People (my mom) always (whenever she feigns interest) ask me, “where do you get this stuff?” Type, cabinets, printer’s cuts, ink, chases, quoins, sticks, cutters, furniture, leads, slugs, tympan, rollers… letterpress takes up a lot more space than this tidy little laptop. I wonder if that’s one of the reasons people stopped using it? I doubt it.
Jen and I both agreed that our favorite salvaging-situation involved a compulsive hoarder with a murder/torture-pit (alleged) in his basement. This house had it all; two commercial espresso machines:
two Kluge Printing Presses:
(just in case you’re wondering: TWO Kluge Printing presses are massive and would look like this if not covered in books, dvd’s, televisions, kleenex boxes, grocery bags, magazines and mail):
a family-style restaurant booth: (this suspiciously barricaded the basement door)
dozens of old computers: (so sentimental)
“stackable” type cabinets: (we took these)
and this:
and this:
Oh, here’s a fun game:
Can you find the treasure in this photographic vignette?:
How about here?:
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Oh, well. Enough of the sweet, sweet memories. Here’s part of our latest salvage:
And a bear wandered up to a strip mall last week in Cottage Grove. I felt it should be commemorated.
Look if you must. Sometimes it is better to face the painful, it desensitizes the mind.
Mother’s Day is coming up but you don’t have to get your mom a card.
Well, congratulations Doctor Hvorostovsky!
I have only one thing to say:
I won’t complain about the weather because that’s about as interesting as listening to someone list their health problems. But I WILL say this:
Oh fine, here’s a new card inspired by the endless Winter:
