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Draplin Design Co., North America
July 12, 2003
SATURDAY MORNING
Posted at 12:24 PM

Feeling fine. Got about 7 hours of sleep.

Big day ahead of us. A day filled with BBQ action at Snell’s ranch, Gocco slams, Galaga fire, window shopping, tech talk, web work, etc.
Cam is in town (been here since Tuesday) so the days have been full.
He flies out tomorrow, back to his Brookyln life.

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Regarding “summer” and it’s hot days: Fast approaching the “halfway point of those dog days of summer. July 15th is “humpday” of the summer.
It’s all downhill to that beautiful fall. Portland’s summer has been beautiful. I’m digging it. The days are bright, the nights are cool…good times.

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Farrar is coming in a couple weeks. I’ll be sure to check it out. Homage of sorts. He’s backed by a band this time around, which is should pick things up a bit. Mark Spencer on the noodle guitar is pretty good too. The man isn’t known for his “stage theatrics.”

He’s doing an in-store in at Music Millenium up on Burnside and 49th.
I WON’T be missing that one.

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SUMMERTIME: Take a walk on Honeybucket Row.

There Are 14 Comments

ok so you weren’t lovin bullitt, try drugstore cowboy.

have a good weekend and make sure the workers on the factory floor don’t get gocco elbow from the increase in production.

Posted by: bro on 07/12/03 at 1:34 PM

“Gocco Elbow” aka “Assembly Line Sickness”

Yeah, you gotta watch it. It’s been reported that a couple of lightweights out there–who’ve enjoyed short, sad careers in the Gocco arts–have finished up runs with strained muscles, tendons and egos.

We pay no heed. We look that screen right in the eye and “place and slam” ‘til the hour grows late…”Assembly Line” style.

Ryno Simonson of Stevens Ave, Minneapolis, Minnesota, once had an encouter with a card that nearly drained him of his lifeforce. He spins a yarn about a certain mixture of Ink, Deer’s Blood and Spit From An Ump that when apllied to certain lineage of tanned hyde, triggers some sort of hallucinogenic trance, where it’s almost as if the card print themselves. Fish story or miracle? We won’t pass judgement.

Good luck on the 4.25 x 5.5 incher’s.

Posted by: Draplin on 07/12/03 at 4:21 PM

Hey Aaron Man, Man… it’s been awhile. I was just snooping around on the intranut, and thought I’d check your web shite to see what kind of crazy shit my brother’s been up to. Always good to hear about your crazy Oregon adventures. Cat hair- Ha! I love it. Well, I just wanted to drop you a line, I look forward to seeing you at the Winter X Games this year. K-2 that shit on my Burton Custom w/Hologram graphix.

Posted by: Kur Tay Hal Say on 07/13/03 at 9:46 AM

Hey Doode, wassup? I was fucking looking at Chmiel’s site and saw a link over to here. I don’t know what the hell you’re yappin’ about and to whom, but I dig, you know. Check out my site if you have the time- I even own a VW like you, but I have the cute bug, not the yuppie wagon.

Posted by: Josh on 07/14/03 at 10:14 AM

Dude, who are you P.J. Chmiel? Your blog’s all f-ed up. There are 5 (five) comments here, and your shit only says 2 (two). What gives, man? Can’t you program your shit? As a regular reader of your site, I am soooooo bothered by the fact that I can’t check it every 20 (twenty) minutes and tell if anyone has posted some new blather or not with one simple look. Aaaagh! Fix it now, Draplin!

Posted by: Dook Foot on 07/14/03 at 10:57 AM

Kurt, First thing to do when you are in a hole is: Stop digging.

Posted by: Draplin on 07/15/03 at 11:14 AM

Dook Foot was Ryno… who else has the time and desire to track down that intranut trash.

Posted by: Kurt Halsey on 07/15/03 at 12:05 PM

Time is a series of flowing events, both chaos and order. The past is interpreted, while the future is predicted. Neither of these are clear definitions. We have not seen the future yet and the past is often clouded by faulty recording, bad memory, historical agendas, bias, and other imperfections.

Posted by: The Professional on 07/15/03 at 3:30 PM

I got an interesting phone call the day before I left Minneapolis that went something like this:

“Uh, is this Matthew Cooley?”
“Yeah.”
“Do, uh, you know Ryan Simonson and Aaron Draplin?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you guys having a party at my place?”
“Um, I don’t think so.”
“On DuPont Avenue?”
“No…”
“‘Cause these girls came to my apartment with a party invitation for Aaron Draplin’s birthday party. You don’t know anything about this?”

Apparently, a couple of girls found an invitation to Aaron’s birthday party (from four years ago) in their mailbox, then this guy looked me up in the phone book. He thought we were trying to throw parties at his apartment. I told you if you were patient people would show up to your birthday, Aaron; and they were girls too! Got any of those door prizes left?

Posted by: mc on 07/15/03 at 9:46 PM

Wow. The bash of the century keeps coming back to haunt some poor fucks.

Awesome.

Posted by: Ryno, The Party Machine on 07/15/03 at 10:33 PM

Fuck’n Kegstands!

Goddamn. Real good.

Imagine Hoss all propped up, finishing off his 12th or 13th of the night…

Posted by: Draplin on 07/15/03 at 11:28 PM

I drank a beer after work tonight. At Lyles. Alone.

Posted by: Kurt "Premium" Halsey on 07/16/03 at 9:23 PM

You sad sack of shit, Kurt. Get over it and go chase some new skirts.

Posted by: God on 07/16/03 at 10:12 PM

Kurt: Drink 12 of ‘em and get a good cry on. Purge some tears and get on with it. Lots of fish in the sea, and goddamn, when life throws ya curveballs, ya gotta swing wild. You’ll be okay. I’ll put the feelers out for ya.

I don’t even like drinkin’ that much, but do understand/cherish the “uplifting quality” of a big ol’ golden buzz even now and again. Good for the soul to “get outta yer head a bit.”

Stay strong and the next time ya go out, for fuck’s sake, grab Ryno; he’s got a lot of time on his hands.

Posted by: Draplin on 07/16/03 at 10:44 PM