I know I'm not the only compulsive collector of zines out there, so I thought I might tell you that I'm putting some zines and magazines up on ebay:
eBay: The STUDIO ZINE Issue 16 "an odd little art journal" (item 6985756040 end time Nov-06-05 19:58:46 PST)
to help raise money for my upcoming leap of faith. :)
I'm an idiot, though, and goofed the title of this one. It's supposed to be Issue 6, not 16. I've probably cheated myself out of millions with that typo. Sigh.
Now, about Halloween. Happy Halloween!
At 4-6 we will be invaded by miniature vampires, ghosts, Harry Potters, Deathly Skeleton things, bumblebees, fairy princesses, pirates, zombies, and who knows what else. Maybe I'll keep a list. We'll also be invaded by not-so-miniature versions of these guys, trying to slip into the "up to age 12" trick-or-treat category that is welcome on Market Street and Ballard Avenue this afternoon. Last year we gave out something like 50 pounds of candy. I think we have a little less than that this year, so I'm hoping we don't run out. There could be chaos if we do. Anyway, anyone who is in Ballard and wants a shift at handing out the candy is welcome. Even 5 minutes is hard work, though! I do think we have the best candy ever... we have some gumballs that are shaped and colored like eyeballs, with a cherry gooey center. They really give me the creeps. Of course, we also have the traditional chocolate and witch's warts (which I was against, knowing many witches, none of whom have sour neon colored warts, thank you very much, but Scott liked the idea of them, so...) and even some plebian kit-kats. With almost all the stores in Ballard taking part, there will be much candy had by all and many little monsters with sugar rushes tonight.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Monday, October 24, 2005
big business news...
Hello.
I have some Big News to tell you about. We’ve not been sure how to announce this, because whatever we decided to do was going to be difficult to not only decide, but also tell folks about. This is a good decision for us, though. We are happy with it. Happy AND sad (or happysad as my friend Maggie used to say…) I felt like I should post about this here, too, because I know that a few of our customers actually read my boring blog, too! Heh.
After 6 1/2 years of having a shop in Ballard, we are closing the Turtle Press Studio & Store. We will still be able to bring you all the creativity you need, through our web site (http://www.turtlearts.com). We'll also have a smaller Outpost that will be open by appointment, or for "will call" pickups for orders you place by phone or through the web site. So, we'll definitely still be around. We just won't have the store part of our business anymore. Feel free to call, email, or stop us on the street if you need anything from us.
Why are we doing this? I know that if you're like me, you maybe smell gossip and want to know. :) Well, there are quite a few reasons, and if you ask, on any given day or hour I might tell you a different reason, but the main one is that our lease is up on our space, and we are unwilling to go along with the insanity of raising rents for storefront spaces right now. That's not to say that we'll never have a storefront again. But, for now, we're going to focus on the mail order side of the business, on selling to other stores, and on our magazine. We have plans for other projects in the works, too, so stay tuned.
So, we're consolidating some of our offerings quite a bit, and expanding some a whole lot too. We'll still be offering, in our Outpost or through mail order all of our own products, such as alphabet rubber stamps, collage supplies, recycled paper products, Tree Hugger blank books, a selection of environmentally friendly art supplies, and other treats. Other stuff we're going to be clearing out, and we'll be able to give you some great deals this month on art supplies, rubber stamps and supplies, books, markers, and some surprises. Our last day open will be November 23rd (or so).
It’s been wonderful to have met so many of you through our storefront, and we hope that we’ll still be able to see you around Ballard or in the mail. It is bittersweet to close the store and turn over a new leaf in our business. Remember that we’ll still be around, online or at our Outpost. We’ll put details of our Outpost up on our web site as soon as it’s ready. And, we’ll be happy to meet you at the Outpost whenever you’re visiting Ballard and need a Turtle Press Fix.
For now, we hope we’ll see you at our moving sale. Everything in our store will be 10-70% off, with new and different sales every day. Stop by and stock up!
It’s been an honor serving you, Turtle Press Friends. :)
I'll always be here, too, if you need me.
I have some Big News to tell you about. We’ve not been sure how to announce this, because whatever we decided to do was going to be difficult to not only decide, but also tell folks about. This is a good decision for us, though. We are happy with it. Happy AND sad (or happysad as my friend Maggie used to say…) I felt like I should post about this here, too, because I know that a few of our customers actually read my boring blog, too! Heh.
After 6 1/2 years of having a shop in Ballard, we are closing the Turtle Press Studio & Store. We will still be able to bring you all the creativity you need, through our web site (http://www.turtlearts.com). We'll also have a smaller Outpost that will be open by appointment, or for "will call" pickups for orders you place by phone or through the web site. So, we'll definitely still be around. We just won't have the store part of our business anymore. Feel free to call, email, or stop us on the street if you need anything from us.
