33 views of Mt Fuji

Though I love them all like a good father should, here is the fanciest poster we have made this year. A 7 color reduction linocut and letterpress print to celebrate the world premiere of Trey Anastasio’s “Time Turns Elastic”. Very subtle colors which the web will not do justice. Very exciting stuff...if you happen to like prints.

Signed by the artist Bryce McCloud, Limited edition of 325
I watched most of them go away in two hours and the rest are going fast so get one before they are gone.

$50

There’s more than Klansmen in Indiana!

I don't know what you think of when you imagine southern Indiana, but I think of Evansville and then I think of Klan rallys and then I think about the West Side Nut Club’s annual fall-fest shindig (amazing) and lastly I think about pork tenderloin sandwiches. If I am unlucky, I think about brain sandwiches and tucked in sweatshirts and getting stuck in southern Indiana forever. What I don't think of ever is modern architecture, utopian societies, or golf carts riding around on city streets. BUT, I will now since I have been to New Harmony. Literally in the middle of nowhere, New Harmony started as all great endeavors do with a group of crazed German cult members. They say they just wanted some peace and quiet... I say when your crazy - all signs point to southern Indiana. At any rate they were convinced that the end of times was near at hand and that they would get busy living a simple life full of productive work, which did not include sex or procreation. Thus quickly ended the experiment of the Harmonist and after much lauded toil they moved to Pennsylvania.

And as a side note I really think that all members of fringe movements should give a hard look into the fine example of the harmonist life strategy and consider sparing your children the misery of having cult members for parents. After all isn't being exceptionally unique enough? Why go messing it all up by trying to raise children at the same time?

Luckily for the future of New Harmony fresh money arrived on the scene and bought the place up. Indiana strikes me as a bizarre place for a lot of reasons, but number one on the list is that there seem to be an inordinate amount of extremely wealthy people there. Or at least they spend their moneys there. I thought rich people went to Monaco or a Greek island...but apparently when they are not floating on the Mediterranean they are in Indiana? Money makes things happen and so when the $ came to town so did a lot of smart people. Making New Harmony very unlike any small town you or I have probably ever seen. Town opera hall? got one. Modern architecture? check! as many sculptures as town inhabitants? done!... All towns wax and wane but this little place keeps chugging along in a very peculiarly worldly manner. It is full of really neat architecture and draws folks to it in a non Hicksville usa sort of way. Yes New Harmony is a fantastic little place.

Schwinn bikes and golf carts seem to be the predominate way to get around town. Shhh don't tell any thieves but I bet they all leave their doors unlocked too.

If you get there try the pizza at the Mill Mart gas station...pretty good for $8 gas station cuisine (all toppings no extra charge) and make sure to support the coffee shop cause they are nice folks.
and personally I think we should all petition for the reopening of the bar Sass and Poss.

truth be told I bet there are far worse fates than getting marooned in a place like New Harmony. Just ask my buddies who live there

PS . Everyone in Indiana is in a secret society so mum’s the word on our little investigation of the delights of southern Indiana if you know what’s good for you.

Moto-heaven is heaven

I can tell you from honest experience that LOOKING at motorcycles is infinitely easier to do than actually OWNING motorcycles. In a similar vein, advertisers have long known that dull things look better with motorcycles hanging around. Where you and I fall along the continuum I’ll let you decide for yourself.

But one thing I can say for sure is that it is too late for us at Isle of Printing! We are obsessed with motorcycles!!!…looking, touching, riding and if the gods smile on us - making pictures all about motorcycles.

Which reminds me of a most usual and seldom told story about the origins of the shop from whence I type. Imagine with me if you will a hot afternoon some years ago. On this hot day a youngish Hiram Kneesch developed the most awful pain in his head, the likes of which he had never experienced. Delirious, he stumbled down to the chemist. Though all the usual suspects were bought and consumed, no respite did he receive. In immense pain and not knowing what to do next, he lay down in the street and determined to let fate take the reins. Predictably a few near misses with autos ensued. Less predictably a churlish little man appeared right above our protagonist. Shaded by the interloper, Hiram sat up and told the fellow his plight.

After a moment of consideration, the old boy said well I’ve got the answer but your going to have to trust me. As oft is the case with folks these days, Hiram was willing to take a few liberties in the safety department with the hopes of a quick remedied. So when the gent pulled out a small ax and made intimations to take a whack at Hiram’s pate…well Hiram remained sanguine. And wouldn’t you know it
The street surgeon did just that. Whack! One fine chop and the stranger split open Hiram’s skull! And rather than being worse off than before or dead Hiram felt great.

