View from the house this morning. Can't beat first tracks. #ramblings
We've launched some new prints recently. Old Dominion is back in stock in a different color combo. For all you Alabama football fans, we added a Fifteen Good Years print to commemorate some great seasons. Missouri folks, go check out a print just for you called Paper Flag.
Just in case you missed it, we recently launched a collaboration with Buffalo Jackson, an amazing company and friend. You can read more about Buffalo Jackson and our partnership here on our blog. We've got two National Parks-inspired prints in our shop - Buffalo and Jackson.
Around The Corner
We're excited to announce that Old Try prints are now available in Alexandria, VA. Visit our friends at Rock Paper Scissors and check out some of their fun wares.
"Wanted to shoot you folks an email telling you how tickled I am with my recent goodies...I think the letterpress paper brings out that special amber sparkle in the decanter of scotch ... what do you think?"
Yes, yes indeed.
This foam finger here was last used during the Ole Miss run to the Sweet 16 in 2001. If you look under the nails, you can possibly see the holes that I wore through this as I was both metaphorically and actually biting my nails up until the end of every game.
Hopefully she sees us just as far this time.
Fight Fight for your Ole Miss!
Well friends, our shirt printers messed up. And by messed up, I mean printed up 3 Carolina blue and white shirts in medium. Read that again. MEDIUM. That's it. We don't have any other size, y'all.
And we don't sell em. So howabout we give em away? The Heels play in like 2 hours! Giveaway! Excitement!
Enter a couple ways:
By David Wagoner
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
and you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
you are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
where you are. You must let it find you.
No idea how these beauts from Jönköping, Sweden made it into our match drawer. But they did. And I had to share them because the box is beautiful. Then, of course, I get tied up reading about em.
The short of it: these matches were patented in 1927 by Ivan Kruger, the Match King of Sweden, though they claim to've been around for one hundred twenty years. They ship all over the world and end up in junk drawers of the truly discerning.
Never too late to invest in the match game. Big growth industry. Until it goes up in flames, of course.
What I Learned From My Mother
By Julia Kasdorf
I learned from my mother how to love
the living, to have plenty of vases on hand
in case you have to rush to the hospital
with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants
still stuck to the buds. I learned to save jars
large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole
grieving household, to cube home-canned pears
and peaches, to slice through maroon grape skins
and flick out the sexual seeds with a knife point.
I learned to attend viewings even if I didn’t know
the deceased, to press the moist hands
of the living, to look in their eyes and offer
sympathy, as though I understood loss even then.
I learned that whatever we say means nothing,
what anyone will remember is that we came.
I learned to believe I had the power to ease
awful pains materially like an angel.
Like a doctor, I learned to create
from another’s suffering my own usefulness, and once
you know how to do this, you can never refuse.
To every house you enter, you must offer
healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself,
the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.
Woke up the other morning to an inbox of emails from Bearings. I should prolly only subscribe to one, but I get all three.
So then I click over to Salemtown Board Company, out of Nashville. Thought it would be the same old story: couple of hip fellas, making boards, making mountains of cash (or going into insane debt), giving Nashville another craft made feather to fly in their coolest-thing-going cap.
Instead what I got, on a morning filled with a blanket of New England snow, was a story of compassion. Of neighborly love. Of care funded by commerce funded by crowds. I can't to say much more than is already, amazingly, captured in the film above.
Good on those guys. They inspire me.
Managed to roundup a group of friends for a much needed weekend of relaxation and fellowship up in the Granite State.
I mean, when you got 4 architects, 3 advertisers, a coffee baron, a scientist and a book publisher, a giant cabin with tons of bar games, a couple of bottles of bourbon, spring skiing with temps dang near 50 (after a delayed departure due to 12" of snow down in Boston), a drive through the country, Justin Timberlake hosting SNL, and a headstone of a world famous ventriloquist, how can you expect not to have a good time?
The Snow is Deep on the Ground
By Kenneth Patchen
The snow is deep on the ground.
Always the light falls
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.
This is a good world.
The war has failed.
God shall not forget us.
Who made the snow waits where love is.
Only a few go mad.
The sky moves in its whiteness
Like the withered hand of an old king.
God shall not forget us.
Who made the sky knows of our love.
The snow is beautiful on the ground.
And always the lights of heaven glow
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.
I was just trying to ascertain country of origin for a pair of Buffalo Jackson mocs. Sent an email. Heard back in short order from the founder. Said he was a fan. Flattered, I emailed a thank you. I then spent that money on something else. Prolly pizza and beers. Wish it would've been on this vest.
Fast forward to early 2013. We met up with Xan for breakfast in Charlotte. Which is where Buffalo Jackson is now. Their genesis story is about a man from Tennessee who was seeking God's will, moved West. Worked in the ministry. Started a business, a successful business. The kind of business CNN writes about. But home was calling. So he and the family moved back. To Charlotte. To invite strangers like us out to breakfast.
That was the last day of our Christmas trip, and I left inspired. By Xan. His vision for his company and his direction in life and the way he makes you feel like what you are doing is so much cooler than what he is doing. But it isn't, cause he does really great stuff.
Of course, we kept on talking, and that led to a couple of really great prints that are coming out just today. Two of them, one called Buffalo, one called Jackson. Two prints that celebrate the American West. A couple of prints that will raise some funds that we can send back to the parks. Prints that remind us of those summers we spent out West in college. Or those longer spells. Ones like Xan took.
I'm really pleased with how these things turned out. And I don't figure this is the last time you are going to see us team up. And heck, if you haven't been by now, go check out Buffalo Jackson.
I fully believe it is the little things that set one apart. Trying to take something to the next level. Doesn't mean you always have to go to 11, but if everyone else is at 6, why not 7? So when I saw the iPhone cables from Eastern Collective, I was smitten. So long ubiquitous white cable that will be 'borrowed' at the office and never returned. Hello, awesome woven cable that I will be able to spot from four cubes away.
In three seconds I'd ordered one. Of course, if one jumps in that quickly, one might misread and order the wrong cable. At which point one must eat crow when he receives the package, and email the guys up in Vermont to ask for an exchange, and to offer to pay for the difference in price and extra postage and what not, as one knows from being a small business himself, that postage isn't free and hassle isn't either.
Not only did the nice fellas at Eastern Collective cover the shipping and the difference in cost, they dropped in an auxiliary cable, gratis. I don't know what is in the water in Vermont (snow, maple syrup), but it makes folks kind and willing to go above and beyond.
So this is a thank you. An endorsement for Eastern Collective. Go order you a cable from those fellows in the Green Mountain State. But read the description before you click. Cause postage ain't free.