receive in Nepal. I have a lot of 1.60 stamps and not enough international pen pals. Ce la vie. Maybe I should be the one next to leave!!!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193211776223871698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVlSinIoxF31RzURMLdJjyDq3WC_K8USpXFY1PBn58dfacSLgXG8sjLI_15X4gUbWbumNiWBKsYH0rQ1IlF2ujaYcVFo_MKcg4umMYUl-Lezf6_dlz8ECAjMw6HPYZ-0dCvpxQAFsZY1U/s320/scan0031.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center">Anja took me out for a birthday dinner. I had a glass of champagne. 3 this week! It is how I handle studying. (or not studying) Monday at 11AM I will be a free man, for the good or the worse. There will be many bottles of Champagne!!! I have a Birthday Bottle that I am taking with me to Montreal to be opened in celebration of being done. Back to Anja, in our dinner I realised how much you learn about a person in mere hours of conversation. She is really sweet. I can't wait to spoil her with Quebec letters. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Love will come to us all,</div><div align="left">Mathew John</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br /><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br /><br />pageTracker._initData();<br /><br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /><br /></script><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-65911380561104343802008-04-22T19:15:00.000-07:002008-11-15T00:35:09.966-08:00New Pals.<div align="center">Made by Jessica K.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZW54O16M317UwNxNw_hy6hrTaZb-4Gg95i0cFeqvxi-2E3_fhzHTYr-7UlYuEy1DIM-wTs_bzLsqFvscitGn6Q9fBXnNURqCfXdvh8PvkenacdxApBBrrs3cuGI8mUWRhDE3eEL4oeM/s1600-h/scan0028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192259100938011298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZW54O16M317UwNxNw_hy6hrTaZb-4Gg95i0cFeqvxi-2E3_fhzHTYr-7UlYuEy1DIM-wTs_bzLsqFvscitGn6Q9fBXnNURqCfXdvh8PvkenacdxApBBrrs3cuGI8mUWRhDE3eEL4oeM/s320/scan0028.jpg" border="0" /></a> There is something sad to this piece. You know how there doesn't even seem to be time for your close friends. Then you search for time for those really great people. Jessica is one of the great people. (who I need to see more). Listening alot to Lykke Li. (who I am sure Jessica would like.) Excited <span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">for</span> this new interaction.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPM-B2EYbm6c8_-8evo_msTRxrhkIYk8JkYdRe62Pi14mNhV3jeUA82jU9jnA8v5FI4GId7ZZmCG0qihbPq340PNNs2HJJSgoRcUCVfvy31j2egY_12RWJQyJ3G_eL_LuwGYksLnCRes/s1600-h/scan0029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192259118117880498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPM-B2EYbm6c8_-8evo_msTRxrhkIYk8JkYdRe62Pi14mNhV3jeUA82jU9jnA8v5FI4GId7ZZmCG0qihbPq340PNNs2HJJSgoRcUCVfvy31j2egY_12RWJQyJ3G_eL_LuwGYksLnCRes/s320/scan0029.jpg" border="0" /></a>This is from Barbra K.<br />My first post card in French. Barbra is the sister to my first junior high girlfriend. She wants good things for the world. She makes these good things happen. Her sister is one of the finest artists I know. (and a good kisser) Surprised how much I understood of the card. She taught herself french. Amazing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbM8zdl21vs0CmZ07nh5qknZ8ercW8AI_JcZsymn5MoaxbZubH8CTLkF3M7jSbvfl9uVb1_o8gUUPdWRi7MR3u4RvELXEi3Lzxxinr8wWgiQCCoATq-1q43UwIn2wnD6GhEooGk0offs/s1600-h/scan0027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192259319981343426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzbM8zdl21vs0CmZ07nh5qknZ8ercW8AI_JcZsymn5MoaxbZubH8CTLkF3M7jSbvfl9uVb1_o8gUUPdWRi7MR3u4RvELXEi3Lzxxinr8wWgiQCCoATq-1q43UwIn2wnD6GhEooGk0offs/s320/scan0027.jpg" border="0" /></a> Classic Elyse. No need to say anymore. Other than I'm not this determined to find a man. Yet.