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Fibonacci Mail Art

by Lisa Creech Bledsoe on February 20, 2010 · 3 comments

in Art & Books

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The only thing better than getting mail art is getting Fibonnacci mail art.

Well, I’ll allow that quantum mail art of some variety would be wicked cool too: imagine the possiblities for up, down, charm, and strange quark postcards. Or a Heisenberg card: you’d never know for certain both when it had been sent and when it arrived. But you could know one of those things.

Sorry, I’ll stop with the geek jokes now. I was talking about my birthday.

Because I had one last fall, and a month or so later my dear artist/author/sometime-zombie friend sent me this postcard with a Fibonacci series on it. She cuts this stuff out of extra copies of one of the books she’s published and then glues, sews, draws, and sends off dozens of these art-o-licious cards to people around the world, who also send her mail art back. She puts it all on her mail art blog and if you love getting mail art you should leave a comment over there and ask because she sends it to anyone, free! Amazing, in this day and age.

But my birthday. Mary Jo knows I love to extend the party as long as possible, so she helps me with that by reminding me to keep on celebrating. My birthday cards can NEVER be late. It just isn’t possible. I’d go the whole year if I could do it and not be disowned by my family.

And linking my birthday with art, extension of partytime, and Fibonnacci? Well, that’s quite a dramatic statement. A Fibonacci sequence falls into the following pattern:

0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89…

Each number is the sum of the previous two. Sounds simple, right? It is simple, but it is also astonishing. This beautiful spiraling series is all over the place: in sunflower heads, pine cones, avacados, pineapples, honeybees, nautilus shells, and ferns. Many flowering, curling, swooping things are designed and unfold in a Fibonacci series.

I might just spiral through my celebrations in an endless swoon of mathematical artistry.

You never thought about it quite that way, did you?

By the way, I just got her Christmas (New Year’s, Martin Luther King Jr., Valentine’s Day) card in the mail. I have the coolest friends imaginable.

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Arse-Kicking Playlist

November 10, 2009
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This just in, via @renewabelle, a woman who knows how to bring some tuneage. Since she made and delivered this list through iTunes (I didn’t expect y’all to actually PURCHASE me tunes, only suggest them, but this is freakalicious, thank you very much) we learned that iTunes will tell you if the other person has [...]

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My Birthday Month Wish List

November 8, 2009
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November is my birthday: all Glowbird (that’s my Twitter name), all the time. I even have a hashtag that has nothing to do with mustaches or writing novels: My hashtag is #nanoglomo, and it stands for National November is Glowbird’s [Birthday] Month. It can be affixed to your tweets as you discuss your plans; that [...]

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Electric Lizard Hair and the Blue Duck Cake

August 22, 2009
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By the time the Ice’s fifth birthday party drew near, he had been thinking and planning out his options like a grad student plans a thesis. There were three primary components. The Hair The first was that he had determined by a thorough research of the subject that he was going — by the age [...]

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Well, it isn’t a dinner PLAN

July 25, 2007

I love the day after a birthday. Today I came home with great anticipation, and lo, a slice had survived. I’m realistic: I live in a house with four men. I figure I had approximately a one in fifty shot at a second serving of last night’s birthday cake. Well, I played the birthday cake [...]

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Ancient; Yea, Crumbling Into Dust

January 16, 2007

Tonight the Maker got his new basketball team jersey. He bounced out of the gym and into the car and announced: “My number is 12! One-two!” And he proudly showed off his shiny new shirt, it’s slippery netted surface glinting in the moonlight. On the ride home, he expounded on the great good fortune of [...]

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