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Draplin Design Co., North America
June 30, 2009
Leaving Tomorrow
Posted at 05:32 PM


FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: Cash, sass or grass stains, no one writes for free! The new Field Notes Summer shipment is in, and our new “Grass Stain Green” edition are going fast. Get over there and get yer chlorophyll on!

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TOMORROW, AND WE PUSH OFF: Leigh’s heading home for the summer. I’m driving her back to Minneapolis, where I’ll hop a flight back to Portland on the 5th, and she’ll keep going with Gary back to Northern Michigan for some summertime action.

We’re gonna do the route I’ve taken so many times: 1-84 to Boise, Crater of the Moon, Idaho Falls, Yellowstone, Cody, Grey Bull, Devil’s Tower, Box Elder, Mt. Rushmore, Crazy Horse, Badlands,
Rapid City, Mitchell, Souther Minnesota and then those Twin Cities for day. And then back to Portland to continue my summer onslaught.

Regarding the DDC, and all clients, affiliates and subsidiaries, well, it’s “business as usual” with late shifts in hotel rooms after we hit our 350 miles a day, and a little sightseeing each day. So don’t get all frisky, all you clients…the DDC Mobile Command Unit will be in full effect.

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ORANGE SKIN? NO THANKS: All this retro stuff I wax on has this intoxicating quality. It’s easy to idealize how “things used to be” and all that jazz. I’ve been called a “sentimentalist” and a “nostalgist” and hell, one guy on a New Jersey freeway called me a “jack-off.” I don’t know where I’m going with this, but, if this link is “how things were back in the day,” well, count me out. I don’t know where I’m going with this.

Was it all staged? All that ’50s faux optimism? I love old stuff because there’s this innocence to it. Or, without the pressures of “covering all the bases” you get this honest, stripped down quality to my little fascination with packaging, and, maybe, everything else. But then again, way back 50 years ago, an array of horrific things were going down behind the scenes and on the street corners, so, there’s this weird paradox to it all. Maybe you are getting my drift? Progress is a good thing, but, I think it’s fair to say we can simplify things more and more.

I’ll stop. (Thanks to Mark for sending this one in. Hope I didn’t freak you out with my wandering thoughts.)

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RYNO DUST OFF HIS PAINTBRUSHES: …and creates this pine-tarred masterpiece for the St. Paul Saints. Painted using Menard’s All-Season Latex, leftover tempera paint from 7th grade and blood.

Here’s a Ryno classic, simply titled “Ninja fights a pirate who brawls a cowboy who is scrapping with a ninja.” Or something.

There’s no reason why we shouldn’t be seeing one of these each month, you big prick.

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LUCK OF THE IRISH: Greg Meehan of Cavan, Ireland was diggin’ around on the web and came across one hell of a Frontier Airlines retrospective deal. And about the “design” of that site, the old adage applies: “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” applies. Don’t change a thing, guys! Incredible. Good eye, Greg!

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01. Dinosaur Jr - Farm
02. Lambchop - Nixon
03. Replacements - Tim & Pleased To Meet Me

There Are 7 Comments

Irish Field Notes.

Posted by: Greg Meehan on 07/01/09 at 6:17 AM

Oh, man. So good to see that ancient drawing come out of the archives. Wasn’t that for the invite to our party on DuPont? So stupid. Too bad I’m missing you in MPLS. I’ve got a little something special for you. Guess it’ll have to go in the mail…

Posted by: Ryno on 07/01/09 at 6:59 AM

On your way out of Yellowstone, via the East Entrance, as you’re sliding through those exit kiosks take a look to your left. See those little houses up there? Those used to be house trailers, where my family lived and spent an amazing, wonderful, kick-ass summer of 1982 when my dad worked as a U.S. Park Ranger during the teaching off-season. Hell yes, from June to September we explored the fuck out of those hills, following streams up the mountain and back down again. No TV, very little radio, just my brothers and sisters and the entirety of the some of the most beautiful country in the United States.

Some day, ask me about the time my dad slammed our rickety 1977 Pinto into a deer on the way back from a trip to Cody to get groceries. I didn’t think you could fit two adults, five kids, and 10 bags of groceries into a Pinto, but somehow we managed. Of course, this was before the days of mandatory seat belts and car seats, so my twin brother and I ended up in the front seat along with half the groceries. Being the little shits we were, we loved to ride way in the back. Ah, memories…

Posted by: Cameron Barrett on 07/01/09 at 7:52 AM

That drive kicks ass. Enjoy it. Sent you a pair of briefs for the trip before you left — hope you got ‘em. -B.Reed

Posted by: Brian Reed on 07/01/09 at 9:03 AM

I know what you mean about the tension between nostalgia and progress. I bought the 2009 calendar from your shop awhile back. I loved the design and I thought all the events/dates on the back were really charming. Well, that is until I realized that I think only one woman was listed out of the dozens of people mentioned. I think there were maybe one or two people of color. I remember writing a letter about it, but never received a response.

I don’t mind people studying and celebrating the art and people of less progressive times. I just think you have a responsibility to recognize the people that went unnoticed. I mean, it’s cool if you want to be a Civil War buff, but make sure you consider what women and people of color were doing at that time too. It’s great that you celebrate that whole 50’s working class Americana aesthetic, but don’t limit it to just white guys.

Posted by: rumble on 07/01/09 at 10:20 AM

Man just had to drop you a line and say before you left town I felt that you were robbed in layer tennis and my fury about their obviously rigged voting system can’t be expressed in words.

Seriously Im gonna hulk out.

Posted by: POWpow on 07/01/09 at 11:14 AM

Mom and I want some of these….PLEASE!!!!

Posted by: Sarah on 07/01/09 at 1:28 PM
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