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-30327305652740906052008-04-19T10:35:00.000-07:002008-11-15T00:35:11.254-08:00The Week.<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191016876402801634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NwwH04BfR7m1PaqApcsOBimAkD7iywxKYzKbgo_HhezqgVKG7WiWleM8ue2ACnrpRu0noCZpU3Q1ijl4WVCqU7zkOZ2Z1l0Y48Z1RTCC1CcM1NlDnp6wcNWzYMngvyCzoOAGNt0jrN8/s320/scan0019.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSWwU5iYIghw6i5J8luIGi9K1NjdYaBQJCD58bUZslpSXzQvQdEiVaRevLvz1Zqaz0DMdBgjU5x221ODGuTxap21daEr3vZvykQgIYNdIVWV4E37brSwSfCYcbcTLAe9Td3m4Lq66WgE/s1600-h/scan0021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191019775505726514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSWwU5iYIghw6i5J8luIGi9K1NjdYaBQJCD58bUZslpSXzQvQdEiVaRevLvz1Zqaz0DMdBgjU5x221ODGuTxap21daEr3vZvykQgIYNdIVWV4E37brSwSfCYcbcTLAe9Td3m4Lq66WgE/s320/scan0021.jpg" border="0" /></a>You know how I love the back's on envelopes. (Erin G) <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1UBvAebd469pFuNjPdhEJ6rwjrL_SXaYjHvMEfZJzVYz-BphuCa0LuhOuFuaohEXrTTlAlU3c1iv6R5TSKWPLNmH4PelIGuxddOoiF7dGMdR8mwad4rXOiscK2MgB2e_bBZnDWZni8VA/s1600-h/scan0023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191026269496278098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1UBvAebd469pFuNjPdhEJ6rwjrL_SXaYjHvMEfZJzVYz-BphuCa0LuhOuFuaohEXrTTlAlU3c1iv6R5TSKWPLNmH4PelIGuxddOoiF7dGMdR8mwad4rXOiscK2MgB2e_bBZnDWZni8VA/s320/scan0023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Here's 2 of my favourite cards. The elephant came in that wonder envelope. It folds into 3. Hallmark used to make so much magic with there cards but now they rely on corny jokes. The other card is from my mother. (and father) She just said "It seemed sweet like you and a little french." Merci Mama. </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DMI6a-KU4EKx1lZBcCoMDw_39s7zlcTOFn4-PpvG8r_r4P7RLd2YHtp8R9dczYX1Dsj5Accda4ihyphenhyphenK59E7WUO_KssTmZhYtMrBavcAM5EAPTzJFNXuoXHQLs3nw0GGs4WaaVZlAzrt0/s1600-h/scan0024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191019779800693826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DMI6a-KU4EKx1lZBcCoMDw_39s7zlcTOFn4-PpvG8r_r4P7RLd2YHtp8R9dczYX1Dsj5Accda4ihyphenhyphenK59E7WUO_KssTmZhYtMrBavcAM5EAPTzJFNXuoXHQLs3nw0GGs4WaaVZlAzrt0/s320/scan0024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWt3Zk1H3y4x_NCqxcV6K8MhRqr5JT5Ls5pZmQVIy38SQZC0izWZbR_VB0TjIVNXVryHGJ8tOmWSGnJRWQrjx7lHnf2nGThL2A4tfQKjr4BaUZnHfQOs6litqGUNO2mz5Zf3VftyViA4/s1600-h/scan0022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191018663109196834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWt3Zk1H3y4x_NCqxcV6K8MhRqr5JT5Ls5pZmQVIy38SQZC0izWZbR_VB0TjIVNXVryHGJ8tOmWSGnJRWQrjx7lHnf2nGThL2A4tfQKjr4BaUZnHfQOs6litqGUNO2mz5Zf3VftyViA4/s320/scan0022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This week was busy finishing up all the assignment I need to graduate. Apologies for being away from the blog. (Well to Francine she reads like a bible) </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Count on Natasha (left) and Elyse(right) to fill my life with cute boys. Che, DREAM BUCKET. I am a repulsed non-smoker, but man in that photo...yahoo. Power is totally hot. So is White Briefs.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Neal hit it on the nose what the next week will be like.