ode to mail

ok, i haven't actually written any prose on the subject, but don't tempt me... i love mail. that whole moment of sheer anticipation, of possibility, before you open your mailbox, when there could be anything inside... yup, completely robbed of that little pleasure in life every day - one of the downfalls of not having a real address.

but... you can send me mail! and then i'll get mail! and it will be even better than at home because it will be letters from you instead of unsolicited credit card offers and pleas for charitable contributions.

how? you say... but of course:

between jan 23 and mar 20, i'll be collecting mail sent to this address:
c/o department of conservation
turanga place
private bag
turangi
NEW ZEALAND

the rest of the time, i'll be relying on poste restante, the equivalent of the USPS general delivery system.

poste restante
(insert city here)
NEW ZEALAND

in this case, i have to GO to the post office and ASK for my mail. so if you try to surprise me, i won't know to ask, and i probably won't get it. so when (isn't that optimistic? i said when, not if) you send me something, please let me know via email.

oh yeah, electronic communications. also welcomed. leave a comment here, send me an email... i expect that i will check about once a week - when i cross an internet cafe travelling or on my days off while at the park.

POSTE RESTANTE SCHEDULE - the city i indicated to be inserted above and the approximate date i plan to be there (i'll add to this as i sort out my plans)

14 jan - paihia

yup, not much to it now. but i'll get around to fixing that at some point.