Thursday, November 19, 2009

It's because I've been to bed one time this week.

Dear Patrick,
Come to the print sale so I can finally get some sleep.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

It's because I like Spike.

Dear Patrick,
This is my t shirt design for the sale.

Last semester Drive By Press came and printed t shirts from woodblocks. We thought it was so cool that we decided to do the same thing for this sale. I like the idea a lot. So, today I tested it out on my own and made Spike a shirt. It's a little light but good for my first try.

Friday, November 13, 2009

It's because if there is one thing I have learned in college it's that sleep IS optional.

Dear Patrick,
Disclaimer: this upcoming week will be filled with shameless self promotion. I started printing on little Moleskine sketchbooks... journals... notebooks... whatever. Each one is different than its brother.
My favorite so far:All my love,
Mr. F
PS Please come to the sale. You won't be disappointed. I promise. Thursday 6-9, Friday 10-7. Come.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

It's because hermits are people too.

Dear Patrick,
Okay. I'm still at school. Still going strong at 4:30 AM. I'm just so excited about my new prints. See?
I've made 10 so far. Each has a different sentence I've found in old books (this one is not from a book, it's from Rilo Kiley). This is what the others say:
  • The carrot had help too.
  • It was, in short, a time when Eskimo Pies were not to be sneezed at in the marketplace.
  • Meat! We are going to eat some meat.
  • prepare yourself for a juicy thing.
  • and not even the Bolsheviks could frighten people away from the era of wonderful nonsense.
  • "And I do not think," said the Canadian
  • "I'm smart to a point," he said without spirit
  • You haven't forgotten your lemonade
  • the midget marched off fifteen more yards and called back, "How do I smell from here?"
And this is why I don't have friends,

PS the annual print sale is next Thursday and Friday, the 19th and 20th of November. These and all sorts of other beauties will be for sale. For cheap, cheap, cheap. So are you coming or what?

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

It's because art history is fun for everyone.

Dear Patrick,
If you think for one second that I could find THIS and not post it, you're wrong. Girl With The Pearl Earring lego style. Brilliance.
Love, Adrienne
PS Back for round 2 Randy Watts? Fine. Thanks for killing my voting excitement, residents of Logan.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

It's because every time you don't vote, a kitten dies.

Dear Patrick,
It's the happiest day of the year! Election Day. I love Election Day. Probably mostly because no one has ever made up a song for the holiday containing a fictional character who magically comes to life and creepily dances around with children or guides a fat man to safety with his cold red nose. Election Day always brings back some of my favorite parts of my life. It reminds me of the time that Jessie and I stayed up late the night before Election Day blowing up red, white, and blue balloons so that we could secretly decorate the apartment with streamers and patriotism and watch the confusion of our roommates in the morning. No big deal, neither of us were registered to vote in Logan. So what else were we supposed to do but have an all-American dinner: hot dogs, apple pie, and root beer. It also reminds me of my funniest year of high school when my friend, Brooke, and I made a different politically themed t shirt every day of third quarter. My favorite said, "Aaron Burr is my homeboy". And then I think of when Mr. Ochoa nearly cried when we ceremoniously gave him a signed and framed t shirt that said, "Save a tree, don't take AP". Of course, we were currently taking his AP class. Segwaying back to the real topic now. I love voting. It makes me feel so powerful. It lets me say "Hell no, Randy Watts, you and your stupid ideas of beautification will not be plaguing my life or my house anymore" and then my ballot kindly flips him the bird. Voting lets the cynical voice inside of me out and allows me to decide the change I want to see in my tiny baby town. And it gives me legitimate rights to complain for the rest of the year. I love.
Happy Election Day, citizens!