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191016884992736258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL3GXly6TW_g_DcdPDhe58ZTTvIUzMB6Rq98Smo1pZlOmFY1pmN1QdG_zCM74TUW8EEg29YIWXrmYcMjApmpxat1v44rUMJwxOhzH6vHRcTyj0hegq2UmrbRofmmnfF_BfKJ-_gtzFzfM/s320/scan0026.jpg" border="0" /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._initData();<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></script><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>I just have to limit myself to one a day. Only when needed. No cups after 2PM. Only one per day, or else I will be up writing postcards all night. I have been working on my own cards. Really happy with the turn out. If you want one let me know. </p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191016880697768946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRpxSItiu9H1xxJq2pRQO1lGSaTtmubieqtxONamCfdrQ52MHIm_JJBEuTFnGcoPStXWFksSLWoWGbaL9-nXHGVuQ0-BXxqOLoelJaUlcNF4mqeJlA1Ub8-IpvvTT_rvUytgQh0bCaac/s320/scan0025.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>Inside the card was this great Pink Balloon. I got me thinking about my childhood when the simplest things gave you hours of enjoyment. Totally pretending the balloon was my ballroom dancing partner and waltzed around the room. (Winning awards.) </p><br /><p>Now I use this balloon to blow out some stress,</p><br /><p>Mathew John</p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-74329912244827812682008-04-09T16:10:00.000-07:002008-11-15T00:35:12.082-08:00Birthday!!!Correction after bumping into Becky VB it turns out that card was from the other Becky. Call me crazy!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtB_Q2mi5kpXMY8LWP57wfWZ_1Lyd9eSBhAHyvXpifADyalrmoNG7d4MdALIGT3D82PiLbAC_lWAlSDXVtgTOtB-PbYan3QgTF38rKB6HMr8BwdBHdKsob-SwMnfCelNMP_64mxdm74cE/s1600-h/scan0015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187387356236999266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtB_Q2mi5kpXMY8LWP57wfWZ_1Lyd9eSBhAHyvXpifADyalrmoNG7d4MdALIGT3D82PiLbAC_lWAlSDXVtgTOtB-PbYan3QgTF38rKB6HMr8BwdBHdKsob-SwMnfCelNMP_64mxdm74cE/s320/scan0015.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8iBBAM4mPVsAS8xxUlHYqlp3G-jHWkTLeKfoAhFv4KajEFqAwc-6MMX1QtC-9RSYfByUR34_vOdOvL4ZVFeGvH8mo1inGmXFxvKo0LCAyUU4xE6iZHPc_EtdaX7S_2ctDWsmGO3hGVKw/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187387562395429490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8iBBAM4mPVsAS8xxUlHYqlp3G-jHWkTLeKfoAhFv4KajEFqAwc-6MMX1QtC-9RSYfByUR34_vOdOvL4ZVFeGvH8mo1inGmXFxvKo0LCAyUU4xE6iZHPc_EtdaX7S_2ctDWsmGO3hGVKw/s320/scan0012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187388464338561682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6nCD6iJLdf6si7gL07eZrlyK9v5U-_CqUWJ4v15cGHxSSbDBoTdBgIvbnOecUC-EU2TOUUzDNAwnNL_iNfo0op1pQCDSVxo6teEEGeCqvrcSqsx6ubnY5-pbpXlMCo4Sa448JKAnmGAc/s320/scan0016.jpg" border="0" /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._initData();<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></script></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I just loved this postcard because it depicts me so much this winter. I'm out of bed and no longer sleeping. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187387347647064658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKGh8_242L0zrDDKIE5vTU6IPur3UIfna21o2k8KmKdimfT4a6uYeAqU8USMrpjSfXq8KTszwhHkPaUW_0pxtxYkQXNtDwjz3lWGPCI_3WD6JDfKrrvCr6f9TpR5mH3oZqR5Y0R9Rbm94/s320/scan0017.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p>I don't know where erin G. got this amazing jem. Pineapple on everytable at a chinese restraunt weird. </p><p>Tonight will be full of dancing and hopefully a pleathera of cards. </p><p>Smile Big,</p><p>Mathew John</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-19172185996195514682008-04-08T15:24:00.000-07:002008-11-15T00:35:12.603-08:00The Pre-Birthday.