Originally the Old Town Rag was created to be a Park City-centric blog. Over time, it slowly morphed into more of my personal soap box, and since I redesigned alexdeckard.com complete with my own blog, the OTR has definitely been neglected. So we’re going to go back to square one and starting over with a fresh new look and content. If you live in the Park City or Salt Lake area, are hip to the local scene, and would like to be a contributor, send me a line at email@example.com. Programming skills and WordPress familiarity are a definite plus.
Armed with only my camera, sketchbook, a few good books and a pair of sandals, this afternoon the old lady and I will be taking to the friendly skis en route to the tropical paradise of Costa Rica. The current plan is to to land in San Jose and make our way down the Caribbean Coast setting up camp in Cahuita and Puerto Viejo and then traveling south into Panama to check out Bocas del Toro. From there will head back up across the country into Costa Rica and hit up Dominical and the see the Pacific sides of thing. Way pumped to get some much needed time away from the old routine.
So until next time, I leave you with this.
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Lately I have been on an exploitation film kick. Maybe it’s the over-the-top shamelessness, or most likely I am just a sucker for gorgeous women and retro type. Here are a few posters that I’ve found which are especially appetizing.
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All the way from the bluegrass hills of Kentucky, Print Mafia has some great work with some definite exploitation influences.
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Illustrator Michael Gillette has some great work as well over on his blog Pencil Squeezing.
Hello, my name is Alex, and I’m a webaholic. It’s true, and sooner or later I must face the facts that I am addicted to the internet. The wake up call came the other morning, quite literally as I awoke and the first thing through my head was logging on. I even remember considering skipping my shower and morning tea for a few extra precious minutes online before trodding (is that a word?) off to the day job. Yes, it is that bad.
Don’t get me wrong, the internet is a wonderful tool when used in moderation. Applications like Google Reader, Image Spark, Twitter, etc… are useful for networking and finding inspiration. However more and more it seems as though it’s becoming a substitute for putting on the old thinking cap. So I put together a little regimen of 5 rules that I must follow daily.. I have a feeling I am not the only one out there with such problems, so lets all band together and try to unplug byte by byte.
1. Draw / sketch for at least 30 minutes per day.
2. Read (non-digital publications) for at least 30 minutes per day.
3. Take at least 1 photograph per day.
4. Limit mindless internet / porn consumption to 30 minutes 1 hour.
5. Make more, blog less.
Part of my morning ritual is tuning in to Terri Gross on her morning radio show, Fresh Air. I’ve found that it’s an excellent antidote to my morning blues, and even gives me something to look forward to upon arriving at work. This past week one of her guest were fellow Indiana native, John Mellencamp. Now growing up in Southern Indiana you get more than your fill of, as we Hoosiers affectionately know him, “The Coug.” Jack & Diane, Pink Houses, etc… are all common anthems for wasting a July night parked by the lake, equipped with a freshly scored pack of Swishers. He is, after all, one of our only claims to fame up there with Bob Knight & Breaking Away.
Now I can’t say that I’m a John Cougar fan per say, but there was a time when his greatest hits disc saw a steady rotation in my Jeep’s changer. However, there was something about Terri’s interview and hearing him play some of the songs that I so closely associate with my high school glory days that, well… got me a little choked up. Maybe it was just a bit of home-sickness, or I could possibly be growing soft in my old age, but more and more I find myself revisiting my past through certain songs, no matter how lame they may be i.e. Kid Rock’s All Summer Long.
As a self-proclaimed music critic who has developed a healthy disdain for most popular music, this has come as a hard pill to swallow. But I am finding that there is room for all kinds of music, if only to take you back to that special time and place.
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