girl at large

ok folks, today's earlier bonhumeur has evaporated in the face of yet another sad, empty mailbox (aside from the previously mentioned New Yorkers earlier in the week). it's even been two months since my Grandmother Eileen has written me about the status of the weather and contents of the obits in Edgar, Nebraska!
email is fine and dandy, but to follow are just a few of the reasons that i (and sometimes i feel that is i alone!) regularly practice the ancient art of handwriting letters and postcards.
handwritten letters/postcards:
>can be sniffed. crunchy types: never underestimate the ability of patchuli oil/incense to travel internationally.
>can be carried in mon sac a main for a few days in anticipation of random joyful re-reading at a cafe, on the plage, in the train, etc.
>can be tacked to a wall or frigo without having to put another 50 euro ink cartridge in the printer.
>(old envelopes) make handy bookmarks and post-it-note replacements
>can be held for ransom if containing scandalous confessions written whilst drunk.
>can be riffled through in old shoe boxes a decade later, on a significant birthday or after a nasty break up to reassure oneself that yes, indeed, someone loved them once enough to write it down.
>have nifty stamps and postmarks on the envelopes that can still, amidst all this technology, amuse a youngster. (even if only long enough to tear them up)
>rarely contain viruses.
so, i am issuing a CHALLENGE. the first three people to WRITE a letter/postcard to me will receive a one year magazine subscription of my choice and a Christmas card from me, every year, for life.
17 rue Docteur Rostan apt. 2
Antibes, France 06600