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr9_d7zZUyikofeu8D0prMljOjY39wtZfx4zOagWpt_IpFwJ3QnybXghXCKFgvKMIkrqia-fG6jf9lxXELy1JALLNEaFBg4iNHSjF6JZdI7cgVVnqIlHfFWgpsELDrmrTapGDhgBEE7Qc/s1600-h/scan0009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187004349919438546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr9_d7zZUyikofeu8D0prMljOjY39wtZfx4zOagWpt_IpFwJ3QnybXghXCKFgvKMIkrqia-fG6jf9lxXELy1JALLNEaFBg4iNHSjF6JZdI7cgVVnqIlHfFWgpsELDrmrTapGDhgBEE7Qc/s320/scan0009.jpg" border="0" /></a> Thank Elyse but most of the time I look hagard and confused. Each day i'm so lucky to getthe love and support from so many people. Blows my mind. Grateful.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187004358509373170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiboBGMRCL4dMzf0glJ_-u_qff_5WxrY6tx-xzlbXTeBq5Aadbqt5zrrCC26Uiwrx8zAF2MDLLp0DkK1ojTSSGf-tP6F2XB4LLh9z-FYq-TzYIDdqgfUBQ_cPu-4XafMuAUG3x9TcDzsMo/s320/scan0011.jpg" border="0" />This is from natasha it is from the same artist as the velvet postcard a month ago. Next visit to the island i'm stocking up. Natasha and I are those independent people not always attached to a lover. As she wrote "they (her friends) don't think I should date just anyone, that my creativity and being is too much for the common man." This made my search, even though I am not searching, bearable. Love will come and I'm not waiting anymore.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-BKl_hcfFhrqQ5YO8WD9Y1uPpXn41pfvJjbhsxNd2ZSahlJSvmM5HGHa6nxbjBkEzhPaeABlmIkLMtgHYuT05Iz1AvWUZMIpRY7pcZw4KFeSxvWyVZ1lkREkz2rh6RmXoVtctKo-NMzw/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187004354214405858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-BKl_hcfFhrqQ5YO8WD9Y1uPpXn41pfvJjbhsxNd2ZSahlJSvmM5HGHa6nxbjBkEzhPaeABlmIkLMtgHYuT05Iz1AvWUZMIpRY7pcZw4KFeSxvWyVZ1lkREkz2rh6RmXoVtctKo-NMzw/s320/scan0010.jpg" border="0" /></a>Turn you head.<br />This comes from a first timer, Becky VB. It has a similar look to one by my other pen pals Becky. Weird? I never know how to scan in home made cards. It brought me back to days of my childhood playing with my sisters nail polish. </div><div align="center">I did have a nice spring day.<br /></div><div align="center">Tomorrow I turn 23. </div><div align="center">Watch out world,</div><div align="center">Mathew John </div><script type="text/javascript"><br /><br /><br /><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._initData();<br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /><br /><br /><br /></script><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-311699325897125132008-04-06T16:44:00.000-07:002008-11-15T00:35:12.936-08:00Weird Week.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186283065996650178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCoywfRbAZxR669FjsmtHqsTGGQrR7cXkkl7pbrPSgBdVSjr1dD6Qqn99tMuph5YY5NLkN_RZl4p4mZwntr0n2YbVbBiGl1xiNHQvmvQhr6IE03gCNJQmIj56O4301OwGB8OW8Vr_xmXM/s320/scan0008.jpg" border="0" />I know I have weeks where I can;t commit my hand to the letter. This week was weird because I didn't get a single piece of mail all week. Left early on Friday so just got the mail. Thank Anja. From Bum to penis, my mailman must love it. I wonder how much someone paid for this work of art. I guess anything Andy Warhol will collect many pennies.<br /><br />Anyway I was writing cards all last week. Hopefully there is more to come. As exams approach the more stress my writing becomes. On the upside Going to Quebec City will give me new stories and new cards.<br /><br />Till the summer begins,<br />Mathew John<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-61492073120229706962008-04-01T15:54:00.000-07:002008-04-01T16:00:01.094-07:00Sent~MarchMarch 4th<br />Liz C.<br />Charley<br /><br />March 6th<br />Sophie<br /><br />March 7th<br />Erin I<br />Dona<br />Grands<br />Elyse<br />Kate K.