Why are we doing this? I know that if you're like me, you maybe smell gossip and want to know. :) Well, there are quite a few reasons, and if you ask, on any given day or hour I might tell you a different reason, but the main one is that our lease is up on our space, and we are unwilling to go along with the insanity of raising rents for storefront spaces right now. That's not to say that we'll never have a storefront again. But, for now, we're going to focus on the mail order side of the business, on selling to other stores, and on our magazine. We have plans for other projects in the works, too, so stay tuned.
So, we're consolidating some of our offerings quite a bit, and expanding some a whole lot too. We'll still be offering, in our Outpost or through mail order all of our own products, such as alphabet rubber stamps, collage supplies, recycled paper products, Tree Hugger blank books, a selection of environmentally friendly art supplies, and other treats. Other stuff we're going to be clearing out, and we'll be able to give you some great deals this month on art supplies, rubber stamps and supplies, books, markers, and some surprises. Our last day open will be November 23rd (or so).
It’s been wonderful to have met so many of you through our storefront, and we hope that we’ll still be able to see you around Ballard or in the mail. It is bittersweet to close the store and turn over a new leaf in our business. Remember that we’ll still be around, online or at our Outpost. We’ll put details of our Outpost up on our web site as soon as it’s ready. And, we’ll be happy to meet you at the Outpost whenever you’re visiting Ballard and need a Turtle Press Fix.
For now, we hope we’ll see you at our moving sale. Everything in our store will be 10-70% off, with new and different sales every day. Stop by and stock up!
It’s been an honor serving you, Turtle Press Friends. :)
I'll always be here, too, if you need me.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Answer (to every question, maybe)
Answer: "Identity: We must see a document in the name you want shown on the card. The identity document must be of recent issuance so that we can determine your continued existence."
One standing there is not suitable proof of continued existence. Nor is the fact that credit card companies continuously send you "preapproved gold card!!!" offers. Nor is the fact that your feet hurt. Continued existence is further not proven by having paid your library fines, by answering your cel phone, or by being able to recite all 50 states in alphabetical order.
An ID card from the Secret Girls Club that you have served as founder, president, and sole member since age 6 is not recent enough proof of existence, unless your membership has been updated in the last month, and your membership card contains a recent photo as well as the signed pledge, "I promise I will never kiss a creature that likes to touch frogs and bugs and play in the mud! Boys are gross and germy and have cooties and will never be allowed into the Secret Girls Club."
One standing there is not suitable proof of continued existence. Nor is the fact that credit card companies continuously send you "preapproved gold card!!!" offers. Nor is the fact that your feet hurt. Continued existence is further not proven by having paid your library fines, by answering your cel phone, or by being able to recite all 50 states in alphabetical order.
An ID card from the Secret Girls Club that you have served as founder, president, and sole member since age 6 is not recent enough proof of existence, unless your membership has been updated in the last month, and your membership card contains a recent photo as well as the signed pledge, "I promise I will never kiss a creature that likes to touch frogs and bugs and play in the mud! Boys are gross and germy and have cooties and will never be allowed into the Secret Girls Club."
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
ah hah!
This has been driving me nuts for the last two weeks, trying to track down this spoken word song from which I could only remember a few words at a time...nobody knew what I was talking about. Well, I have found it. Now, does iTunes have it?
The lyrics to Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen, by Mary Schmich:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
The lyrics to Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen, by Mary Schmich:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Diet help...
The Sneeze - Half zine. Half blog. Half not good with fractions.
Don't go to this web site unless you don't want to be hungry. For a while. Really.
Don't go to this web site unless you don't want to be hungry. For a while. Really.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
A crazy week
It has been, very very crazy.
I am channeling all of my anger into dealing with the leaves that keep blowing into our store. I love autumn leaves, don't get me wrong. I just hate them blowing all over the place and trying to trip people. Also, I'm a tiny, tiny bit tired of sweeping them all, then 10 minutes later having a new batch to deal with.
This goes on all day. I love trees, I love the beautiful leaves, but this is my message to the universe. Please only send half of those leaves into our store.
Thank you.
I am channeling all of my anger into dealing with the leaves that keep blowing into our store. I love autumn leaves, don't get me wrong. I just hate them blowing all over the place and trying to trip people. Also, I'm a tiny, tiny bit tired of sweeping them all, then 10 minutes later having a new batch to deal with.
This goes on all day. I love trees, I love the beautiful leaves, but this is my message to the universe. Please only send half of those leaves into our store.
Thank you.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Everything you ever need to know...
By people who may or may not be telling the truth. :)
FAQ Farm: Question & Answer Co-Op
Truth does have many layers, after all, just like Shrek.
FAQ Farm: Question & Answer Co-Op
Truth does have many layers, after all, just like Shrek.
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