Posts in COLD
The No-Coast Craft-O-Rama is behind us and – like so many weekends – it’s all a blur.
I do remember Jen yelling “yahtzee!” whenever someone ordered the Show Special (two eggs, a slice of bacon and Texas toast with a dozen cards). And I remember feeling drunk with power. The top-selling card of the weekend was:
That tells me that Minneapolis is full of a lot of weirdos. Like me.
This card was also a big seller:
And that tells me that Minneapolis is full of a lot of moral ambiguity.
That reminds me! We had a snowstorm on Friday!
Luckily nobody had to eat anyone else to survive. Whew, right? That would not have been great for sales.
Would you rather have your significant other’s hands be replaced with Flounders OR your lips be replaced with a duckbill?
That’s a toughy.
How about: Would you rather have to wear a Kiss the Cook apron everyday (for the rest of your life) OR a multi-colored clown wig?
Sorry about that.
Okay, would you rather do your holiday shopping at the Midtown Market – where there will be 100 venders, vending beautiful/original handmade goodness – the air filled with the smells of exotic foods and the spirit of gift-giving??? OR maybe you’d rather sit at your computer and click on an Add To Cart button??
We’ll see you there! Zeichen Press is at table E-35!
I knew it!
People always ask me, “what made you write that card?” This question is usually followed by either laughter or tears and then I am dumped on the side of the road with a pack of cigarettes and a mix-tape.
If I even had time (or could pull the gag out of my mouth) to answer, I’d say that the inspiration for each and every card is just a reaction to some experience that I’ve had. I’m not a scientist but I’m pretty sure that the brain works like a Rube Goldberg Machine. One observation leads to a series of tangents and the end result is either a small, quiet room in a mental institution or a greeting card that part of the (dark and twisted) population can relate to.
Example: My grandmother decided to spend her twilight years traveling. She and her companion wanted to tour some parts of Hawaii in a helicopter. Tragedy struck, and the helicopter and all of its passengers were smashed against the side of a volcano. The only identifying evidence available were the teeth.
What?! Yes, it’s true. That card is not a big seller in the U.S. but strangely, it’s quite popular in Canada. What does that even mean?? And now are you going to wonder if there is a story behind this card?:
There isn’t. THERE ISN’T.
It is February 1.
If anyone is left please contact me. I have locked myself in the furnace room and my rations are dwindling. I am eating Panko Japanese Style Breading with a dirty popsicle stick and telling myself it’s Lik-A-Stix. Mmmmm, Lik-A-Stix…
Somehow, I was able to make this card:
That’s where I am. Will I ever be able to get back to Minneapolis? Stay tuned.
And, just because I’m a little obsessed with the weather, I gathered some very important figures. – Record low temperatures in The United States of America:
|Alabama||-27||Jan. 30, 1966||New Market||760|
|Alaska||-80||Jan. 23, 1971||Prospect Creek||1,100|
|Arizona||-40||Jan. 7, 1971||Hawley Lake||8,180|
|Arkansas||-29||Feb. 13, 1905||Pond||1,250|
|California||-45||Jan. 20, 1937||Boca||5,532|
|Colorado||-61||Feb. 1, 1985||Maybell||5,920|
|Connecticut||-32||Feb. 16, 1943||Falls Village||585|
|Delaware||-17||Jan. 17, 1893||Millsboro||20|
|Florida||– 2||Feb. 13, 1899||Tallahassee||193|
|Georgia||-17||Jan. 27, 1940||Mauna Kea||13,770|
|Idaho||-60||Jan. 18, 1943||Island Park Dam||6,285|
|Illinois||-36||Jan. 5, 1999||Congerville||722|
|Indiana||-36||Jan. 19, 1994||New Whiteland||785|
|Iowa||-47||Feb. 3, 1996*||Elkader||770|
|Kansas||-40||Feb. 13, 1905||Lebanon||1,812|
|Kentucky||-37||Jan. 19, 1994||Shelbyville||730|
|Louisiana||-16||Feb. 13, 1899||Minden||194|
|Maine||-48||Jan. 19, 1925||Van Buren||458|
|Maryland||-40||Jan. 13, 1912||Oakland||2,461|
|Massachusetts||-35||Jan. 12, 1981||Chester||640|
|Michigan||-51||Feb. 9, 1934||Vanderbilt||785|
|Minnesota||-60||Feb. 2, 1996||Tower||1,430|
|Mississippi||-19||Jan. 30, 1966||Corinth||420|
|Missouri||-40||Feb. 13, 1905||Warsaw||700|
|Montana||-70||Jan. 20, 1954||Rogers Pass||5,470|
|Nebraska||-47||Feb. 12, 1899||Camp Clarke||3,700|
|Nevada||-50||Jan. 8, 1937||San Jacinto||5,200|
|New Hampshire||-47||Jan. 29, 1934||Mt. Washington||6,288|
|New Jersey||-34||Jan. 5, 1904||River Vale||70|
|New Mexico||-50||Feb. 1, 1951||Gavilan||7,350|
|New York||-52||Feb. 18, 1979*||Old Forge||1,720|
|North Carolina||-34||Jan. 21, 1985||Mt. Mitchell||6,525|
|North Dakota||-60||Feb. 15, 1936||Parshall||1,929|
|Ohio||-39||Feb. 10, 1899||Milligan||800|
|Oklahoma||-27||Jan. 18, 1930||Watts||958|
|Oregon||-54||Feb. 10, 1933*||Seneca||4,700|
|Pennsylvania||-42||Jan. 5, 1904||Smethport||est. 1,500|
|Rhode Island||-25||Feb. 5, 1996||Greene||425|
|South Carolina||-19||Jan. 21, 1985||Caesars Head||3,100|
|South Dakota||-58||Feb. 17, 1936||McIntosh||2,277|
|Tennessee||-32||Dec. 30, 1917||Mountain City||2,471|
|Texas||-23||Feb. 8, 1933*||Seminole||3,275|
|Utah||-69||Feb. 1, 1985||Peter’s Sink||8,092|
|Vermont||-50||Dec. 30, 1933||Bloomfield||915|
|Virginia||-30||Jan. 22, 1985||Mountain Lake||3,870|
|Washington||-48||Dec. 30, 1968||Mazama||2,120|
|West Virginia||-37||Dec. 30, 1917||Lewisburg||2,200|
|Wyoming||-66||Feb. 9, 1933||Riverside||6,650|
AND before we start killing and eating each other, we are entertaining ourselves by throwing boiling water into the cold air.
Why is it that the one time I leave my house something awesome happens?? Jack drove the Heidelberg Windmill down from Wahpeton, North Dakota this morning. Drove it right down to our fancy studio.
I’m in Brainerd not running around the house in my underwear and Jen is back at ZP headquarters. Who knew (Jack the mover knew) that the press was going to be delivered TODAY? Apparently, the hydraulic part of the pallet jack (not Jack the mover) didn’t love the 0°. I guess it was frozen and I’m no expert but that seems like a setback. Jen called me wondering where she could find a hair dryer. I don’t know why she wanted to style her hair but I’m not going to judge. Apparently, Jen’s beautiful hair did the trick because the new press is safe and sound in the SW corner of the shop.
The Long Winter is the true tale of a Minnesota family surviving one of the most brutal Winters in our recorded history. Trapped in the house – day after day after day – the blizzard makes it impossible to see out the window or even walk out to the barn without getting lost. Good ol’ Pa rigs up a rope to follow, he is always coming up with some creative solution! Ma follows that rope because Pa finds himself trapped in a ditch by the creek. The wood pile dwindles to nothing and the family is forced to twist hay into little bundles – they would burn these in the cast-iron stove to heat their little house. … Tough, brown bread is the only food left to eat.
Or is it?
What if that was on the jacket flap? I’d totally read that book.
WHEW! What a weekend!
First of all, Amanda came to my house to do my hair.
I totally care about how I look. It seemed strange to look so beautiful AND carry 500 lbs of cards from a loading dock to a folding table. But I did it for the kids. Jen and I have worked out a system of communication that really facilitates a speedy set up: Jen orders me around like some sort of slave and I stifle sobs behind my Crying Scarf.
There was another letterpress company about 10 feet away from us and we had to fight to defend our turf. Zeichen Press ended up winning because we have better dance moves and we bribed the judges with Bazooka gum.
I figured out something pretty important on Saturday morning: I look like a Sleestack.
OH! Another thing that was pretty amazing: That dapper gent from one of our new cards actually bought the card that he is on!
I love a handsome man with a wallet full of cash. (Do you hear me, Kenny?!)
Let’s see… oh, yes.. the show was jam-packed and we made gobs of moola. I mean, we spread the joy of the season through letterpress goodness.
Here’s me laughing at one of my own jokes:
And here’s Jen endlessly fussing over a display:
I almost forgot to share this bit of news: Somebody actually stole an entire stack of these:
She must be a professional stalker.
Dear Scary Santa,
How is Mrs. Scary Santa? How are the reindeer? That’s nice.
Could you please bring us our own architectural firm? Just like Mr. Brady from the Brady Bunch?
He’s always making models in the den and walking around with rolled-up blueprints. It looks like so much fun. PLUS, we would totally take care of it. We figured out the best name for it:
It’s our names! Spelled backwards!!
Anyway, we’ll let you get back to working with the elves.
Ken & Nat
Only my fellow Minnesotans and residents of Chicken, Alaska can truly understand what it means to be cold. I am intrigued by deadly weather. Cold that can freeze a limb solid. Cold that flattens your car tires. Cold that makes your eyeballs feel funny. I braved the extreme cold today.
-21° is COLD. But a Mexican Omelette was whispering my name with such longing… I put on every bit of clothing I own and headed outside. The car actually told me to F – Off. I reminded it that we were both in this together and that if it cooperated I would fill it up with Premium Gasoline. Foolish car, choosing gasoline over Mexican Omelette!
When I was safely inside of Hot Plate I laughed… Oh, how I laughed – and saluted the outdoors for being a worthy adversary. Later that day (that SAME day) I went outside again. I actually ran to the studio. It took 1.5 seconds. Luckily my exposed body part (my bottom) was unharmed.
Where was I? Oh, yes. I risked my limbs (and bottom) to run to the studio and lay out previously written cards. Three birthday cards. The metal type was awfully cold. I wanted to lick it but I exercised restraint.