<br />Erin G.<br />Amelia A.<br />Danny<br />Miranda<br /><br />March 10th<br />Francine<br />Elyse<br />Natasha<br />Neal<br />Chyzyks<br /><br />March 13th<br />Sophie<br />Anja<br /><br />March 16<br />Charley's Parents<br />Katie S.<br /><br />March 18th<br />Elyse<br />Amelia M<br />Bryony<br />Grands<br />Erin G.<br /><br />March 24<br />Neal<br />Natasha<br /><br />March 28th<br />Mark C.<br />Rachel N.<br /><br />March 31st<br />Kortnay<br />Anja<br />Megan Brooks<br />Sean B.<br />Erin G.<br />Becky<br />Ben D.<br />David<br />Auntie Pat<br /><br />39 Pieces of mail.<br /><br />Mathew John<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-71441234012359816552008-04-01T15:38:00.000-07:002008-11-15T00:35:14.445-08:00The Week's Beauty.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184410309931738690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8xJMhaIBKV7nDlBi3wTkUfkZbKGbi9brW5rAzWYzrkKzjRRVF9R4Odo7K0uPDqGl7VDmnJAzhdbrrtj8-3QInrzy5TzU5_8MGQdFCMbZZ9DpaR6tmh7VHftVB8kjxki3pdCROE5H-Nw/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">The week I wasn't home I had alot of mail. Up top is a type written letter from Charley She cut out the cutest heart on the envelope. </div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTAPte3yRF_V54H-Vxfl5Z1H4MqStSt9g6fEg-rdOBu9U3mqTiOWTnzDjrLsRje6zun_jNfmtHhCPlvFPumGcp1yw0wGoQ8mHnVmqjDX2rQCIoVfQaWcNh_HmG_3dkkZmGsEBAF6Eb6jw/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184411602716894850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTAPte3yRF_V54H-Vxfl5Z1H4MqStSt9g6fEg-rdOBu9U3mqTiOWTnzDjrLsRje6zun_jNfmtHhCPlvFPumGcp1yw0wGoQ8mHnVmqjDX2rQCIoVfQaWcNh_HmG_3dkkZmGsEBAF6Eb6jw/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A New-Old penpal Annalise. We worked together at the Gap and have a chance to live in Quebec this summer. Hopefully it will work out. (If only I could get news either way.)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdnpe9c1uDRLJYqvgg-E5r1n7f3RTslkzjXuTiRKCfteTtGUuchQqvRQr5RyAGYdlUdOyT7k9vbJ0psaCvj9Iv9z_5b8dVQ3n_o3oU1MFmuDJzh8UMOQd39bWXIdv72087WXPjWlLWTC4/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184411611306829458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdnpe9c1uDRLJYqvgg-E5r1n7f3RTslkzjXuTiRKCfteTtGUuchQqvRQr5RyAGYdlUdOyT7k9vbJ0psaCvj9Iv9z_5b8dVQ3n_o3oU1MFmuDJzh8UMOQd39bWXIdv72087WXPjWlLWTC4/s320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Dgrk_AjMhsONPe90WlHCvuu7yrrZmQsLnZA_uhqy2PMFbxqY5y0obv2XYla-lDcJb_ykn2kqH7zr1zMw72nzWdWJmpmmA8pufXNtb0zbg378oJjVYB4DXaq_d-dEr_O2q2pJlqh1GL4/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"></a>Hello Natasha you brighten my day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYY-v-bRyN9Db1wVMixzQEN6RTjkwus3IV7LWbsXy5_SSZGZVqUT5ewPa547BMz3o2l0TmcR_2qGdxkoj3LzxUFM9EsAMmuvkStfrL_PATBeLDfX_wVtJbQ6Ck8mZON9qzQMeo74crwSE/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184411276299380322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYY-v-bRyN9Db1wVMixzQEN6RTjkwus3IV7LWbsXy5_SSZGZVqUT5ewPa547BMz3o2l0TmcR_2qGdxkoj3LzxUFM9EsAMmuvkStfrL_PATBeLDfX_wVtJbQ6Ck8mZON9qzQMeo74crwSE/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div>Anja, you brighten other things.