Imagine my surprise at finding my card being returned to me—not that it was easy to tell, but a the copy of my ill-yclept and autobiographical fidgetglyph, "(eyg)(eau)(auo)(Eft)," came bubbling up to the surface. With this one back to me, I now own one third of the total output of this mailing!
Qpidoremix, [Reworked Huthian Card], Reverse (Nov 2004)
Qpidoremix has decided to create a completely (well, nearly so) different card atop my card. Here we see the archeological concept of stratigraphy in action. His dramatic 39-Euro-cent Nederland stamps all but obliterate my stamp. He has covered my address to him with white and added my address. He has pasted on a few clippings of paper, highlighting huge sections, whiting out one section, and writing upon that exposed sandbar; he has added comments (including the universal "thnx") and notes, and a sticker. He's even added a footnote—"Frankfuter as WORST (würst)"—to his detourned note: "88. ich bin ein Berlinner." But I thought a Berliner was a jelly doughnut, what the Poles call a Pączki, which we have every Easter in commemoration of culinary fat.
Then there is the front of the card,
Qpidoremix, [Reworked Huthian Card], Obverse (Nov 2004)
which was a free postcard I'd picked up at a restaurant in New York City. Qpidoremix has rewritten the entire card and added appropriate illustrations, including quite a few hats. Does good old qp know what my surname means?
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