Honestly!
But here is the interesting part for today

As fate would have it when Hiram’s head was cracked open to relieve his ache both a British motorcycle and a printing press sprang forth. Not the first British motorcycle in the world, nor the first press but 2 very nice examples of both items. And as you can guess Hiram was destined to love both equally for all time.

And eventually be slave to them both

So you can imagine how superb it is for us that every year Isle of Printing is asked to make a poster for the Nashville TonUp club, a club specializing in the love of British motorcycles.

Witness below the fifth in a continuing series of prints to celebrate loving to look at and ride the motorcycle. For all of its flaws and all of it favors. Dullards you can make your life look 10000 times better than it is and bike lovers help us afford our continuing addiction



At the moment extremely limited supplies of the gem (less than 20) and the second part of the run to be completed at some future date

$40 for the first run and no back talk when you waited too long and you get the second batch 6 years from now.

Tee for Tennessee

Dolly Parton…
Did you know she was the inspiration for creating a program to make sure all children in Tennessee have access to books so that they might cultivate a love of reading? And I think she knows Burton Reynolds. Why wouldn’t she be your hero?

You could buy a shirt. Don’t make us ask, Tennessee is the volunteer state.




Available in Pretty Prim Plum (ladies S,M, and L)
and
Mountain Man Teal (S,M,and L)
On your favorite Appalachian apparel shirts
Price $20 plus shipping
please include size, Men's/Women's and color preference

Speed dial this for trouble!

Leave us alone already! After much outcry and public haranguing we at Isle of Printing have bent to popular will and have made available for the first time ever a public safety tool par excellence. Not to be taken lightly, this device’s power is inversely proportionate to its size (and it is a wee small thing). Wear it with both pride and a grave sense of civic responsibility because after all Honey bear IS watching and I THINK he is our friend but I am not absolutely certain.

Unleash its power at your own peril and definitely to the mortal danger of those who are riding on the bad track.

Honey bear is Watching official Deputy Pin Badges


Only one dollar plus shipping!…Why? Because safety should bear no higher bar.

Unsavory terrorism plot discovered in plain sight!

Stop the presses it turns out the Neo-cons were right all along!

Saddam Hussein did indeed have weapons of mass destruction, not in Iraq...but IN OUR OWN COUNTRY! Weapons cleverly disguised as good ole’ American truck stop pizza pie! More over with duplicitous use of marketing and graphic design, he has apparently been feeding WMD’s to us for years. Lured in with tales of "all toppings no extra charge”…millions of Americans have been consuming the treacherous former dictator’s poisonous concoction of artery clogging cheese and reaganomic servings of “vegetables” with a smile on their faces! One look into Saddam’s glib continence as he tosses another wheel of death into our innocent gaping mouths and you know this war on terror must be won and soon!

Proud to be an American my ass! That isn’t Lugi and that ain’t no American pie.

True it is probable that the administration has kept these facts secret until now to protect methods and means of the brave patriots collecting intelligence on our behalf in pizzerias the world over. But we at Electrosports Monthly would be poor stewards of liberty if we let you be fooled for one minute more.

Rest assured with very little sacrifice or disruption to our daily lives, one day America’s enemies will be cut into warring slices, and be tossed like a discarded pizza box into the trash bin of history. That is assuming we don’t die from the various complications of obesity first.

Remember this


Who knew one pizza box could say so much about modern life?

If it happens…and there is electricity - you can feel it now, even though it is later

When the world is your oyster and people pay their good money to hear you sing your songs…what do you suppose you might chose to wear on stage? Well if you are a smart lady like Kathleen Edwards you would pick out something that makes a city proud to be what it is. From the photos we received recently, I reckon Ms. Edwards thinks Nashville is one hot chicken!

We at Isle of Printing are proud of our city too. A big slice of our pride radiates from the good things, which make Nashville unlike any other place in this world. Hot Chicken is a unique local something we can get behind. Go hot chicken go! Go local business Go!

Maybe it isn’t the same sort of joy that comes from watching little kids sweep the floor when they still think sweeping is fun, but when a Canadian gal goes to a local store and buys a local piece of art and wears it with pride – we do a little jig...and maybe an angel gets their wings.

But of course most importantly, we are all finding out that the eyes and ears of our ever-vigilant Isle of Printing Committee for the Advancement of Electrosports Communiqués are there to document most everything - so that you can enjoy it here, later.


Thanks Kathleen Edwards for being cool!
Thanks Mr. Williams for doing your civic duty!

electrosports is a 24 hour a day mission