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NcC3WfmLtFnqp3oBntSiAS6qXSrTsQvaJiUkiYu3Wb4r20Bkweqz0nXbfFo01qBfZZBhiGYU2iSEySu8lbn84H9Hf78EsfamIK3INhJ5hGG4930UJJiq5AreS7YF2SkeUUPIS3483eo/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184411280594347634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NcC3WfmLtFnqp3oBntSiAS6qXSrTsQvaJiUkiYu3Wb4r20Bkweqz0nXbfFo01qBfZZBhiGYU2iSEySu8lbn84H9Hf78EsfamIK3INhJ5hGG4930UJJiq5AreS7YF2SkeUUPIS3483eo/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My friend Seema who disappeared to Montreal only to find out we lived only blocks from each other. This Atlantic City card was written in July but sent in March. I happen to do this all the time. I should write a post on how many half written/unsent postcards I have. </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8dw0IYOU93I0-Z4Yj7BPXoCgg4giMLSXXvlpsrEXQFYMo9CckRCLplvNeugBDLnpWnhZzlD0UIYeE6RyQGALTxjwnAcFrdTd2CpBtaR8qzRyQtFzE3DV1kJVe6ve0wd8fj4b5RKysGo/s1600-h/scan0036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184410576219711058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8dw0IYOU93I0-Z4Yj7BPXoCgg4giMLSXXvlpsrEXQFYMo9CckRCLplvNeugBDLnpWnhZzlD0UIYeE6RyQGALTxjwnAcFrdTd2CpBtaR8qzRyQtFzE3DV1kJVe6ve0wd8fj4b5RKysGo/s320/scan0036.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div>Kate K. is my idol. My teacher of history when I travelled abroad. She inspired me to become a teacher and i have sent her enough pieces of mail to create an actual correspondence. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The last 2 day I have had an empty mail box. Also coming down with the flu. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>EIIK!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Mathew John </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-26724722797447732242008-03-30T18:30:00.000-07:002008-11-15T00:35:14.637-08:00Sunday Bed Time: 7:30PM<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HTJuMmi_OB6Bhu-f4PyDQuHx4TRBMZqkVGSbiqOMnHtw0SWYpFN_GQOkHvoBEheCoOK9HsnXA8m2aF9TPGRbfKSIENv6Z07dIQdYpB2WMwLsC2cSCVLlqMeuBnxkF21-TStuEUgYzsg/s1600-h/scan0035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183712609674372658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HTJuMmi_OB6Bhu-f4PyDQuHx4TRBMZqkVGSbiqOMnHtw0SWYpFN_GQOkHvoBEheCoOK9HsnXA8m2aF9TPGRbfKSIENv6Z07dIQdYpB2WMwLsC2cSCVLlqMeuBnxkF21-TStuEUgYzsg/s320/scan0035.jpg" border="0" /></a>I have been away from my home and mailbox. Also so busy with school I fell behind on letter to everyone. Tonight is dedicated to my bed and writing and sending out thank you cards. Busy busy. I did get great cards from long lost pen pals. This week I will get everything up.<br /><br />Always write on the back of letters. It's a great personal touch. They just give the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">receiver</span> and the sender a little heartbeat.<br /><br />Into bed,<br />Mathew John<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-5424158896873844332008-03-24T17:35:00.000-07:002008-11-15T00:35:15.000-08:00The on-going story.<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFDR49yku2S2tV8Ux8F0i7bqviz5i6OQvZQtLHddp8zUgKxwm9A1wFiwI69sryzt_B-n2-Q9rcmkWekEZtLnB3cNcUHmaJEwFsAEi7FpysbNlS-TFjy_qm8OFWlYr6rKLifMTkVcRt-E/s1600-h/scan0032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181472092739773938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFDR49yku2S2tV8Ux8F0i7bqviz5i6OQvZQtLHddp8zUgKxwm9A1wFiwI69sryzt_B-n2-Q9rcmkWekEZtLnB3cNcUHmaJEwFsAEi7FpysbNlS-TFjy_qm8OFWlYr6rKLifMTkVcRt-E/s320/scan0032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />“Once upon a time there was a young boy and girl who wanted to find love. So they set out on a quest together. In each town they found handsome men who were brave chivalrous knights, but still, what they seeked continued to elude them. They had been travelling for many months and their will to go on was fading, when at last they happened upon a tall and foreboding castle set high upon a treacherous cliff. Both knew at once that this was where their lover lay. They scaled the cliff, each step bringing them closer to the dark castle finally they reached the summit and saw a light…” ~Sept. 20th 2007</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181476151483868690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypHKVc_3rW0M9NPHpBcwSq8zVEQgHse_eA4UfM4ZHd1SVgLNlzzvlf52zJgt-iaXB-rv88N-fVT-xVAQc0EHCEsxY9130mmIgmEl-L4hosFs_wGJLpcytyraMtj-m9Ub26T1jIonP2pw/s320/scan0033.