Monday, 6 October 2008

My love gave me two other things that she took home from her grandmother’s apartment, and which she forgot to give me right away. It are two birthday cards with flexi-records in them:

I fully realise that we, eh, that I am probably reaching the bottom of your attention span with this kind of material, but I feel an impossible to deny inner urge to describe records like these.
In German a record is called a ”Schallplatte”, and these singing postcards are called ”SchallKarten”. That is a nice name. Here is what is on these Schallkarten:




2008-10-08 01:05:46

No you’re NOT reaching the bottom of my attention span with this kind of material!

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