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Thursday, August 23, 2007
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New Portland Studios Store Open

Friends of Portland Studios,

Today we launched a new online store with lots of new t-shirts and a few new posters.

http://store.portlandstudios.com

The whole team here has been working hard all week to make this possible, and we’re really excited about the potential here. Each artist did several different illustrations, while the designers got all the kinks worked out of the Flash for the store interface.

Hopefully you enjoy the new stuff. The shirts are high grade American Apparel T’s, and rather than just one color on our previous lot, many of these shirts have several different colors in the design.

We’re also …

Tuesday, August 21, 2007
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I went to a concert of Russian Choral Music. Russian music exists with a beauty that can only be born of harshness. Outside the concert in a harmony all it’s own, night crept darkly across the sky like ink in water. Fall was near. The air had an edge, and the soft moonlight bounced back sharply from the tops of finely waxed automobiles. Because the performance was Russian Choral Music and not John Phillips Sousa, I restrained my applause, but tried to mean it more. With some reluctance, the audience drifted out of …

Tuesday, August 21, 2007
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I went to a concert of Russian Choral Music. Russian music exists with a beauty that can only be born of harshness. Outside the concert in a harmony all it’s own, night crept darkly across the sky like ink in water. Fall was near. The air had an edge, and the soft moonlight bounced back sharply from the tops of finely waxed automobiles. Because the performance was Russian Choral Music and not John Phillips Sousa, I restrained my applause, but tried to mean it more. With some reluctance, the audience drifted out of …

Saturday, August 18, 2007
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speaking of clothes

Last night at Barnes and Noble, I saw something peculiar. There was a girl with clothing choices informed no doubt by the record-setting summer temperatures. Her dear clothes were like some noble Belgium company lost behind enemy lines in the first world’s war. Doomed from the first, lacking comfort in numbers, and surrounded on all sides by advancing flesh, the girl’s garments strained to preserve for her some slight modesty. It was a courageous and principled stand. Had I been a more sensitive soul, I might have responded to her clothes’ idealistic resistince, but before I could …

Friday, August 17, 2007
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A Few More Things

Early next week, we’ll be selling this shirt as well:

And (late breaking news) a special limited edition full color poster for our friends in a band called Caedmon’s Call. 2×3 ft. Signed and numbered. $25.

More to come. Just wanted to see if we might whet your appetite a bit. Thanks so much for supporting our work. We really appreciate it more than you know.