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>“…The golden glow spilled out onto the floor from an open doorway of a hall. They made towards it. They hesitated when they reached the threshold, but curiosity drove them in. Inside the room, which was made of stone (as it was the turret of the castle) lay two marble platforms. In the candlelight they could make out the sleeping forms of two men. They approached them and tried to wake them. Nothing would work, they were enchanted…” ~Oct. 21 2007</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>to be continued...</div><div>Mathew John</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-64059032404327407402008-03-20T15:14:00.000-07:002008-11-15T00:35:15.170-08:00Not feeling it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlGCkvaE2v2CGvYDS9VYkSdmqOeio7UW2enyXOpnuzaUl3vgUuMNgX-mTECvtrREA6slCT0pPO3_4OqNOgqUYERlpvHFyic9EW3nVHvy938La_KA-ZFxWwiMFNqXMSRvWib7v9K68y3g/s1600-h/scan0031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179951124561176002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlGCkvaE2v2CGvYDS9VYkSdmqOeio7UW2enyXOpnuzaUl3vgUuMNgX-mTECvtrREA6slCT0pPO3_4OqNOgqUYERlpvHFyic9EW3nVHvy938La_KA-ZFxWwiMFNqXMSRvWib7v9K68y3g/s320/scan0031.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lately I have been feeling a little slumpy. (I haven't run since Sunday) After quiting love, my crush factor is low. Even if crush don't ever work out they just keep the motivation for love following. Alas I don't see anyone close to me worthy of a crush. With it being the first day of spring all i want to do is lay in my bed and read. The donations are pouring in, then thank you letters are taking a little longer to drain out. Thank the heavens for Easter weekends. Also thank them again for Erin G. and this lovely little card.<br /><br />Let's all sin a little this weekend,<br />Mathew John<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br /><br /><br /><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._initData();<br /><br /><br /><br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /><br /><br /><br /></script></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-15332024254468217022008-03-19T13:55:00.000-07:002008-11-15T00:35:15.272-08:00Much needed.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6BC5p8trVbqBoTB8YOFgd_1GA-jXjB35wPDyowML2HxVnPU2uRq1g9g1dYklQANYIR6Vv8cLGcwsuJhigmUy24wyIEL9s2b6xqrcG7IWC_Y_br3QaLpcCkefsQ-5xNq9S84GT04hBDA/s1600-h/scan0030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179559711306589602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6BC5p8trVbqBoTB8YOFgd_1GA-jXjB35wPDyowML2HxVnPU2uRq1g9g1dYklQANYIR6Vv8cLGcwsuJhigmUy24wyIEL9s2b6xqrcG7IWC_Y_br3QaLpcCkefsQ-5xNq9S84GT04hBDA/s320/scan0030.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>Sad to have 2 days in a row without anything. </div><div>I threw the mail down and this slipped out. </div><div> </div><div>Hidden Gem. </div><div> </div><div>Mathew John<br /><br /></div><script type="text/javascript"><br /><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br /><br />pageTracker._initData();<br /><br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /><br /></script><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294055146462165326.post-10048600592740893312008-03-18T10:44:00.001-07:002008-11-15T00:35:16.251-08:00Salvation Army.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3XR37kNWnLgI23lnVLKl5J7XKYLJ2WpSvYR2WtqQ7wiQy9zz3rfU3M7D08sz9_wEdjFtQdqnvPoBxoNPxByCKYe3Ca4E29n8IGR9YJUmpY9HKoyBSPO8Pku9TBm9RqLkcuUDFPVt2rx0/s1600-h/scan0024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179139628891557538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3XR37kNWnLgI23lnVLKl5J7XKYLJ2WpSvYR2WtqQ7wiQy9zz3rfU3M7D08sz9_wEdjFtQdqnvPoBxoNPxByCKYe3Ca4E29n8IGR9YJUmpY9HKoyBSPO8Pku9TBm9RqLkcuUDFPVt2rx0/s320/scan0024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I bought these at Ikea. I bought a pack last week and went back for more.<br />Sophie and I while living in Montreal had a horrendous occasion with preparing artichokes.<br />(I didn't know the hearts were easily bought in jars.) The 5 pack of art cards was on sale for 1.49<br />The rest are all thrift store finds:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSKnAb8uOHXHHjj_qWsy_wWtJmhw68NmDeupCbTL2i76geOm-onJfSv_A3-ALzB_2vusIubt6sf8LzfzUdczKt5_dXpbxbVWf2A6QZc_XgUpk3FTJ0asK3ofDH3sPpiBAF5cBN3k6aAb0/s1600-h/scan0026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179139633186524850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSKnAb8uOHXHHjj_qWsy_wWtJmhw68NmDeupCbTL2i76geOm-onJfSv_A3-ALzB_2vusIubt6sf8LzfzUdczKt5_dXpbxbVWf2A6QZc_XgUpk3FTJ0asK3ofDH3sPpiBAF5cBN3k6aAb0/s320/scan0026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh5XhyzagMFYp24KRD0Q22GyxF1oWKmc4rD9VaQbUVLL5i7j3dJ3D47azLIRHVEYyfZp6S5Q5PvuVoqbWGlpaxJkyMZR77uUHPfrP5eIhTMJZdIxuIq5PQ3yYrG4CIqHGcXd01QJqbZvs/s1600-h/scan0027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179139633186524866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh5XhyzagMFYp24KRD0Q22GyxF1oWKmc4rD9VaQbUVLL5i7j3dJ3D47azLIRHVEYyfZp6S5Q5PvuVoqbWGlpaxJkyMZR77uUHPfrP5eIhTMJZdIxuIq5PQ3yYrG4CIqHGcXd01QJqbZvs/s320/scan0027.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6WKqRJcvKauOOkZjyrNcv2asxjuyhPbay5c3YRBkjM6DUjvpHJukmj-qenJCqhIWjAIlAKDUCgzv1_ZsmoH7z5fdMshAQtQO9UdlKx5AIHjZ7AFNTAknX7vJQrCEos4MO4x8cpTaY5YY/s1600-h/scan0028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179139637481492178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6WKqRJcvKauOOkZjyrNcv2asxjuyhPbay5c3YRBkjM6DUjvpHJukmj-qenJCqhIWjAIlAKDUCgzv1_ZsmoH7z5fdMshAQtQO9UdlKx5AIHjZ7AFNTAknX7vJQrCEos4MO4x8cpTaY5YY/s320/scan0028.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD-tBMYm4plgKgR6kgkUSyIkuDCOWSc3Uhx0ZkIw-YqmoGeGL6HDNthmSUvNXHRV9lDV5LXLc9GiHGouOeHapPXLEzXQzAMWQC3w4Bly3D27760PUVHXkmfclr9-Tl3sdhUuhrB7l4HhA/s1600-h/scan0025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179139641776459490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD-tBMYm4plgKgR6kgkUSyIkuDCOWSc3Uhx0ZkIw-YqmoGeGL6HDNthmSUvNXHRV9lDV5LXLc9GiHGouOeHapPXLEzXQzAMWQC3w4Bly3D27760PUVHXkmfclr9-Tl3sdhUuhrB7l4HhA/s320/scan0025.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I was on the major hunt for thank you cards. Mission accomplished. If your wanting to find some cards to send the Salvation Army off of Glenmore Trail in the SE has an amazing selection. Each for 29 cents. So if you want one of these, let me know and I will get to sending it out.<br /><br />Checking the mail for today,<br />Mathew John<br /><br /><br /><script type="text/javascript"><br /><br />var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");<br /><br />pageTracker._initData();<br /><br />pageTracker._trackPageview();<br /><br /></script><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript">
var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");
document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));
</script>
<script type="text/javascript">
var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-3852595-1");
pageTracker._initData();
pageTracker._trackPageview();
</script></div>Mathew Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05650086071784421097noreply@blogger.com0