Independent Publishing Resource Center (IPRC)
I went and had a look around the IPRC, which is essentially a one stop shop for those interested in the self-publishing scene in Portland. The facilities include; letterpress, screen printing, computers to use on site, an ever expanding zine library, as well as the use of typewriters, photocopiers, printers, guillotines, binding machines and anything else you might feasibly need.
They’ve been up and running for 15 years, and their space now is fantastic - sounds like it has come a long way from the days of “a photocopier in a closet”.
It is based on an affordable membership scheme, enabling anyone to get involved. They also do a lot of outreach projects, courses, and collaborate with local organisations.
Thanks to Chloe and Asher, two of the volunteers that let me wander around and distract many of their members. I left feeling somewhat envious that London hasn’t got anything quite like this to offer.
Perhaps it’s about time it did
COMPETITION
Game over man by Jack Teagle.
Now available in grey,and to ‘celebrate’ we’re going to give one away in a either white or grey.
Just REBLOG (THIS) TO WIN and in a couple of days we will pick one winner (maybe even two if we get enough posts) who’ll get one of these sent out to them, anywhere in the whole big bad world.
Get Reblogging. Good luck. All that stuff.
Nice
(via louisespage)
Mini-Microwave-Pizza Food Review
Tastes like that deadline time of year again.
The sweet flavoursome mix between rapidly draining confidence, sleep deprivation and premature death via corenry heart disease… all on a soggy slightly undercooked deep-dish crust.
… surprisingly comforting, 3 stars.
Keep going!! Xx
Movies are made out of darkness as well as light; it is the surpassingly brief intervals of darkness between each luminous still image that make it possible to assemble the many images into one moving picture. Without that darkness, there would only be a blur. Which is to say that a full-length movie consists of half an hour or an hour of pure darkness that goes unseen. If you could add up all the darkness, you would find the audience in the theater gazing together at a deep imaginative night. It is the terra incognita of film, the dark continent on every map. In a similar way, a runner’s every step is a leap, so that for a moment he or she is entirely off the ground. For those brief instants, shadows no longer spill out from their feet, like leaks, but hover below them like doubles, as they do with birds, whose shadows crawl below them, caressing the surface of the earth, growing and shrinking as their makers move nearer or farther from that surface. For my friends who run long distances, these tiny fragments of levitation add up to something considerable; by their own power they hover above the earth for many minutes, perhaps some significant portion of an hour or perhaps far more for the hundred-mile races. We fly; we dream in darkness; we devour heaven in bites too small to be measured.
A welder at GE Transportation works on the production of a locomotive during the final assembly process.
Won’t make a habit of reposting sponsored link but… We love the detail in this gif. The bouncing sparks are fantastic
