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 new designs for 

NOTHING.
Maybe I was creating a message for my mom? Or a beautiful design? Or a note to my brother begging him to stop slowly poisoning my parakeet and calling me Oot Head.
and tanning booths at Golden Tan in
was a class called Printmaking.
*Actual linocut carved while under Sr. Bernardine’s tutelage. 
With backpack securely fastened over both shoulders, I proudly marched through the alley-entrance onto the school playground/parking lot.
My heart sank.
HOW COULD THEY?! THE AGONY! Thank God my call home from the nurses office only resulted in my mom coaxing me to stay at school long enough to have my picture taken, otherwise there wouldn’t be this evidence. THANK GOD.
…And someday I’d enact my telekinetic revenge…
These modern services enable my dwindling desire to engage with the outside world.
Just look at that commute! Ridiculous.




But I barely remember that! I barely remember crying and sulking in my bedroom! Because this was the Lord’s day, not mine!
So much blood. So many tears. And my friend was sent home??? WHY MOM, WHY?!
