Knowing is half the battle

Designed by a nerduo, printed by us

We’re going to get a good workout at the studio when this BATTLE shirt goes to press.

Its been the fastest selling design on our site.

In commemoration of G.I. Joe, I present my favorite fake PSA.

Look at all your different colored hats!

Oh hi

Long time no see

So we’re having a fine brunch and my visiting friend says I never update my journal.
And he’s right.
I’ve been awful remiss.

Then just yesterday I read an interview with Jeff Harris, a fellow that has been taking a photo of his life for the past 10 years.

His site was one of the biggest inspirations for me to start playing with a camera. As he faces cancer, he reflects on the past decade and his work.

“Even the repetition makes it interesting.” he says.

And I remember that’s one of the things I got out of all this — I was always hoping to see patterns emerge from my own life through these photos.

But more than that, I wanted to share the days with my friends and family.

Then things got muddled somehow. Self imposed deadlines, comment guilt, forlorn with my own visual repetition, wondering if I was thinking too much. This, that, and the other thing.

It just wasn’t simple.

So I stripped it all down and started anew over here in the album. And I hopped on that short update thing and the yearbook exploded site.

Yeah, I’m still around.

And things are well outside of the screen!

Just trying to stay outta trouble.

Sleeves rolled up.

Tipping my hat whenever possible.

Trying to make sense of it all and keepin’ my eye out for patterns.

Current music: OMD “Of All The Things We’ve Made”

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somewhat of a relic

transfer type

We used to make things with this transfer type.
It started with a sketch.
A plan.
Then casting a baseline with mechanical pencil and metal cork-backed ruler.
Laying each letter down, one by one.

Man.
Talk about arduous.

In other news, we’re using the last hour of the workday this week to super-clean the studio.
That’s how we turned up this Letraset.

Current music: Ray LaMontagne “Lesson Learned”

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lunchbag puppets

Oh hi there

My friends had a birthday party for their youngest yesterday.
A bit of a miracle that one year old.
I like these friends and don’t see them enough.
Their house is filled with life.
Right out in their front yard is a vegetable garden.
On the day I visited, the back was filled with families and kids running all around.
There was a slip and slide,
tables filled with summery salads,
brownies and cake.
Inside, an activity room had these lunchbag puppets lined up saying, “photograph me!”

Current music: Grizzly Bear “While You Wait For The Others”

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All Tomorrow’s Parties

In the UK

So somehow I ended up on a plane and a train and a bus, and now I’m in Minehead which is in Somerset I think, which is most definitely in the UK.

This marks my first time to this country.

Exciting.

I should be out experiencing things, but I thought I’d pop on and say howdy.

Hope to enjoy lots of the bands performing at this edition of All Tomorrow’s Parties.

I’ll be posting photos here through the weekend: PhotosUK Trip photos

the day went unplanned

as days sometimes go

I put some miles on the ol’ Rabbit, and today I woke up to a flat.

Before fussing with the jack and spare, I texted neighbor / almost-a-relative Amy
to see if she’d pop over with can of Fix-a-Flat.

She obliged and now I owe her big time.

Spent a good chunk of the afternoon sitting around a service bay while my trusty hatchback got a deluxe spa treatment and new rubber all around.

Then my laptop went broke again.

I figure after all is said and done, I’ve had more than enough bad mojo to satisfy the needs of an email chain letter my sister forwarded to me this week.

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how the ferns have grown

fractal nature

19 days ago, these ferns were just peeking out of the ground.

Amazing how quickly they grow.

The cycle of life is not lost during moments like these, but it is coupled with sadness as we learned our friend’s mom lost her battle to cancer this day.

Upon hearing the news, she made arrangements to fly out of Dayton–spending the night at our house before heading to be with her family.

We sat there on the patio that evening, raising a toast to her mom and reflecting on all sorts of life’s complexities that somehow neatly interlock.

All the while the ferns framing our outdoor space glowed by candlelight—waving a slow perimeter between us and the darkness of the yard, and everything beyond.